Chapter Fourteen

One Month Later

 

Mari Belle

 

I still couldn’t believe everything that has happened. My brother shot my daughter. I attended her service believing she was dead, but instead Javi had her in hiding to keep her safe until he could be certain Maricio wouldn’t strike again.

It had taken some time for me to come to terms with it all. Honestly, the moment I held Yesnia to me again everything washed away except the happiness in having her back. I struggled with forgiving Javi but if he hadn’t done what he did there was no way to make sure without a doubt Yesnia was safe. So after I let my mind wrap around everything, I had to admit both to myself and him that what he did was the right thing even though it hurt.

Yesnia and I moved in to Javi’s Chicago home. I wasn’t sure that she would stay with us forever even if that was okay with both Javi and me, but for now she was here. We were a family.

Right this moment, though, I was in bed with Javi as he just removed my shirt and teased my breasts through my bra as his tongue invaded my mouth on a mission to find my tongue.

He broke our kiss, dropping his head to my lace-covered breasts where he sucked through the material bringing me back to the moment. Having Yesnia with us, I wanted to smother her. Javi carried me away today so that our daughter could call the young man who had stayed with her while she recovered. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one to find love.

The last few weeks had been challenging as we found a way to be together. Javi and I both had a lot of things to forgive each other for. It wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. Yesnia was thriving being in Javi’s large Chicago home. She loved the city and the freedoms Javi’s life afforded her.

We were a family.

We were together.

And right now, my man was loving my body thoroughly.

The sensations overwhelmed me as Javi’s hands and tongue seemed to be everywhere. I had no past to hold me back and a future that looked bright. I was full of joy, elation, and the more he worked me the more I thought I might die from pleasure as my orgasm continued to build.

I rocked on his finger as he worked me until sliding in two and scissoring them stretching me to feel him even more. I was wanton and lost in the moment.

This was love.

This was freedom.

This was unity.

Leaning over, I slid his shirt over his head, exposing his gorgeous body to me. His tattoos only added to the layers of the man under me. Each one told a story and each of those stories tied back to family, including my name over his heart and Yesnia’s covering his neck. They were new and I couldn’t get enough of them. His muscles flexed with every movement while his eye was clouded in lust.

I paused as my stomach clinched. He pressed his thumb to my clit and I saw stars as my climax consumed me. The aftershocks worked through me making my skin overly sensitive.

I moaned.

He groaned.

He pulled his fingers from inside me as he kissed his way down my belly. At my thighs he nipped before swiping his tongue over my pussy lips. He lapped and licked, setting me on fire. I came alive again needing more.

Reaching out, I cupped his chin pulling his up to me. With his face to mine, I kissed him tasting the erotic mix of me on his tongue. I slid my hands down his body, removing his pants and boxers as I found his waistband. Freeing him, I took his hard length in my hand and stroked his shaft feeling it throb under my fingers. His large cock grew with the attention.

I guided him where I wanted him and inch by inch he slid inside me. As I stretched to accommodate him, I thought about my heart and how he filled me so completely like he did my pussy right now. This was Javier Almanza and me, an intense, passion fueled connection like love and hate.

With a surge, he thrust deep inside of me and my pussy walls clamped down before they began to milk his cock.

Love filled me.

Passion consumed me.

There was no room left inside me for hate anymore.

Needing to have him closer, I wrapped my legs around him locking him to me where he only had enough room to slide in and out of my tight, wet heat. With each move of his shaft into me, I felt fuller and fuller. My orgasm continued to climb as I felt like I might combust from pleasure.

He pounded into me in a relentless pace that had us both covered in a sheen of sweat. “I love you, Mari,” he whispered the words I loved to hear. “Mi ceilo, you are everything that guides me, covers me, and surrounds me. I love you.”

“Javier Almanza, you’re everything I need, everything I want, and you were made for me. You’re my gift from my mother. I love you.”

With the words and feelings exchanged, I went over the edge as his hot cum inside me. “I could die right now a happy fuckin’ man.”

“Can’t die on me,” I teased. “This is our beginning.”

It was and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.