Page 135 of Sombra
Twenty-Five
Tavo - Sueño
Aweek later
I standbehind a naked Kim and pull my finger out of her mouth with a pop. She’s been sucking on it, and I’m hard, pressing my full erection against her back. I dab more oil on my hands and slowly send my oil-slickfingers down her front. Caressing her breasts, with my mouth on her neck, going down, down, down, aiming for her center.
“Time for your dream, amor,” I whisper, and she gets a grin on her face.
When I step away from her, she shivers, but she’s not cold. A crackling fire in the fireplace makes our candlelit room toasty. Her shoulders go up and down as she breathes.
I spreada white furry blanket from El Corte Inglés on my bed and take a feather out of the drawer, holding it up in front of her.
She wants to clap her hands with excitement, I can tell. She wants to move.
She doesn’t.
I take off my shirt, and while she doesn’t move, her eyes do. She checks me out. My jeans hang low on my hips, my bulge pressing against my zipper.
Then I pickup the scarf we bought in the Alcazar that had been folded in the dresser. I unfurl it, placing it on the bed.
Now she’s really trying not to wiggle.
As she stands, kneecaps popping, I prowl to her, holding the feather. And I grin. She averts her eyes, biting her lip. I begin tracing the tip of the feather on her skin.
Despacito.
Starting at the nape of her neck, andgoing down to her beautiful ass. She’s still trying not to move, but I can tell by the way she stands so poised and attentive, that she loves this.
“I love the parts of you that you don’t want to show,” I say in a low voice against her skin, making the thrill-bumps rise. “I love it that you like it when there’s a plan, but you don’t know it. I love that you like the mystery. I love thepart of you that is a little messy.”
“Tavo,” she whispers.
“I want you to feel, guapa. I don’t want you to see. I don’t want you to think. I don’t want you to process. I just want you to let your body feel everything. Hold my hand and come to the bed. Lie on the white fur.”
Clambering up on the bed, showing me her glorious ass, she turns over, lying on her back, and nestlesin.
She adores this.
“Feel the softness of the blanket. How does it feel against your skin?”
“This is what I always dreamed of. Ever since I met you, this is what I wanted to do,” she whispers.
“Is it too warm? Cold?”
“It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
“Arms up.” I hold out the scarf.
She scoots her legs up and down like she’s pedaling a bicycle.“Still. Be still.”
Nodding, she clamps her lips closed again, and holds her arms over her head. I take the scarf and wrap it once around my metal headboard, then wrap it around her wrists as many times as it will go.
Joder.
My love, naked, arched, oil-slick, and arms up just for me.
I love watching her breath in her belly. Knowing she’s breathing for two. I can’t seeit yet, but I know my baby is in there. And I love it.
