In the moonlight, the desert seemed to glow. The browns and purples, mixed with the oranges and pinks, had gone, leaving the bluish hue of the night spread around like an ocean.

I guess I could have refused him when we met,  but God, he was lovely. Such a gentlemen, I almost died when he extended his hand to me, just to hold it for the first time. Love takes time, but it had been no time at all, and now  his eyes were deep in thought; looking at the stars in the clear black night sky.

"You can't see the stars in L.A.," He said to me.
"Really?"
"Well, let's just say if you saw them, they'd run away from the smog."
I giggled. "Is that why you moved here?"
"I moved here to write movies."
"How many have you written?"
He gave me a crooked grin. "One."
"Called?"
"Fried Pies."
"What?"
"Fried P-I-E-S,"
"Like empanadas?"
"I guess, but that's more like folded pie."
"I guess so. You could call it 'Folded Pies'. I'm sure people here would get it."
"Mexican Turnovers. Hey, there you go, 'Mexican Turnovers'."
"I like that. What is it about?"
He smiled again, and he smiled so much he laughed.

"A man's own private Las Vegas."
"SHIT! You're obsessed with that!"
He chuckled deep in his chest, watching me flip out, a huge smile on my face.
"You're so easy to start up."
I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Yes. I am."
"Oh."
"Um hmm."

He kissed the apples of my cheeks and rubbed his nose against mine. 

"'Folded Pies' huh?"
"Yeah."
"Let's get off this roof, hmm?"

I agreed.

Santa Fe, New Mexico was more the Gringo New Mexico.
I grew up in Las Cruces, so, living here was not a huge change in landscape, but a definite change in social stature. You see, White people come to New Mexico from back east, and all they do is buy up land, and if they're just visiting, souvenirs. Not that any of this is bad, but when you look at it, it's become a huge tourist trap.

Michael moved here from L.A., and had grown up in Texas, so, he really wasn't just another gringo looking to live in New Mexico because it was pretty. He knew that Santa Fe was artsy-fartsy, and that he was artsy-fartsy, (only to a lesser extent) and so he belonged here, and the longer I lived here, so did I.

He opened the bedroom door, letting me in first and locking it behind us. He sat on the bed and I pushed him down, kissing his cheeks and neck. I worked on his zipper and he let me; he'd gotten better at letting me make moves on him. I startled him; he reached up and squeezed my breasts.

"You like those, huh?"
"Yes."
"I like that you like them."

It was always so beautiful when he touched me. It was much more sensual, much more meaningful.

"God, Nez, I'm too horny for this,"
"Oh, Jesus, now you're talking,"

Of course, there was always just all out fucking.

He stripped me naked, lifting me up onto his lap, kissing my lips, squeezing my breasts. He broke the kiss, taking my erect nipples in his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and he swept me beneath
him, using his whole mouth to suck on my skin, from my neck, to my tits, down my belly and over my clit. He licked gently then, using his tongue to slowly enter my lips, pushing through every little inch, until I could feel his hot wet tongue licking at my little rosebud. I shook, it burned and it soothed, and he kept at it until I screeched!

"I love you."

"Love you,"

And he wiped his face, ramming himself deep inside me. I gasped and held on, feeling his strength in each gyration, and I dug my nails into his back. It felt amazing, this huge rod barreling it's way into my body, and I loved it, working my hips against his, feeling how wet I was around him, feeling him so deep I could taste him. I wanted to taste him, lick the head and take the girth in my mouth, just to hear him moan! I ground my hips into his as hard as I could, looking over his shoulder and seeing his back muscles working hard.

I bit his ear lobe and whispered, "Let me suck it."

He quickly pulled out of me and I crawled onto him, taking his swollen phallus into my hands, getting a feel for his hardness, and then teasing him, trying to resist taking the entire fat juicy thing into my mouth.
"God, baby, just fucking suck it!"
"Be fucking patient, old man!"

He smiled, and so did I, taking in the head, slick with pre-cum,  and gently sliding it back and forth, made him scream like a little bitch.

"Just take it, all....God take it all!"

That was my cue; my mouth slid all the way down till I could taste him at the back of my throat, and I could hear him moan and groan, I could feel him pushing my head down, and very slightly I scraped my teeth against the shaft, and pulled off, jerking him, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head.

"Want a titty-fuck baby?"

"Umm-hmm!"

His eyes were shut tight, the wet sounds making me rock against the sheets. I took his cock between my tits and squeezed with all my might, watching his muscles stiffen and his legs become wood, and he grabbed at my shoulders as he began to come, holding on, moaning, pushing, rubbing, yelling, and then,

"RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGUHHHHHH!"

Bursting onto my naked breasts.

"Jesus, you're gonna fucking wear me out!" he exclaimed.

I leaned down, and viciously licked the head of his cock clean.

"That's my job."