Séptima Luna
Page 15
Warmth enveloped his cock, and Angel became blind, knees weakening. With his body trembling, he only had time to use Malachi’s powerful shoulders as support, allow to be invaded, and let the pleasure (the Universe so relentlessly demanded) drown him.
He let his remorse go. The cock entering him was not wrapped in latex, but in light, in pure bliss that drove him crazy, and needy, and utterly desperate to be dominated and destroyed. Malachi couldn’t close his eyes to simmer in the delicious pain assaulting him and miss the wonderful grace of Angel’s features, enraptured and vulnerable.
Hairless balls brushed his entrance, and Malachi clenched secret muscles, savoring the thickness invading him. Angel shuddered and hissed, “Do that again.”
“What? This?” Malachi rocked minutely as he squeezed again.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Angel spread Malachi’s cheeks, trying to bury more of himself inside the already cramped space.
Goosebumps covered Malachi’s arms as he caressed Angel’s shoulders. Straddling was his favorite position, not just because he could control the penetration but because the sensation of impalement touched something within him he had never been able to completely solve.
Without thought, his hands sought Angel’s strong neck, coasting over that perfect throat that, minutes before, had given him a run for his money. His thumb brushed the magnificent Adam’s apple, and Angel closed his eyes, enthralled.
“Can I move now?” Malachi’s voice was throaty and not completely his.
Even more altered, Angel’s came out, “Please, be my guest.”
A circular movement of hips accompanied the liberation of a few inches, and then Malachi descended, every fiber of his being welcoming the expansion. He found his rhythm, undulating, rocking, squeezing.
Angel tweaking his nipples added to the furious tide violently swaying him.
And when he thought he was about to shatter in a million pieces, Angel’s warm hands steadied his motions, minimizing his swinging rotations to make him appreciate the shallow stabs, as Angel took over the administration of their love mechanism.
Burning sapphires studied him as the piston moved. The cock inside him was just a metaphor for the true intimacy of the moment; for Angel’s eyes deep penetration into Malachi’s very soul, where no one had been before, and no one else needed to enter again. The phrase came from that now-illuminated place, so hidden inside him; he thought it was lost forever. “I’m yours.”
Those words broke a dam, as blunt nails clawed Malachi’s hip, and Angel screamed his name—like a wounded animal.
And the howl of the beast was Malachi’s undoing. Rope after thick rope of seed landed between them, covering abs, pecs, and the bobbing edges of Angel’s throat. He sealed their lips, milking away the last throes of Angel’s climax, absorbing the muffled cries of Angel’s devastation, keeping their bodies as one—glued by their spent passion.
Little by little, the everyday forms of the room intruded their tiny garden of ecstasy, bringing reality to their hazy surroundings. Malachi found a wicked gleam in Angel’s eyes in tandem with a mischievous grin flourishing on the handsome face.
“Now it’s your turn to fuck me until I swear the world is flat.”
Malachi couldn’t resist, and asked, “And then fuck you again to make you accept it is round?”
“Exactly.”
THE END
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COMMENTS
I took geographical liberties with this work since for optical telescopes; most ground-based observatories are located far from major centers of population, to avoid the effects of light pollution. The ideal locations for modern observatories are sites that have dark skies, a large percentage of clear nights per year, dry air, and are at high elevations. Thus, the only places that could have this kind of observatory would be islands, and even though the Observatory in Mount Pumpernickel is relatively close to the ocean, a less than two-hour drive, such a place is nearly impossible in main land.
NON GODE L'IMMUNITA' ECCLESIASTICA:
DOES NOT ENJOY ECCLESIASTICAL IMMUNITY
In medieval times, the Ecclesiastical Authorities enjoyed complete autonomy from civil authority, thus their temples could not be searched. Accords were signed to leave a certain amount of churches out of the general law to avoid the abuse by wrongdoers —like Our Lady of the Chalice, which is a fictional name for a real church.
In 2009 a protective shelter was installed over the Mnajdra complex to keep it from the elements and help tourist to appreciate more the beauty of the archeological site. The zip lining commandos would not be possible today, but that’s the beauty of fiction!
GLOSSARY
Guayabera: is a men's shirt popular in Mexico, Central America, the Caribbean, Southeast Asia, and Zimbabwe. It is also known as a "Mexican Wedding Shirt”.
Merhba: means welcome in Maltese.
Jannar: means January in Maltese.
Xott: means dry in Maltese.
Telenovela: Latin-American soap opera.
Nossa Senhora dos Navegantes: Portuguese for Our Lady of Navigators.
Kont: means ass in Dutch.
Koiné Greek: ("common", also known as Alexandrian dialect, common Attic or Hellenistic Greek) was the common supra-regional form of Greek spoken and written during hellenistic and Roman antiquity. It developed through the spread of Greek following the conquests of Alexander the Great in the 4th century BC, and served as the common lingua franca of much of the Mediterranean region and the Middle East during the following centuries. Based mainly on Attic and related Ionic speech forms, with various admixtures brought about through dialect levelling with other varieties
About Gabbo de la Parra
Born a Sagittarius in the fabulous year of the Rooster of ’69, at the hour when his cat was about to become a complete dragon, Gabbo de la Parra landed on the Caribbean Coast of the outlandish Republic of Panama to start the adventure of life.
Love and the Internet brought him to Middle Tennessee to embrace the American Dream and his husbandly romance. Writing has been an important part of his life since a very early age, and it’s a pleasure to share his stories with others thanks to the wonderful opportunities this land provides.
Gabbo cherishes Life with a southern gentleman in a townhouse close to a lake (crowded with the spirits of his characters) with their pets: black esoteric kitty, Luna; white emo-twink Maltese, Chance; and street-smart Russian Blue, Bella.
Other books by Gabbo de la Parra
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Bridegroom from Heaven (Spaniards # 1)
The Stallion & the Dragon (Spaniards # 2)
Connection
Prince of Atlantis
Nashville Dreams
Immaterial
Darkest Before Dawn (The Masked Man Serenade)
How I Lost It On Planet X
Tarnished Toys
Nor Sub Nor Dom
The Road from Maryville
Wand-Losing & Other Things You Shouldn't Be Doing
Cenotaph
From Nova To X
Another Dawn On Planet X
Meridian
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