Mali reached for my hand. "Come with me," she said, her voice a low murmur, leading me to her bedroom. A room bathed in the soft glow of the sunset, its curtains wafting in the breeze. She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of my breast, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "So many nights I saw Hispana dancing in my madness," she whispered. "I've missed you."
I leaned in, my lips finding her neck, my teeth gently nibbling on her skin. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. My mouth found her taut nipple to lick and suck. She moaned now, her hips pressing against mine. I straightened up, my hands finding the button of her faded jeans. I unbuttoned them, my fingers slipping inside, finding her wet and ready. She moaned again.
I looked up as my lips and tongue traced a trail of fire across her smooth pubic area, her eyes locked onto mine. Then I slowly reached my fruit of desire, my fingers parting the folds to reveal her glistening center. I dipped my head, my tongue flicking against the tender nub, working it expertly, and then I slowly inserted my index finger inside her. She was now gasping.
Moving in and out of her wet heat, I slipped another finger inside her, my thumb continuing its torturous dance, her body trembling with desire. "Damn… yes," she said. I could feel her orgasm building, her body was tensing, and her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close; I increased the pace of my tongue, my fingers curling inside her, my movements frantic.
"I'm going to come," she gasped, then cried out, her body convulsing with the ***** of her release as the climax washed over her. I held her, my arms wrapping around her, my mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. Mali looked at me, smiling, her eyes filled with love and satisfaction. "We'll go back to picking fruit from our cherry tree again," she said, still panting.
"I can't wait," I replied, laughing. "All that extraordinary jam you made is gone…" Her sunny smile lit up the room. "Extraordinary, huh?" she said, chuckling. Mali pulled away, her magnetic cat-like eyes sparkling. "Now it's my turn," her voice a low growl. She took my hand and led me back into the living room, then opened a drawer in a small cabinet next to the sofa.
Mali had picked up a black leather strap-on, and her devilish feline eyes met mine as she put it on. "Ready, honey?" she purred. "Beyond ready," I whispered back, my hips already lifting in invitation. She positioned herself, the strong, blunt head of the strap-on pressing against my opening. My body clenched in immediate response, a desperate ache spreading through me.
She pushed, slowly, deliberately, her gaze locked with mine, watching my reactions and savoring my surrender. I gasped as the fullness filled me, a delicious stretch that was both familiar and intensely new after so long. Her hips began to move, a slow, grinding rhythm that sent shockwaves through my core. I grabbed her waist, urging her faster, "Amor, please, don't stop!"
Her fingers found my clit, circling and kneading it. I cried out, a raw, unrestrained sound of pure pleasure. She leaned down, her tongue dancing with mine as she plunged deeper, faster, closer to the edge. The sofa creaked under our desperate movements. My body trembled violently. "Ana… look at me," she whispered, pulling back just enough for me to meet her magnetic gaze.
Her eyes, burning with fierce passion, were utterly consumed by me. I looked, and in that moment, the world narrowed to just her, just us, just our combined explosive, earth-shattering pleasure. Mali didn't stop until, with a stronger thrust from her and a desperate cry from me, my body convulsed around her. A wave of pure ecstasy washed over me as I climaxed in her arms.
Mali held me tight, still moving within me until my tremors subsided, then collapsed onto my chest, our breaths mingling, heavy and ragged. We lay there for a long time, the only sounds the frantic beats of two hearts slowly returning to rhythm. Her head was nestled in the crook of my neck, her hair a silken curtain against my skin. The scent of our love filled the room…
"You are," I said, my voice rough with emotion, "the rest of my life." A broad smile grew on her lips. "That is a big statement…" She shifted slightly, propping herself on an elbow, her eyes now filled with a tender, possessive warmth. "No more distractions, love?" I brushed a stray strand of hair from Mali's face. "There's no room for shadows. Only light. Only you. Only us."
She knew the dance, the blurred lines. It wasn't about Liam returning to my bed, but the possibility of anyone's shadow inadvertently stretching into the fragile space we were building. Her eyes met mine, reaching into my soul. She leaned down and kissed me with a soft, lingering kiss that tasted of renewed promises. "Just us. Just the light," she murmured, her tone emotional.
In our complicity we recognized each other, and lying on the sofa, lips to lips, eyes into eyes, anticipating our thoughts, we continued to talk without speaking, words locked in our hearts never spoken before. Love blossomed again like the flowers of the old cherry tree. Our love asked for nothing from the world; we just wanted each other again and again, and always, forever.
The sun had already set, the living room bathed in soft moonlight. This moment was all I had longed for: we were together again, and nothing else mattered. The future now seemed much less like an endless daydream and more like a reality I could finally grasp. But the world outside, with all its lingering shadows, is always there, waiting just beyond the edges of our shared light.
