Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
With that, she plopped down on the bed, gesturing to follow her. I didn’t have to be told twice. She lit the candles and then turned on an old movie on her laptop.
I leaned against the wall on the bed, questioning, “What movie is this?”
“Fitzcarraldo. It’s about a European living in Iquitos, Peru. He wants to bring the opera to the Amazon and needs to raise money, so he comes up with a plan.” She smiled. “Now you can see my home.”
We watched it for a bit. She was narrating a lot of it, adding details and differences of what she experienced versus what they showed.
Once we were about halfway through, she called out, “You look tired,” as she scratched my head on her lap. “Everyone’s working you too hard.”
I slowly turned my face in her lap, nuzzling my nose along her inner thigh as I gazed up at her, wrapping my arms around her waist. In one swift move, I tugged her tiny frame toward me, making her squeal.
Slowly, I slid my body on top of hers, supporting my weight with my arms on either side of her face. My mouth was now inches away from hers.
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
She smirked as I gently brushed my lips back and forth along her mouth. Loving the feel of her lips against mine, so soft, so warm, so mine.
“Shocker, you never want to talk about anything when it comes to you.”
I couldn’t define what we were to each other, but it felt right when it was supposed to be wrong.
“What did you cook for me?”
She giggled. “You’re going to have to wait and see.”
She was the first woman besides my mother to cook me a meal, and I found it so fucking arousing. Something about knowing she was feeding me literally made my dick hard.
“How’s your back?” she asked, grazing her lips against mine. “I made more medicine for you. I can put it on you if you’d like?”
“I don’t want to talk about that either.”
“Then what do you want to talk about, Onyx?”
I smiled. “Who says I want to talk at all?” I worked my way down her neck, yearning to feel her pulse beating against my lips.
I stopped on the spot right under her ear that made her go crazy, moving her hair to the other side of her neck, never letting up on my caresses on her skin.
I could feel the effect I was having on her.
“Mmm…” she moaned, making my cock twitch.
I loved her body's response to me. Most women performed, trying to outdo one another. She was different. I wanted to feel her from the inside, enjoying driving her insane with need, getting her nice and wet for me.
It was the sociopath in me.
“What, baby?” I huskily groaned, kissing from her neck to her collarbone, working my way down to her breasts.
She was wearing a tank and sweats, her hair a mess. I went right for her hard nipple, poking through her slim cotton top. One of the other things I liked about her was that she never wore a bra. She didn’t need to. Her tits were perfect and perky.
Lightly, I flicked her nipple with my tongue through her tank. She was coming undone beneath me, soft moans escaping her pouty lips. I grabbed her wrists with one hand and placed them above her head. My other hand worked its way down her torso to her hip, pushing her further to the edge.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her mouth parted, licking her lips as I slowly pulled down her tank top. The feel of her was all around me, making me burn with desire to claim every last inch of her body.
I wanted to capture this moment, holding on to it for as long as I could. I did that a lot with her, capturing moments I’d look back on when she was gone.
She couldn’t last in my world. She didn’t belong in it. I’d make sure of it. Until then, I wanted to remember her just like this.
For me.
* * *
Mine.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Hennessy: Learn to appreciate the things you have before time forces you to appreciate the things you once had.
The following morning, I got up early to cook a few traditional Peruvian dishes and went to the grocery store when it opened. I spent all morning cooking up a storm, from papa a la huancaína. It was easy to make with a bunch of boiled potatoes covered in a creamy, slightly spicy ají amarillo and cheese sauce. It was a huge delicacy in my country.
I also made ají de gallina, a creamy, shredded-chicken dish with yellow ají amarillo, bread, milk, and spices. Of course, I had to cook juane, an Amazonian dish made with seasoned rice, chicken, olives, eggs, and spices, wrapped in bijao leaves. It was delicious.