Redeemed (Dirty Air 4)

“You asked your friends about what supplies to bring?” I ask incredulously.

“No. They wouldn’t shut up when I told them what my plan was for today. Liam—you haven’t met him yet—was especially vocal, going off about all the supplies to make it special.”

I’m so proud of him for branching out again and talking more with his family and friends. He seems happier—lighter even.

Santiago sets everything up. He moves to grab our lunch out of the basket, but I place my hand over his.

“What is it?” He looks up at me.

I lean over and place a kiss on his pouty lips. “I want to show you something.”

“What?” His voice takes on a husky tone.

“It’s time I repaid a favor you did a while ago.”

His brows dart up. “You’ve got my attention. What do you want to show me?”

“How much I love you.” I push at his shoulders.

He follows my lead and lays down. I crawl over his body and cup one of his cheeks with my hand.

I kiss him with everything in me. Every emotion. Every memory of us. Every ounce of love I feel towards him. I’m desperate to show him how I feel like he did.

I sit up. His erection presses into my ass. With desperate hands and his help, I tug his shirt over his head and throw it toward the edge of the blanket. My clothing and underwear meet the same discarded fate. Santiago makes quick work of unbuttoning his shorts and tugging them down his legs.

Our lips crash together again, the need between us growing as our hands memorize each other’s bodies again. His touch is tender and adoring as his hands run down my back. They heat my skin like a brand.

I brush my hand across his throbbing cock. Santiago hisses at the touch, and his kiss becomes more punishing as I wrap a hand around him and pump.

My desperation pushes him over the edge. His touch becomes more purposeful as he strokes the place between my legs begging for his attention. A sky of shooting stars bursts behind my eyelids as his touch brings me alive.

I cherish every minute, our kisses saying things words can’t.

Santiago grabs a condom from the backpack pocket and passes it to me. I roll it over his thick erection and line our bodies together.

I place a soft kiss against his lips and lean back again. “Loving you is like the first day of spring after a harsh winter.”

He smiles up at me, clearly recognizing my attempt to recreate the moment he shared with me all those weeks ago when I asked him about love.

“Loving you is like the ocean. Infinite. Fierce. Breathtaking.”

He sits up on his elbows and cups my face.

I lean into his touch, allowing his warmth to seep through my body. “Loving you feels like seeing a rainbo

w for the first time. It’s so amazing, you can’t help wondering if it was created by magic.” I slide down his shaft, connecting us in more ways than one.

There is an understated beauty in intimacy. It binds us together, making a wonderful blend of lust and love. With Santiago, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

I place my hands against his chest and rise, only to slide back down.

He groans at the motion, and I grin from ear to ear. Everything about him makes me happy. From the sweet things he says to the devious look he gets in his eyes when we make love.

I lean over and press a soft kiss against his lips. I whisper low, our breaths mingling together, “And most of all, loving you is realizing I don’t have to make a wish ever again because I already have everything I could ever want.”

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Santiago