“You mean I can start horseback riding when I get home?” She asks me with big eyes.
“I thought you wanted to be a sports reporter?”
“I can do both!”
“She’s going to wear you down, Mateo,” Vera tells me, and I know how right she is. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for either of them.
With the ceremony over, the fun part begins. I’m already feeling right as rain after a couple of cocktails, though I know I’ll take it easier tonight, and Vera is feeling like her old self too.
When the happy newlyweds come back, they’re sequestered away for more photos including ones of us and all the wedding guests.
Then it’s time for food.
Speeches.
More food.
Dessert.
Drinks.
More drinks.
Music.
Dancing.
As the night falls, we take the party out of the tent and into the field where the tunes from the DJ spill out into the starry valley. You wouldn’t know it by just looking at us, but since Real Madrid has won so many cups and competitions (I like to take a little credit for that), we’re all used to cutting a rug on the dance floor in celebration. Maybe it’s because we’re athletes, but we certainly hold our own while dancing.
It’s while I’m dancing with Luciano and Ruby in a sandwich, that Vera comes up to me and grabs my hand pulling me away. At first I think perhaps I’m embarrassing myself, but from the very heated expression in her eyes, I don’t think that’s the case. Perhaps my moves were turning her on from afar.
She takes me away from the crowd, over the crest of the field, right underneath a towering Jacaranda tree.
I look around. There’s nothing but grass around us, moving softly in the hot breeze, the moon casting shadows, illuminating her beautiful features.
“This seems familiar,” I say to her, my mind going back in time to the day I first made love to her, beneath a tree on a hot sunny day.
“I thought so,” she says, and then before I can say anything else, she grabs my face in her hands and kisses me deeply, shoving me back until I hit the tree.
I don’t hesitate. My body immediately springs into action.
My lips devour hers, my hands run over her breasts, the dips of her waist, over the curves of her hips, sliding down until I reach the end of her dress and I’m hiking it up, all while her hands fumble with my fly, touching me with desperation.
That same desperation and hunger is what’s fueling me. My fingers quickly slide between the softness of her thighs, and to my surprise, she’s not wearing underwear.
Of course she’s not. It’s Vera.
I let out an appreciative moan, especially as I discover how wet she already is. The last few days have had me so riled up, that I know I won’t be able to take my time with her. The need to get inside her and get off is too overpowering.
I start sliding my fingers over her clit, dragging her sweet slickness back and forth, and I feel her knees start to buckle. I know exactly what she wants and how to give it to her, a little perk of being married.
She lets out a frustrated growl, then grabs me but my collar and spins me off of the tree.
“Get on your back,” she tells me.
I grin at her bossiness, already so hard that I think I might die. I get on my back in the grass, and then she’s straddling me, taking my cock out of my pants, sliding a fist up and down until my eyes go back in my head.
Then she takes a firm hold and climbs on top. I grab her hips, helping to lower herself on my cock inch by inch.
My god. I’m in heaven.
I take in a sharp breath, trying to watch, trying to keep it together.
She takes her breasts out of her dress, groping them, playing with her tight little nipples as she throws her head back, riding me back and forth, up and down.
She’s a sight to behold.
And I can’t hold on any longer.
I reach for her clit, rubbing with my thumb, trying to bring her to an orgasm before I come, and she’s moving her hips, faster and faster.
“Estrella,” I cry out, the heat building in my core, my cock growing thicker, my balls tensing, my nerves on fire.
Then she’s coming, loud. Very loud. Practically screaming as she rides me, and I grab her waist tighter, keeping her in line until I can barely hang on.
I come hard. So fucking hard. I can’t remember the last time we had sex outside like this and it’s blowing my fucking mind. I am out of breath, a mess of sweat, and unintelligible words.
And here is my wife, on top of me, her rhythm gradually slowing.
The moon above me comes back into focus, the air in my lungs gradually returns.
And we are here, together, as one.
She carefully climbs off of me, and as she’s leaning forward, I reach up and grab her. I kiss her, hard and desperate, as if I suddenly realized, for the millionth time, how in love with my wife I am, how much of me belongs to her.
All of me belongs to her.
And we belong in the stars.
“I love you, my Estrella,” I tell her, staring up at her face, the universe swirling behind her, that same sky and those same planets that aligned to bring us together, that will be there until the end.
“I love you too, Mateo,” she says to me.
She lies down in the grass beside me, resting her head on my chest.
We stay there for a few more minutes, just breathing, just loving, just counting shooting stars.
THE END
Arrow Through the Heart A McGregors Novella
Prologue
1989
It wasn’t snowing.
The little boy had prayed last night that he could wake up to snow on his birthday, as if the white stuff would wipe the world clean and he could start again. Perhaps go back
