Chapter 49
I tried to do everything right.
I planned our dinner from the moment she invited me.
I arranged everything with Julien. I asked him to leave a meal ready in my apartment, and I asked my mother to take care of Nina today because Olívia and I needed to talk.
Yes, I know that Valentina was supposed to be with us. On the other hand, I’ve never claimed to be perfect, so I admit I wasn’t entirely honest.
With all that cleared up, my intentions were relatively innocent when I brought her home, but the moment I saw her walking towards me, even before touching her, I completely lost track of the carefully crafted plan.
Now, as Simon parks the car, I can hardly keep my hands off my girl.
We say goodbye to him, and I guide her towards the private elevator. Inside, I press the penthouse button without even looking at the panel. One hand rests on the wall behind her.
I lower my mouth and let my lips run over her jaw and chin. “Tell me you want this.”
When I pull away to await her response, her cheeks are flushed with excitement and she bites her lip while looking at me and nodding affirmatively.
“I need to hear it. I’ve waited days to hear you say that you want me definitively in your life. I won’t accept a nod as an answer.”
Her chest rises and falls with short breaths. “I’m yours, Guillermo.”
I feel every muscle in my body tense. The desire restrained out of respect for what she asked of me, the love I had never experienced until I met her, overflows in my every cell.
“You can bet on that.” I lift her up, and her thighs open to accommodate me.
Our mouths seek each other, eager. The longing for her scent, the warmth of her skin, her taste, is an explosive combination that turns me into a caveman.
Her response matches in intensity.
There’s no room for conversation, explanations, or doubts. Just moans, tongues consuming each other, teeth marking skin.
Still holding her, I kick the apartment door closed. I sit her on the table and remove her blouse. Clumsily, I destroy some buttons along the way.
“Where is Nina?”
“With my mother.” I remove my coat and suit, and she almost tears off my shirt. The tie is loosened and tossed aside.
Now, both of us hastily remove our pants, like two teenagers discovering sex.
“I wanted this lack of control from the beginning,” she says.
I lower my boxers, freeing my erection. “It’s always been here with you, for you.” I hold her face. “We can take it slow and sweet later, but I need to fuck you hard right now.”
Her pupils dilate, and she reaches for her panties. “No. I want this.”
I turn her around, making her lean over the dining table.
I kneel down and remove her lingerie. Spreading her legs, I devour her sex.
The moisture wets my lips and fingers. She moans and grinds against my face without any shyness, but before she can climax, I stand up and grab one of her thighs, resting her leg on the table.
“Open your bra. I want to play with those beautiful breasts.”
I don’t wait for her to free herself from the bra to start penetrating her.
I test her entrance by rubbing my cock against it, and she pushes against me.
I’m a bit dizzy with desire, almost unable to believe the damn nightmare is over. My girl, my Olívia, is where she belongs. “I won’t be able to go easy, baby.”
“I don’t want gentle,” she replies.
I thrust my hips, preparing her, entering only halfway, but it feels so good I can’t just taste a bit, and I bury myself entirely in her tight warmth.
She screams in surprise but asks for more, and I don’t hold back.
Every thrust into her body makes the table move. The wet and consistent invasion creates its own rhythm. The sound of our passion.
“Harder. I want it all, Guillermo.”
I grab her hair and pull her to me, biting her shoulder. I squeeze her delicious ass as I thrust deeper.
“Can you see yourself inside me?” she asks.
I look down, my hard member pushing its way into her pink flesh. “Yes. I see every inch of me taking you.”
“Remember that. You’re perfect inside me, perfect in my life. I love you, Guillermo.”
The unexpected declaration steals what’s left of my sanity. With one hand, I stimulate her stiff nipple, while my hips keep moving.
“Ah . . .”
“Say it again.”
“I love you. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
I nibble on her ear and move my hand down to her clit. “How close? I want to come with you.”
“Very close.”
I increase the pace, obsessed with the sight of our bodies united. “Arch your back. Take me deeper.”
“You drive me crazy with that dirty mouth.”