I leaned in, my lips finding her neck, my teeth gently nibbling on her skin. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. My mouth found her taut nipple to lick and suck. She moaned now, her hips pressing against mine. I straightened up, my hands finding the button of her faded jeans. I unbuttoned them, my fingers slipping inside, finding her wet and ready. She moaned again.
I looked up as my lips and tongue traced a trail of fire across her smooth pubic area, her eyes locked onto mine. Then I slowly reached my fruit of desire, my fingers parting the folds to reveal her glistening center. I dipped my head, my tongue flicking against the tender nub, working it expertly, and then I slowly inserted my index finger inside her. She was now gasping.
Moving in and out of her wet heat, I slipped another finger inside her, my thumb continuing its torturous dance, her body trembling with desire. "Damn… yes," she said. I could feel her orgasm building, her body was tensing, and her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close; I increased the pace of my tongue, my fingers curling inside her, my movements frantic.
"I'm going to come," she gasped, then cried out, her body convulsing with the ***** of her release as the climax washed over her. I held her, my arms wrapping around her, my mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. Mali looked at me, smiling, her eyes filled with love and satisfaction. "We'll go back to picking fruit from our cherry tree again," she said, still panting.
"I can't wait," I replied, laughing. "All that extraordinary jam you made is gone…" Her sunny smile lit up the room. "Extraordinary, huh?" she said, chuckling. Mali pulled away, her magnetic cat-like eyes sparkling. "Now it's my turn," her voice a low growl. She took my hand and led me back into the living room, then opened a drawer in a small cabinet next to the sofa.
Mali had picked up a black leather strap-on, and her devilish feline eyes met mine as she put it on. "Ready, honey?" she purred. "Beyond ready," I whispered back, my hips already lifting in invitation. She positioned herself, the strong, blunt head of the strap-on pressing against my opening. My body clenched in immediate response, a desperate ache spreading through me.
She pushed, slowly, deliberately, her gaze locked with mine, watching my reactions and savoring my surrender. I gasped as the fullness filled me, a delicious stretch that was both familiar and intensely new after so long. Her hips began to move, a slow, grinding rhythm that sent shockwaves through my core. I grabbed her waist, urging her faster, "Amor, please, don't stop!"
Her fingers found my clit, circling and kneading it. I cried out, a raw, unrestrained sound of pure pleasure. She leaned down, her tongue dancing with mine as she plunged deeper, faster, closer to the edge. The sofa creaked under our desperate movements. My body trembled violently. "Ana… look at me," she whispered, pulling back just enough for me to meet her magnetic gaze.
Her eyes, burning with fierce passion, were utterly consumed by me. I looked, and in that moment, the world narrowed to just her, just us, just our combined explosive, earth-shattering pleasure. Mali didn't stop until, with a stronger thrust from her and a desperate cry from me, my body convulsed around her. A wave of pure ecstasy washed over me as I climaxed in her arms.
Mali held me tight, still moving within me until my tremors subsided, then collapsed onto my chest, our breaths mingling, heavy and ragged. We lay there for a long time, the only sounds the frantic beats of two hearts slowly returning to rhythm. Her head was nestled in the crook of my neck, her hair a silken curtain against my skin. The scent of our love filled the room…
"You are," I said, my voice rough with emotion, "the rest of my life." A broad smile grew on her lips. "That is a big statement…" She shifted slightly, propping herself on an elbow, her eyes now filled with a tender, possessive warmth. "No more distractions, love?" I brushed a stray strand of hair from Mali's face. "There's no room for shadows. Only light. Only you. Only us."
She knew the dance, the blurred lines. It wasn't about Liam returning to my bed, but the possibility of anyone's shadow inadvertently stretching into the fragile space we were building. Her eyes met mine, reaching into my soul. She leaned down and kissed me with a soft, lingering kiss that tasted of renewed promises. "Just us. Just the light," she murmured, her tone emotional.
In our complicity we recognized each other, and lying on the sofa, lips to lips, eyes into eyes, anticipating our thoughts, we continued to talk without speaking, words locked in our hearts never spoken before. Love blossomed again like the flowers of the old cherry tree. Our love asked for nothing from the world; we just wanted each other again and again, and always, forever.
The sun had already set, the living room bathed in soft moonlight. This moment was all I had longed for: we were together again, and nothing else mattered. The future now seemed much less like an endless daydream and more like a reality I could finally grasp. But the world outside, with all its lingering shadows, is always there, waiting just beyond the edges of our shared light.
