Page 40 of Mourning Wings
Ignoringher questioning look,Iwalked into the kitchen and began to open cabinets, searching through them for pots and pans, my hands moving almost automatically asIgathered ingredients from the fridge and pantry.
“Whatare you doing?”Valeriaasked.
“Youhave to eat,”Ireplied casually.
Hergaze flickered between me and the stuff in my hands.
“Howdo you even know your way around my kitchen?”
Ipaused briefly, a playful smile spreading across my face asIlooked up at the corner of the kitchen ceiling. “Saycheese,”Iquipped.
Valeriastood, dumbfounded asIpointed out where each camera was.
Shecouldn’t even find it in herself to be mad at me for the stalking anymore, and didn’t ask me to take them down.NotlikeIwould’ve given her the option anyway.
Icome back to reality, bringing my attention to the screens in front of me.
Valeriahops onto the counter, legs spread as she leans back.Myheart stutters.
Holyshit.
Herfingers slip under the band of her panties, sliding them aside to reveal her wet, glistening folds.Alow groan escapes my throat asIsink deeper into my leather chair.Myhand drifts to my chest, squeezing one breast beforeIpinch my nipple, sending a shockwave through me.
Valeria’seyes stay fixed on the camera, her fingers tracing over her slick slit, spreading her wetness with deliberate slowness.Mymouth waters when she plunges two fingers deep into herself, her head tipping back, lips parting in a silent moan.Icurse the lack of audio, desperate to hear her gasps of pleasure.
Hermovements quicken, fingers pumping furiously while her other hand circles her clit.Imirror her, slipping my hand down, finding my clit already swollen and aching.Electricitybuzzes under my skin and my eyes flutter, butIforce them open.Valeria’sputting on a show, just for me.Myperfect butterfly.
Herchest rises and falls, body trembling as her climax approaches.Iwant to be there.Ishouldbe there, making her come with my own hands.Mypleasure builds alongside hers, my heart racing, skipping, then racing again.
Valeria’sbody tenses, legs shaking as she comes,hard.Iwatch, captivated, as her orgasm crashes over her.Sheleans back, eyes glazed, lips curved into a satisfied smirk.Shepulls her panties back in place, hops off the counter, and resumes making her coffee, as if she hadn’t just wrecked me through the screen.
Fuckthis.I’mgoing over there.
Ishove my chair back, fastening my pants asIrush from the office.Fifteenminutes later,I’moff my motorcycle and bolting up to her apartment.
Thedoor’s unlocked, just asIhoped.Myfilthy girl left it open for me.
Iburst inside, searching for her.Ifind her lounging on the couch, sipping her coffee like nothing happened.Shedoesn’t flinch asIapproach, andIdon’t say a word.
Droppingto my knees,Igrab her waist, pulling her to the edge of the couch.Itear her soaked panties off, breathing in her intoxicating scent before tucking them into my pocket.Herpussy is bare and beautiful, andIwaste no time diving in.
Hertaste invades my senses asImoan against her skin. “Valeria,”Imurmur. “Butterfly.You’regoing to kill me with this perfect cunt.”
Shereclines back, getting comfortable whileIdevour her like she’s the only thingI’llever need.Nothingcompares to the taste of her.Iflick my tongue in tight circles over her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her body writhe.Hermoans come faster now, filling the room.
Spittingonto my hand,Islide two fingers deep inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot. “Fuck, yes,”Valeriacries, her voice a breathless plea. “Rightthere.Don’tstop.”
Herarousal soaks my hand, dripping down onto the couch.Ipress my thumb into her tight asshole, feeling the muscle squeeze around me.I’mso close to losing control; my need to touch myself is nearly overwhelming, butValeria’spussy is greedy, andI’mmore than happy to let her take everythingIhave.
Herbody locks up, a scream tearing from her throat as she comes, squirting all over my hand.Islip my fingers out, giving her space to ride the waves of her orgasm.Cumsplashes across me, andIreturn my mouth to her, savoring the last drops of her climax.
Herentire body trembles, breathless and spent. “Holyfuck,” she pants, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “Imade a mess.”
Ichuckle, wiping my chin. “Yousure did, princesa.Letme clean you up.”
Imove in again, butValeriaclaps her legs shut with a giggle. “No, no.Ican’t take any more.”Herlaughter is soft and sweet, sending warmth through me.Iget lost in her eyes, overwhelmed by how deeplyIlove this woman.
“What?” she asks, her voice curious, pulling me from my trance.