Chapter 20 #3
“William, I love you. I love the family you've given me. My past is just that, the past. You are my present and my future, and I couldn't be happier about that.”
Our lips moved closer to kiss again, but...
“Mom, Dad, I’m hungry,” Aurora bellowed, and we looked at each other and smiled.
After lunch, we left Aurora taking her nap and went to the Civil Registry to sign up to get married.
Since Christmas was approaching, we decided we would get married after the traditional holidays, so it would be in mid-January.
I immediately contacted my friends Sylvia and Orson to tell them the great news, and both were so surprised they couldn’t respond and I think they even stammered.
When they finally managed to react, their screams left me deaf.
I had to promise them that we would meet for dinner that night so I could tell them everything in great detail.
“William, I just had a group call with my friends Sylvia and Orson, and we agreed to meet for dinner tonight because we haven’t seen each other for several days, and they also want me to tell them about our wedding.”
He was sitting at his desk looking at something on his laptop. He raised his head and looked at me seriously.
“Are you going alone?” he asked, with a calmness that gave me the impression he didn’t feel.
“I was planning to. It’s not that I don’t want you to come, but it’s a gathering of friends to chat about our things and maybe you’ll get bored or even feel uncomfortable.”
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know yet. I suppose some restaurant,” I replied, downplaying his bad mood.
“Like the one where we met and you ended up completely drunk?” he asked ironically.
Confirmed, he was annoyed. Did he think we were in the Middle Ages and I could only go out with him?
“Exactly, like that one. Maybe we’ll go to that same place because we like it a lot,” I replied, being just as ironic as he was.
William slowly got up from his chair and approached me without taking his intense gaze from mine. I didn’t back down and tried to keep my eyes on his with a serene expression, but I must admit that maintaining that gaze wasn’t for beginners like me.
“I don’t like you going out alone,” he said, standing in front of me with a sulky expression.
“What? What century are you living in?”
“That’s not very flattering. I’m simply taking care of you, and I repeat, I don’t like you going out alone.”
“You’re prehistoric. You’re behaving like a caveman,” I said, looking at him with a furrowed brow.
“Guilty as charged,” he replied, then bent down and grabbed me by the thighs before hoisting me onto his shoulders.
“What are you doing?! Put me down, William!” I exclaimed, surprised by his outburst, while giving him a smack on his behind and unable to suppress a smile.
“I’m behaving like a caveman,” he said, and then he was the one who gave me a smack on my behind.
“William, put me down. I’m serious.”
But he didn’t. He left his office, crossed the hallway, and entered his bedroom.
“I’ll put you down when I see our bed.”
Our bed? Hearing that made my heart beat even faster.
He kept his promise and, as soon as he was in front of the bed, he tossed me from his shoulder onto the mattress.
“Have you gone crazy?!” I exclaimed, unable to hold back my laughter.
“I’m a caveman,” he said, placing one knee on the mattress and leaning toward me.
He kissed me. And everything else vanished.
With extreme delicacy, he got rid of my shorts, my blouse, and my underwear, and then all of his clothes.
He returned to my lips and took possession of my mouth, exploring it with authentic frenzy.
Then he held both my hands above my head and moved his lips down my body to continue delighting in my breasts.
I couldn’t stay still or stop moaning. After a few minutes, he began to move lower.
I trembled as his sensual journey passed over my stomach and continued downward, driving me crazy with anticipation.
When he reached my sex, he raised his face.
“Look at me, ‘Sweet’,” he demanded, and I made a great effort to open my eyes and do as he asked. “Now you’re going to experience what this caveman can make you feel,” he said, and set to work.
Pleasure and desire flowed through my body, growing at great speed. He was killing me, and it was a slow and pleasurable death.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispered against my sensitive skin, making me shudder and moan loudly.
He intensified his caresses and I lost myself in a devastating orgasm, screaming his name.
“William, I need you, please.”
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine and positioning his body between my legs. He spread my legs apart with his knees and looked into my eyes with all the love and passion he felt for me. My heart danced in my chest.
“And I can barely contain myself, my love.”
He pushed his hips forward and began to enter my body. We both gasped with pleasure. The collision of our bodies, the ragged breathing, and the moans were the erotic sounds that enveloped us and stimulated us even more.
