Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,27
in my ear, licking the outer lobe.
“Yes,” I say, half moaning. My eyes flutter open. His eyes are on me, searching for a sign of indecision on my part. I feel that nagging tightening of my chest again. His lips are back on mine and in the same moment, his hand slips inside my panties. His fingers open up the sensitive folds of my most private area. His fingers start a gentle exploration, the sensations causing my heart to beat frantically.
“Fuck. Jesus Christ, Baby, you’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear.
I can feel my whole body start to flush. I’m embarrassed by my reaction to him so I hide my face in the crook of his neck.
“Hey,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Look at me, Love.”
I take a deep breath and move my face so that we’re eye to eye.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed, okay? I love that you’re wet for me.”
I nod my response, unable to speak. He nuzzles his nose to mine then kisses the tip. Moving his lips to mine again, he resumes his assault on my mouth. His fingers start to rub my already swollen clit in a delicious pattern. I gasp at his touch. “Oh my God,” is all I can mutter.
Victor breaks the kiss, my eyes are closed but I can still feel his eyes on mine. “Open your eyes, Love.” It takes me a minute but I do as he asks. “Jesus, Baby, you’re so beautiful.” His words heighten my pleasure, my moans are getting more frequent. He positions his thumb over my clit, resuming the relentless stroking as he slips a finger inside of me. I gasp with a mixture of shock and pleasure. My back arches up, and my hips start to move, meeting his thrusts, he slips another finger inside and picks up the rhythm slightly. My legs start to tighten and tremble. “That’s it, Baby. I can feel how close you are. Come for me, don’t be scared.” His words send me over the edge, my hips bucking upward. “Oh God, Victor,” I scream, clutching onto his shoulders. His touch is relentless, I’m falling with no end in sight. It’s both exquisite and torturous. My climax seems to go on forever, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip through my screams of pleasure. He gives me one last kiss as my orgasm subsides, leaving me out of breath and delirious.
“I’ve been dying to do that to you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he says, stroking my cheek.
“Mmmm.”
He chuckles at my lack of speech and pulls me into his arms again, my back to his chest so that we’re spooning. We lay there for a long time, my mind racing. I’m mentally berating myself for letting things go this far with Victor. A week ago, I was trying to cut him out of my life as quickly as possible, now I’ve slept in his bed and he’s given me a mind blowing orgasm. I keep thinking about how sweet he was though, constantly stopping to make sure that I was okay with what was happening. I make a decision to not beat myself up about it.
“You okay?” he prompts.
“Yes, I’m good.”
“You wanna get out of here? I can take you home, you can get a change of clothes, then we can get some breakfast and see where the day takes us.”
“Sounds good.”
“Okay. I’m just gonna take a quick shower, then we can leave.” I nod and he hugs me tighter to him. “I’ll be back,” he says, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. I slip back into my clothes from last night, pull a compact mirror from my purse and straighten out my hair.
I check my phone and see that I have three missed calls from Dad, Gavin and Jordan all from last night. I make a mental note to call them back today. I also have a text message from Jordan from this morning.
What the hell? You never called me back last night. Meet me for breakfast at Laura’s?
I respond.
Sorry. I spent the night with Victor… I’ll call you later.
WHAT??!!! OMG Elle!! I want all the details ASAP. Are you with him now?
Yes…
Bring him to breakfast!
Ugh. I don’t think I’m ready for all that.
Please!!!! I wanna meet the hottie.
“Everything okay?” Victor says, strolling out of the bathroom on bare feet. His hair is wet from his shower, making him look sexier than normal and that’s saying a lot. His