Chapter 36
TOMáS
This is what I wanted.
For Sarina to remain my wife and, more importantly, if not most importantly, maintaining her power while doing so.
I never imagined it would escalate to this, however.
Me on my hands and knees, crawling to her.
But if this is what it’ll take for her to get used to taking control in all aspects of her life, then yeah, I’ll get on my knees for her.
I’ll crawl, I’ll bark, I’ll kiss the fucking ground she walks on daily.
Whatever she wants, as long as I’m included in it.
As my knees move one in front of the other, making my way on all fours over to her, I can’t help but admire how stunning and confident she looks, seated on one of the accent chairs, legs spread and hand feverishly working her clit.
Her arousal becomes audible the closer I crawl to her. Completely transfixed by the vision of her touching herself.
Finally, I’m where I’ve been aching to be, between her thighs, on my knees and at her mercy.
She stops circling her clit, gliding her fingers downward until they plunge inside of her.
Practically salivating at this point for a taste, I watch her fingers pump in and out of her center, until she brings them to her lips, painting them with her arousal.
The eye contact alone that she maintains with me is enough to make my knees buckle, and it takes everything inside of me not to come as I watch her cheeks hollow around her digits, sucking them in. “I taste good.”
My dick twitches with need.
“Do you want a taste?”
I nod yes.
“How badly?”
Words escape me as primal instinct kicks in. My palms grasp onto her thighs kneading them as I make my way to her pussy.
She clicks her tongue, scooting back in her seat, blocking herself from me. “No, no. I want you to tell me how badly you want a taste.”
My fingers dig into her skin, personifying the desperation I feel. “Please, mama,” I whimper. “It’s been too long.”
Shrugging her shoulders with playful arrogance, she waits for me to plead my case further.
“I need you.”
She leans forward, grabbing onto my head needy and possessive, guiding it to her wet center.
My teeth bear down onto her clit piercing, tugging at it gently as I bring my hands to her hips and lift her up from the chair and hoisting her onto my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” she squeals, excitement and lust dancing in her tone.
“Trying to get you to come at least once while I walk us up the stairs,” I say between soft kisses to her wet center, “so I can make you come, in our bed.”
Her thighs squeeze, applying pressure to my head, limiting my periphery, but my feet still successfully guide us across the main level of the penthouse and carefully up the stairs.
I stop in the doorway, still holding her up, devouring her pussy as I work towards her release, and just as her legs begin to quiver letting me know she’s close, I bring us to the bed.
I sit at the edge of the mattress, slowly lowering myself until my back is lying flat so she can rest her knees on the memory foam and sink all her weight onto my face, riding it to orgasm.
Licking up the remnants of her release, savoring every ounce of it on my tongue like the elixir it is, I wait for her to say what she wants next.
Lifting herself up just enough to break the seal my mouth has on her pussy. “I want to watch you fuck me.” She points to the mirror centered on the ceiling.
As fate would have it, the day after our encounter at The Wilted Flower, I walked by an antique shop on the way to lunch with a client, and as soon as I saw the mirror, I had to have it.
It reminded me of the mirrors in the room we were in, and admittedly, I purchased it out of desperation.
Wanting to cling on to every detail of that night we had together.
Thinking, deep down, that it would be our first and last. I never dreamed that we would reunite the way we did.
And now I don’t have to stare at the ceiling anymore wondering.
Instead, I can look up and see how good we look together, for as long as she’ll have me.
I lay down on the center of the mattress as soon as she tells me to, and the view I have of her trailing kisses down my body as she undresses me is borderline spiritual.
She gets on top of me reverse cowgirl, sitting up long enough for me to take my more-than-ready dick and line it up to her entrance.
With that first thrust inside of her she falls back, laying on top of me.
I reach my hand up and as I circle my hand over her clit our gazes meet in the mirror, and they remain on each other the entire time I’m inside of her.
“That’s it, carino, come for me.” Her breathing becomes shattered as another orgasm leaks out of her. “So pretty when you squirt for me.”
Pleasing her brings me such euphoria. I could stay like this, buried in her, making her writhe in ecstasy all night long, denying myself release and leaving more satisfied then if I came.
That’s how far I’ve fallen for her.
And as if she can read my mind, her hips begin to circle while her head falls back enough that her lips graze my cheek. Kissing it first, then saying three words that not only make my heart explode with pride but have me coming on impact.
“I love you.”
She said it.
She said those three words I thought I’d never hear her say.
I’ve wanted to.
Fantasized about it.
Even wanted to say them to her so many times but haven’t in fear that she’d feel pressured to say them back.