We didn’t take our eyes off each other.
“Devon...” he whispered, with so much love that I thought my heart wouldn’t be able to handle so many emotions.
“William, I love you.”
“My Devon...” he said, as he pulled out and entered again, each time deeper and faster.
We kissed, swallowing each other’s moans, and I let myself go. The orgasm shot through me, spreading throughout my body like savage waves. My contractions catapulted his orgasm and he shouted my name before burying his face in my neck.
“Devon...”
Although William wasn’t very happy about it, that night I met with my friends. Sylvia let us know she would be getting off work very late, so we decided to meet at my apartment. I prepared dinner there and waited for them.
Orson was the first to arrive.
“Tell me right now how it is that you’re going to marry Cavaller!” he ordered, as soon as he entered my apartment. “I don’t understand anything, I’m completely shocked.”
“You’re so impatient,” I said, smiling, as I closed the door and headed to the kitchen.
“Where are you going?”
“To the kitchen to finish making the salad. Come with me and we can chat there,” I suggested, as I started walking and he followed me.
“Spill it already,” he urged me, while opening the fridge, grabbing a small bottle of beer, and sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter looking at me expectantly.
“You knew we had gotten back together and...” The doorbell rang, interrupting me, and Orson made a face of annoyance.
“For crying out loud! Why is Sylvia always so late?” he protested.
“Go open the door while I continue with this.”
“And now you’re giving me orders,” he said, leaving the beer on the counter and going to the door as quickly as he could.
“What do you mean you’re getting married?!” Sylvia shouted as she came toward me to greet me.
“Orson, bring Sylvia a beer and let’s go sit on the terrace because I have everything ready. Take the salad and I’ll bring the chicken.”
“All you’ve done is give me orders,” he protested, but did what I asked.
I had a nice terrace with outdoor table and chairs set up, and that’s where we arranged everything. The table already had everything needed for dinner because I had set it up before they arrived.
“I’m so surprised by the news that I spent all day at work watching the clock because I was dying to be here.”
“Let’s sit down and enjoy this wonderful night. Look how beautiful the moon is,” I said, nodding toward the moon since my hands were full with trays.
“Look what love does! She’s become romantic,” Sylvia said, letting out a laugh. “Since when do you talk about the moon and wonderful nights?” she asked, still laughing.
“Next thing you know she’ll have little hearts floating around her head,” Orson said, looking at me with a frown.
“But I warn you, if you start with all that sensitive mushy crap you call romanticism, I’m leaving and you’ll become non gratas to me.
” He sat down in one of the chairs with a furrowed brow.
“The last thing I need is to start hearing you talk about the moon, stars, little hearts, flowers, and butterflies fluttering around. How disgusting!” he exclaimed, making the same face and causing us to burst out laughing.
“Sit there and we’ll serve ourselves. Start the story already because I can’t take the suspense anymore,” Sylvia said.
Under their attentive gaze, I began to tell them how William had proposed to me and his words and attitude regarding my inability to have children.
My friends gave me their full attention; I think they weren’t even breathing, only my voice could be heard.
At the end of my story, I looked at them, waiting for the comments I knew wouldn’t be long in coming.
“Do you love him very much?” Sylvia asked.
“The love I feel for him is immense. When I fell in love with William, I realized that I hadn’t loved Lino, I just thought I did,” I sighed.
“I think Lino showed me a reality very different from what I experienced with my mother and sister, and the affection he gave me was much more than what I received at home and enough for me to think that I loved him and that he loved me. Obviously, I was wrong about both things.”
“If you’re happy, then I’m happy too,” Sylvia said, taking my hand. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you so excited and happy, and that’s what you’ve always deserved. Congratulations, friend.”
“Thank you, Sylvia. You guys are my family and I needed to share this with you and know your opinion,” I said, and looked at Orson who was still looking at me seriously, but hadn’t given his opinion.
“Orson, what do you think?” I asked.
“As Sylvia said, you deserve to be immensely happy, and if Cavaller is the one who offers you that happiness, I’ll have no choice but to accept it,” he stated, and brought the beer bottle to his mouth for a long drink.