Elena was pleased again, brought to a climax when Jose fell off of her, and with toying fingers teased the orgasm from her body. She’d been swimming of sorts, from all the kisses, every atom in her awakened; this ending was another wave to drift upon, and so doing, she realized she could drift on to another and another and another, endlessly until Jose drew away from her.
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“Do you think it will storm?” she said, looking out from the patio at the black swarm of air congregating in the western and northern skies. The clouds were as black and purple as the sharp edged cliffs below them. They almost seemed to be the same thing, as if the mountains had risen to the sky and the sky had descended to the earth.
“The adobe’s safe,” Jose replied. Holding two Mexican beers in his hand he handed