I spill into her and twist our bodies so we’re no longer looking up at the ceiling but are instead staring at each other, so I can look her in the eyes, when I say, “I love you, Sarina.”
“You’d better,” she hums, playfully, against my lips. All I can do is continue to kiss her in return, feeling speechless all of a sudden.
We lay in bed afterward, cuddling and looking at the city view from the floor-to-ceiling windows that dominate my penthouse. Existing in comfortable silence. Until I break it with an idea.
“So, I was thinking of something, getting back to what we were discussing before.”
Sarina springs up in bed. “Oh god, what?”
“Don’t worry, it’s not bad. Since this is now our bed, and this is our room, and my penthouse is no longer mine but ours, we are due —well, overdue— for our first date.”
“Do you realize how ass-backward that sounds?”
I wrap her tighter in my arms, placing a kiss on her forehead. “You mean to tell me that getting married before saying I love you and going on a proper first date isn’t the correct order?”
“I mean…”
She giggles and as silly as I know it sounds I can’t help but feel convicted on this. “For once in my life, the correct order of doing things doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. I prefer our way of doing things.”
Her lips fall to a pout. “Me too.”
“How’s tomorrow night?”
“Sure. What are you thinking?”
“That’s a surprise.”
She taps at my arm. “Tomás,” she whines. “At least give me a hint so I know how to dress. Speaking of, am I allowed back in my apartment to pick out an outfit?”
I almost forgot the borderline ridiculous stunt I pulled to get her here. Just as I’m about to tell her of course, she snaps her fingers.
“Wait, fancy or casual?”
“In between, I guess?”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re such a guy. How the hell does that answer help me any?”
I shrug.
“I could wear the jacket you gave me on our first unofficial date but make it all cute with a belt cinching in the waist and fitted dress underneath. Thoughts?”
I pull her in close, kissing the crown of her head. “You can wear whatever the hell you want, Mrs. Armani.”
She looks up at me, still cradled in my arms. “I think you mean, Mrs. Ramos.”
I can’t help but smile.
“Why are you blushing?”
“Because I like how my last name sounds coming from you.”
“Me too.”
I wait until Sarina is asleep before I sneak away to the kitchen to call my sister. I’m sure Sarina will be filling her in on our decision to make what started out fake into something real, but she’s my sister, and I want her to hear it from me first.
The phone barely rings twice when she picks up. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, no, everything is fine.”
“Why are you whispering then?”
“I don’t want to Sarina to hear me.”
“Okay,” she singsongs.
I sigh into the phone. “Yeah, so there’s something need to tell you.”
“She already filled me in about the whole fake marriage thing.”
Lorena can be very hard to read, especially in the rare instances you can catch her on the phone. She is saying everything so calm and matter of fact, I can’t tell what’s going through her head.
“About that. I don’t know how fake it actually is.”
“Oh?”
“Matter of fact, it’s not fake at all. We’re staying married.”
“Seriously?” There’s unexpected excitement in her voice.
“Yeah. We decided tonight to give it a go.”
A laugh echoes through the phone. “Who would have thought that you of all people would marry out of order.”
I can’t help but share in her laughter. “I know. It’s definitely not how I pictured it going. I actually never imagined I’d even get married. Not with how much I work, and everything that I promised…” A sudden lump lodges itself in my throat tightening it.
“Dad would be so proud of you, I hope you know that.”
“I hope so.”
“And I know if he were here, he’d be ecstatic for you, as unconventional as it’s all been. For too long you’ve sacrificed for everyone and haven’t prioritized yourself. I’m okay. Ma is okay. We just need and want you to be okay.”
“So, you’re not mad?”
“What? That I get to go on double dates now with my best friend and other best friend?”
I hear Tino shout in the distance, “Hey what about me?”
She mutters under her breath for him to be quiet.
“Not to get all mushy but yes, as much as we bicker and get under each other’s skin, I’ve always seen you as one of my best friend’s not just my at-times-annoying-and-overbearing brother.”
“Why thank you, I am so honored by your back handed compliment,” I joke.
“Shut up, you know what I mean. And no, to answer your question, I am not mad at all. Sarina deserves happiness, and after the scumbags, she’s had to deal with, as her friend, it makes me happy to know that she’s with someone who will treat her the way she deserves to be treated.”
Relief floods me, getting my sister’s blessing.
“And Ma will be thrilled. You’re going to tell her, right?”
“Of course. But about that, I have something I want to do. You guys around tomorrow?”
“We are. What do you have in mind?”
I look over my shoulder for a beat, to make sure Sarina is still in bed. “I’ll text it.”
“Group chat or private?”
“Private. It’s a surprise.”
“Ooh, this sounds fun already.”
“I hope so.”