“I know you love my dirty mouth. I can feel how tight you are around me. You’re my naughty girl, Olívia.”
“Oh, my God!” she screams, tightening even more.
“Damn it, baby!”
I try to think of anything that could slow down my impending orgasm, but it’s impossible. Olívia is holding me inside her in constant contractions, making my release inevitable. Her hand comes around, stroking me, and I’m about to explode inside her.
“Now, Guillermo. Pour it all into me. Mark me inside and out.”
That’s it. Her mix of request and command breaks down the last barrier. I feel her spasms as she climaxes, pulling, consuming, showing me that I’m hers as much as she is mine.
“I love you, Olívia. You’ll never doubt that again.”
We’re lying in my room, after two more rounds of makeup sex. That’s her term. I think she likes creating titles: celebration chocolate, makeup sex.
Although it was delicious and explosive, I don’t want to repeat the part where we’re separated.
Never again.
As if she can read my thoughts, she says, “It almost makes me want to fight again just to have you this wild.”
“You’re becoming quite a cheeky girl.”
“I like breaking down your barriers.”
I lift her face to look at me. “I have no barriers against you, Olívia. I never have.”
Understanding that the tone of the conversation has changed, she replies, “I was scared. I didn’t want to be a substitute for you or for Nina.”
“You won’t be a substitute. Not for me, because this is the first time I’ve fallen in love, and not for Nina because . . .” Damn, it’s not easy to say it.
“Why?”
“Because my daughter has never known what it’s like to have a mother.” I kiss her hair. “I know it’s a huge responsibility. You’re still so young and haven’t really lived. Maybe if I were a better man, I’d let you experience life, but I can’t stay away from you.”
“I don’t want to experience it. I thought I did, but that day I went out with Melissa—”
“And with Wolverine.” I can’t help the sarcastic comment, but she starts laughing, and I instantly relax.
“God, you’re so like Joaquín when you’re annoyed.”
I think that was a criticism, but I’ll let it slide.
“Anyway, when I went out with them, I felt out of place, you know? Dancing was fun, but after half an hour, I was already eager to leave.”
“Teach me.”
“What?”
“To relax. To live life. I’ve never known how to do that.”
She looks at me as if she expects me to smile, as if it’s a joke, but quickly realizes I’m serious. “We’ll learn together.”
“Is what you said true? Are you sure about what you feel?”
“About loving you, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“I think I fell in love with you as soon as we started spending time together. First, it was physical attraction. You’re very handsome.
” She smiles and looks away. “But then it was everything about you. Your character, the way you love and care for Nina, how you insist on being with family, but mainly, how you brought me into your life even without being sure what kind of person I was. You’ve done more for me than my own blood, besides giving me the opportunity to know and love my only relative . . . Valentina.”
I know it’s crazy, but even trying to correct the transgressions of my late wife against Olívia, I still feel guilty for Layla’s actions.
“The only good thing that came out of discovering who my biological mother was, and consequently, my twin sister, is that now I’ll know the exact day I was born. When was Layla’s birthday?”
God, she was even deprived of that—not knowing her own birthday!
“June fifth,” I reply, feeling my throat tighten. “Your birthday is June fifth.”
“Wow, I always thought I was born in May. Anyway, I was partly right. I’m a Gemini,” she continues, not realizing how moved I am by her kindness and ability to see the positive side of everything.
“I never wanted to hide the truth. I kept postponing telling you that you were Layla’s sister out of fear of losing you, but also because I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
“Because of the letter? There’s much more there that will hurt me, isn’t there?”
“There is.”
“Guillermo, regarding me being the sister of your late wife, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I have no ties to those women.
Sharing the same blood means nothing if you don’t do anything to earn someone’s love.
To me, you’re the widower of a stranger.
Regarding the other issue, the letter, I understand you wanted to spare me, but if you want our relationship to work, you have to promise never to hide anything from me again.
No matter what excuse you give, I’m not fragile. ”
“You have my word. Nothing but the truth between us.”