Chapter 44
Days Later
I’m trying to calm down.
I take a deep breath, as Mom taught me the first time I had to give a speech to run for a position on the student board at school, but it’s not working.
The day before yesterday, I went to Saks Fifth Avenue to see if Julien’s friend could get me a dress for a price that wouldn’t make me have to sell an organ, like a lung, for example. Guillermo wanted to gift me the outfit for the opera, but I declined.
Luckily, the saleswoman had a magical eye for clothing. She found me a long, black, strapless dress that makes me look slim, disguising my hips a bit, although my breasts still appear larger than I would like.
It’s hanging on the chair as I try to put the finishing touches on my makeup.
I’ve watched several makeup tutorial videos, and the first attempts almost made me laugh out loud.
I didn’t come close to achieving the results the girls in the videos did, but now, finally, it seems I’ve managed to do a decent job, albeit not very elaborate.
Ava, Julien’s friend, suggested I leave my hair down, and since I don’t know anything about fashion, I’m following her advice.
We’ve gone out for dinner since we announced our relationship, but today is different. This opera performance is an exclusive event for a select group of Boston Opera House patrons, and I know we’ll have to stop and talk to some of Guillermo’s acquaintances.
I’ve been sleeping at his house every night, but I’m determined to get an apartment just for myself. With my salary and without debts, I can afford a small place to live.
This has been a point of tension in our relationship because even though things between us are beyond amazing, I prefer to keep my feet on the ground.
To my surprise, the day before yesterday, his younger sister, Martina, called me, saying she was sorry about the scandal and knew I must be uncomfortable continuing to live in the hotel.
Therefore, she said I could stay at her apartment until I found a nice place to move into, as she was postponing her return to the United States once again.
So yesterday, I brought my things here, and although Guillermo insisted I stay with him, I stood my ground tonight and said I’d get ready at my new temporary home.
Now I’m in my underwear, bra, and garter belt—which I bought especially for this occasion—and I check the clock to see that I still have an hour before he comes to pick me up.
If drinking were a habit for me, this would be the time I’d have a glass of wine to calm down. I’m very anxious. Today, my Cinderella dream will be put to the test.
Lord, if someone had told me some time ago that my life would change like this, I would never have believed it.
I have a job with a great salary, the prospect of starting university in a few months, and also a boyfriend who, for heaven’s sake . . . makes me want to lock him up and use him only for my pleasure.
I tried in every way not to fall in love, to push away the things he makes me feel, but I can’t keep lying to myself.
I know that what we have is not just sex.
Not for me and not for him either. Maybe he doesn’t love me back, but I can feel every time we make love that there’s so much more than desire between us.
I look at the full-length mirror in the closet, still unsure whether I should leave my hair down, when I hear the doorbell.
My heart races wildly within seconds because only one person knows the apartment is occupied.
I should dress, but instead, I send a message to his phone.
Me: You’re early.
The response comes immediately, and the commanding tone it carries sends a shiver of desire through my body.
Guillermo: Open the door.
I know what he’ll feel seeing me like this. Our physical attraction is overwhelming. We can’t keep our hands off each other.
I unlock the door carefully but stay hidden behind it on purpose.
In two steps, he enters, and when his gaze finds me, I feel like I’m on fire.
The hunger with which Guillermo observes me makes my legs turn to jelly.
Instinctively, I step back, while also devouring every inch of him.
He looks handsome in his black tuxedo. I let my eyes wander from the shoes hiding his large feet to his muscular legs and broad shoulders, finally reaching his masculine face.
I run my tongue over my lips, wishing they were his, and it seems he knows exactly what I’m thinking because a sort of growl comes from deep in his throat.
I finally manage to form a sentence. “You’re early.”
“I couldn’t wait.”
My pulse pounds in my ears. I’m trembling so much I feel a little dizzy. “For what?”
“To be with you before the night ends.”
“No,” I say and walk towards the bedroom.
“No?” He follows me like a hunter.
I turn to him again and shake my head from side to side.
“Why not?”
“It’s my turn.”
At first, he seems not to understand, but when I step towards him and kneel, he holds his breath.
I reach behind my back and undo the strapless bra clasp. When my breasts are free, he seems hypnotized. He reaches out and pinches my nipple, causing a twinge of pain.
“Hmmm . . .”
“My God, Olívia. Do you have any idea how beautiful you look, kneeling and asking for my cock?”
Without wasting time, because I know that if I keep letting him touch me, I won’t get what I want, I unbutton and then slide down his pants.
For a moment, I think he’ll stop me, but when I see him remove the top part of his outfit, I finish pulling down his pants and boxer briefs. He’s already fully erect, and I touch him in a gentle caress, more teasing than anything else, because I now know he likes a firm grip.
There’s a drop of pre-cum at the tip, and with my other hand, I swipe it up and bring it to my mouth.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“Well, you do that to me every day.”
Guillermo always takes the lead, concerned with giving me maximum pleasure. Of course, I’m sure he enjoys every second as well, but I want his loss of control.
I open my mouth, slowly sucking and letting my tongue play on the tip. His moan assures me I’m on the right track, and more confidently, I make him slide farther and farther inside me.
It doesn’t take long before my underwear is soaked. I moan around him, taking as much as I can.
When his hand comes to my hair, wrapping it around his fist, I know I’ve achieved what I wanted.
“I want it deep-throated, beautiful. Relax your mouth for me.”
My moans increase, creating a vibration as I suck him, and he thrusts his hips.
“Sweet mouth. I want to fuck it deep. Will you let me?”
I nod, and he caresses my cheek, but with each movement, I feel the intensity with which he enters me increase.
More out of intuition than experience, I fondle his balls, and he roars.
“Love, I’m going to come. If you don’t want to taste me, you need to stop now.”
In response, I pull him closer by his hips, making him go deeper.
“Remember what I said? There won’t be a part of you that I won’t fill. I’m going to come inside you completely.”
Just like me, he’s completely lost in the act, and I slip a hand into my panties because I’m so turned on too.
“My naughty girl wants to come?”
I feel his veins thicken on my tongue, and I know he’s about to give everything to me soon.
His hand gently but firmly tilts my head back. “Do you want this?”
I nod my head in agreement.
“Then drink it all.”
His words are my downfall, and I close my eyes as the orgasm hits me intensely, feeling him spill into me at the same time.
He spends a few seconds still holding me, his touch on my hair now a gentle caress.
Then, he lifts me up and lies down on the bed with me on top of his body. “Look at me.”
I’m still not fully back from the dream world, but I can’t deny him anything.
As I take a moment to respond to his request, he kisses me. First gently, nibbling on my lips, but it doesn’t seem enough, and his tongue invades me, demanding everything.
“I’m crazy about you. Promise me you’ll never doubt that.”
Instead of answering, I move farther up his body.
I don’t want to doubt.