that passed the more Renata had to refine her calculations: a month and a half more; three weeks more; four days more, or anybody’s guess. Exhausting delight, which spread to other realms, and in the meantime the maiden carried out her domestic duties: mopping, sweeping, praying from time to time, what food might he like—ask him in a letter? All in good time, and in the meantime, these and other feeble proxies, though, when she thought about the missive, in addition to the expected flattery, some information. Hopefully Demetrio would let her know the date of his visit to Sacramento.
7
In, out; in, out; in, out. Rhythmic movements, slow and increasingly lubricated. Mireya had proposed an innovative position: she’d get on all fours to give Demetrio more wiggle room, that’s right, for more commanding and prolonged wiggles, which also delayed ejaculation, causing pleasure to bubble up inside in a somehow more vehemently circulatory fashion. That was how they screwed and how they prolonged it. The bad part was not being able to kiss in that position, though they did enjoy a deliciously unparalleled slow pace that evoked a duet of moans of combined suffering and joy. The unfurling of the imagination: a creative surge that did not revert to directives. An effervescent scramble: yes and no, and a passing barely. Pleasure at the cost of precarious devastation, until Mireya proposed an even more tremendous game: fellatio, Do you want?—would be how it first was mentioned—Let’s! You can come in my mouth if you want. Demetrio agreed, believing he would thereby experience the heights of sexual love, to him so modern—may the fun come in any shape or form! as if both were finally on their way to reaching rock bottom. He stood on the bed, swaying unsteadily, while she on her knees began to encircle the agronomist’s gland with her tongue: deliberately suggestive. Then, in, out; in, out. A well-trained mouth. In classic fashion: a lot of saliva. Besmirched—down her front, conceptual? and so far away from any proper notion of decency. Nobody had ever done this to Demetrio, who for better or for worse experienced feelings of guilt. The idea of sin grew prodigious, even more so when Mireya, unexpectedly and with full oral penetration of said member, began to move from side to side as if denying everything, a maneuver that provoked Demetrio’s immediate and prodigious ejaculation. Well, well! Her sublime swallow, which intentionally left some semen adorning the dark circle of her mouth; something like a thick whitish glob rolled down her cheeks, and his exclamation: You look fine, woman, with that smeared on your skin. All she could do was smile with pride. It’s because I love you, she said. This was their gratification after so many weeks of absence. All good and fine. An outstanding experience! useful for a descent into normality, relaxed and breathy, silent, after such mutual, perhaps equitable, abuse … perhaps … What kind of double volley? Minutes later came their conversation, with an added dash of bashfulness. Sinful conversation, distended. They both seemed like caterpillars on the verge of transformation.
“So, my love, tell me why you haven’t been to see me.”
“I went to visit my mother over the Christmas holidays.”
“Why didn’t you let me know?”
“I didn’t have time. She sent me a telegram telling me she was sick and that I should come immediately. My father died five years ago, and she lives alone, and …”
“You aren’t lying to me, are you?”
“Why should I lie to you? What matters is that I’m here with you now.”
“Where does your mother live?”
“Far, far away.”
“Where?”
“In the south of the United States.”
“Hmm … You know, Demetrio, I’m falling more and more in love with you.”
“Me too.”
“By telling you this, that I’m in love with you, I’m really admitting that I don’t like this life in the brothel anymore. I want you to take me away from here.”
“Where? I’m living in a rooming house. Soon I’ll own my own house, though I haven’t yet saved enough money for the down payment. Right now, I can’t take you anywhere.”
“Get me out of this hellhole. I’m sick of being a slave to pleasure. I want to give myself to you, be faithful to you, have a family. I really will be a good wife and mother. I’ve never fallen in love before, Demetrio, but I have now, deeply. I love you. I love you madly!”
“Me too. Nobody has ever given me what you … Hmm … I promise to