The Paper Swan(101)

“Was it hard? Sierra’s birth?” Damian was still stroking my hair.

“Yes.” I wasn’t going to lie. “But it had more to do with my heart than my body.”

We lay quietly for a while, knowing we would do it all over again, for the little miracle that slept in the next room.

“You named her after the mountains in MaMaLu’s lullaby.”

“I did.” I smiled. “Did she tell you her middle name?”

He shook his head.

“Mariana.”

“For MaMaLu and Adriana.” Damian shifted so we were lying side to side on the bed. “Her feet are just like yours.”

“They’re not.”

“I saw them when I tucked her in tonight. The big toe doesn’t want anything to do with the rest of them. There’s a huge space in-between.”

“My feet aren’t like that.”

“Oh no?” Damian flung the covers aside and knelt by my foot. “See this?” He held out my big toe. “I can fit my entire nose between this and the next toe.” He proceeded to try to prove his point.

I started laughing because it tickled, but then I caught a glimpse of something and my breath hitched. Esteban was back.

“What?” asked Damian, sliding next to me.

“Nothing.” I pushed the hair away from his forehead and kissed him on the nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too, güerita.” He held my pinky finger to his chest, next to his heart. “And now I’m going to kiss you until you feel it in the tip of your anti-social toe.”

And he did. His tongue parted my mouth, one hand gripped the back of my neck, the other pulling me so close that every inch of my body came in hot, electric contact with every inch of his. My back arched as he pulled my leg over his, bending my knee around his hip, and grinding himself into me. A throaty moan escaped me as we fell into a frantic rhythm, his hands on my ass, squeezing and releasing.

“It’s been so long, Skye, I’m not going to last.” His voice was muffled by my neck, his face tangled in my hair.

“I don’t think I will either.” I was spiraling out of control, so ready for his possession that I couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Not yet.” He pulled away when I reached for his boxers. “I want to taste you. Do you know how many times I’ve thought of this?”

I expected him to go down on me, but he rolled us over so I was on top. “Straddle my face, Skye. That’s it. God, yes.”

All my inhibitions went out the window when Damian pushed my panties aside. His tongue parted my folds, all the way up to my clit. He licked. My thighs clenched. His lips closed around the tight, little button and he sucked, in short, sweet bursts. When it got too intense, he switched to licking, alternating between the two.

“Damian.” I was close. So close. My fingers curled around his hair.

“Let me look at you.” He tugged my panties down and I shimmied out of them. One long finger slid inside. “So f*cking wet.”

I threw my head back as his thumb circled my clit.

“Ride my face, Skye. Come for me. I want your juices all over me.”

“No.” It came out breathless. “You and me together.” I slid my hand under his boxers and squeezed. My touch inflamed him. His cock surged for more.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he growled, tossing me on my back. “Because now, I have to do this.” He filled me in one hard, powerful thrust. My body protested, but I was so lubed up, so hungry for him, that the pain gave way to a hot, aching fullness.

“There’s been no one here.” He knew. He f*cking knew. He picked up the tempo, carrying me with him. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you. So f*cking much.” His breath was hot and labored.

It started at the base of my spine, electric tendrils reaching out from my pelvis, building, building, to a white-hot explosion that buzzed through me in waves of sharp ecstasy. I clutched Damian as it rolled through me and felt him stiffen as it hit him. Our bodies were momentarily fused, the same current flowing through both of us. I held on as Damian convulsed into me.

We came down slowly. First our hearts, then our breath.

“I don’t want to let go.” Damian stayed inside me, sated but loathe to withdraw.

“Then don’t.” I wrapped my legs around him. “And the answer is yes.”

“What’s the question?”