Luisa looks around her, suddenly realizing our makeshift room is now covered in bright flowers.
“Per déu! It’s like we’re standing in the middle of a Georgia O'Keeffe painting,” she says with a smirk. “You know what her art symbolizes, right?”
The sight of Luisa’s naked body covered in petals is too much. I struggle to find the right words, but I don’t have time to answer anyway before she’s flipping me on my back, pulling my dress off entirely so I’m in nothing but my thong. Kneeling beside me she takes me in, every inch of me, her eyes clouding over.
“My turn,” she says with a feral grin.
Stretching one arm over my head, I tease at the lacy rim of my underwear, moving them aside invitingly. She curses softly in Catalan, before cuffing my hands in hers and holding them over my head. In a torturous tease, she marks a trail of kisses down my temples, cheekbones, jaw, and throat. Her fingers glide down the length of me as she keeps kissing downwards until her head is bobbing between my legs. She nudges at the inside of my damp parted thighs, tracing her tongue along its apex.
“Holy hell,” I moan loudly, tipping my head to the ceiling of the cocoon.
One solitary petal floats down, landing on her hair, and she smiles up at me from beneath her thick lashes.
I can’t take it anymore. Greedily, I clasp her head and push her into me. She laughs against my skin, enjoying my weakness. Then her mouth is upon me, tongue entering me, pushing my thighs back. Gaining speed she moves inside me, the pressure building. At the heat of her tongue running through my center, I let out a guttural gasp, raking my fingers through her short hair while my other hand crushes pink petals inside my fist. I push her head harder against me as her tongue circles my clit, lapping inside me deeper and deeper. She pulls at my underwear and I arch my back, letting her peel them off. Her hand on the base of my ass she coaxes me closer, her fingers moving in slow circles without entering, teasing me, her mouth wrapping around me.
I feel my center coiling, tighter and tighter, my back arching and my body bucking against her mouth. I drink her in, the dimple on her cheek and the green flecks in her hazel eyes.
I can’t take this anymore. I sit up.
“Use your magic,” I beg, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Please.”
She stops moving against me. “What?”
“I want you to use your magic on me. Use it to make me cum.”
She shakes her head slowly, nuzzling against my thigh. My center coils harder, unbearably tight.
“I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle it.”
“Please. I’ve never experienced sex magic before. It’s never felt safe, but now…” I place her hand between my legs. “I trust you, Luisa.”
With those words, Luisa is unleashed. She kisses me feverishly, guiding her fingers between my legs.
“Do it,” I say in Catalan, grinding against her and holding her hand in place. “I want to feel all of you.”
She pushes me back down onto the velvety floor, and with a mischievous smile, she parts my legs.
Slowly, so slowly, she runs a fingertip up my thighs. I’m totally exposed, my entire body craving her touch. She remains kneeling between my legs, watching me, waiting.
My heart starts beating so violently all I can hear is the rustle of the petals beneath me and my breath getting faster and faster.
“All of you,” I whisper.
With a final nod, she places her hand flat between my legs and a wave of ecstasy runs through me. I can’t see, I can’t hear. The world has gone still. Every inch of me is trembling. I’m falling, then I’m floating, then a riot of color erupts behind my eyelids as the pleasure mounts. I hear myself crying out, long and primal, as I twist on the ground. The pleasure courses through me, wave after wave, crashing against me like it will never end. Finally, my eyes snap open and all I see is her, Luisa, glowing like she’s the moon goddess herself.
I try to speak but I can’t. I swallow and she winks at me.
The world finally stops spinning. My mind clears and I slowly sink into the bed of cherry blossoms, relishing their cooling dew against my skin.
Luisa curls up beside me, but I can’t move, I can’t speak, I’m spent.
“That was, I mean…”
She laughs softly. “I know.”
With a light kiss on my cheek, she wraps her arms around me, and slowly we drift off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Three
I wake with a start. A light breeze is blowing over my bare skin and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. There’s that noise again. Luisa’s phone is buzzing urgently, three messages in a row.
She groans and snuggles her body closer to mine, her head in the crook of my neck.
“Make it stop,” she says sleepily. “Who the fuck is messaging me in the middle of the night, anyway?”
“It might be important,” I mumble, the mix of magical sex and the scent of flowers making me feel a little hungover.
Luisa glances at her phone then sits up with a start. I do the same. Flower petals fly off us both, but she’s already on her feet picking them off her butt and thighs.
“It’s Beatriz,” she says, pulling on her dress. “Something’s happened to Xavi.”
I squeeze my arms tighter around Luisa’s waist as Barcelona twinkles past me in a blur of black, yellow, and grey. Luisa speeds up, flying over winding cobblestones and banking down dark swirling streets, gravel ricocheting from her moped’s wheels with a sharp hiss. We are at the MA HQ in no time, my hair sticking to my neck as I pull off the helmet.
The moon is round and white above our heads, the air hot, and my heart is thumping like a rabbit’s foot
