Chapter 9 #4
“I’m 39,” I said, and at that moment I realized that I was 10 years older than her and that perhaps she would want to be with someone her own age.
That made me tense and I observed her carefully to see her reaction, but she didn’t seem surprised or bothered, so I added: “I guess if marriage made you run away from love, you must not have had a good experience.”
“My marriage ended in divorce, that already says a lot,” she clarified.
“A divorce doesn’t always cause rejection of that feeling, and besides, you’re very young.”
“I’ll just say that disillusionment hurts and you don’t want to feel that way again, therefore, I’m not going to go through that thing called love again and much less through a marriage, but if you don’t mind, I’d prefer not to keep talking about it,” she said, and I cursed the bastard who had caused her that suffering.
“Of course I don’t mind, on the contrary, because I have in mind doing something much more fun,” I stated, to move away from the topic that bothered her so much and lead her back to experiencing pleasure.
I made her fall into my arms and kissed her. While doing so, I gradually removed her robe. I wanted her on top of me so I could see her better. I let myself fall back onto the bed.
“Straddle me, ‘Sweet.’”
She did, and seeing her like that and feeling her pressing against my erection was so erotic that I was about to come again.
“You really drive me crazy with desire. I don’t know what you do to me, but this excitement I feel has me bewildered.”
I quickly took another condom and stretched out my hand to give it to her.
“Put it on me.”
She did, and feeling her caressing my member and seeing her putting all her attention into it was too much.
It was a mixture of sensuality and innocence that confused me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I took her hands to make her rise up a bit and give us space to adjust. When I was ready, she began to descend onto my member and I slowly penetrated her.
That position allowed me to go deep and I thought I would faint, it was fucking paradise.
I gasped and threw my head back because I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Devon leaned on my chest and began to move, and to help her, I grabbed her buttocks and we began that precise rhythm seeking the pleasure that we knew was about to explode within us.
It was maddening, my body begged for more, so I sat up, moaning loudly, and embraced her, but without stopping our movements.
The orgasm was simultaneous and it was the most wonderful experience I had ever had.
I hugged her tightly, wishing to always have her like this.
Not wanting to delve into everything I was feeling, I let myself fall back onto the mattress, but I didn’t separate from her, making her fall onto my body.
“You’re incredible, ‘Sweet.’”
“You are too,” she said, making me smile like a fool.
At that inopportune moment, I thought about her relationship with Aurora and knew I had to tell her what I was thinking. I wanted to keep seeing her and enjoying these moments with her, but I wasn’t comfortable with my daughter being in the middle.
“With you, I face a huge dilemma.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking at me cautiously.
“I know my daughter is very fond of you and that you’ve done her a lot of good, so I don’t want this to influence the relationship you have with Aurora, but...”
“This?” she asked, with a certain disappointment.
“I’m referring to the relationship we’re going to have, let’s say something like a friendship with sex included. The issue is that I never allow women I’m involved with to get close to Aurora. I don’t want them to hurt her or use her to get to me.”
“I would never do that,” she stated, and anger appeared on her face, but even though I thought she wouldn’t be capable of doing something like that, I still didn’t know her well enough to be certain.
“Believe me, there are people who would.”
“Play with a little girl’s feelings? Only someone without a heart would do that,” she said, and that was true, but I knew heartless people existed, people who didn’t even care about their own children. Cristina was an example of that.
“That’s right, and I assume you understand that such people exist.”
“I suppose so.”
“I’m aware that when we decide to end this relationship, there will be awkwardness that will make you distance yourself from her.”
“I understand,” she said, and although she was clearly uncomfortable, I could also tell she agreed with what I was saying.
“I also wouldn’t want Aurora to see us as if we were a couple.
She might get the wrong idea that could confuse and hurt her,” I said, because my daughter already had a very close relationship with her, and I would never let her think Devon would be in her life forever because that wasn’t going to happen.
“I agree, and I think we only have two options: either I stop seeing her, or I meet with her without your presence. Perhaps it would be best if Alba brings her here or we meet at some park,” she suggested.
“Having you two stop seeing each other makes me feel selfish. I couldn’t do that to my daughter,” I said, because it was the truth.
“Then, if you have no objection and Aurora wants to see me, I’ll coordinate with Alba to meet somewhere other than your house.”
“That might be best,” I indicated, and it made me feel more at ease knowing she shared my concern and was willing to continue seeing Aurora under the conditions I was imposing.
“It’s already four in the morning. I need to go,” I said, looking at my watch, and she got up to give me space. “I’ll use the bathroom.”
In the bathroom, I freshened up and got dressed.
I still found it incredible that all of this had happened with Devon.
My God, how I desired her! If it were up to me, I would stay with her all night, but I couldn’t.
It was best for both of us to take this relationship slowly and be clear that it was just about enjoying good sex—wonderful sex, to be honest.
“Will you walk me to the door?” I asked when I came out of the bathroom.
“Yes, of course.”
“You have my phone number on the card I gave you. Call me.”
“All right,” she said, leaving the bedroom.
Before leaving, I took her by the waist and kissed her.
“Call me,” I said, resting my forehead against hers.
I was aware that I hadn’t asked for her phone number, although without her knowing, I had already found it out.
I hadn’t asked because I didn’t want to pressure her.
It seemed best to let her control the timing and decide when we would see each other again.
Though I hoped it would be as soon as possible.
“I will,” she replied.
I headed toward the elevators feeling confused.
On one hand, I felt very good, and I supposed it was because I had achieved what I had desired since meeting her—sleeping with her.
But I was sure it was something more than that.
I felt happiness enveloping me, and precisely that was what had me confused.
Being with her had made me feel complete, and I hadn’t liked leaving her alone.
That’s why it would be best to take things slowly and let a few days pass, because Devon was turning my world upside down, and I needed to straighten it out.