Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,38

“I don’t think so,” I say, shaking my head.

“Come on, Baby. In the last few days, I’ve seen it all, and in case you haven’t noticed, I like it all.” I stand still, arms crossed across my chest staring at him as the water runs over his body. The sight of him makes my mouth water. “One of these days, I’m gonna get you to stop being embarrassed around me.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” I say defiantly.

“You’re lying,” he throws back. “Come here.” I can’t move, my feet are rooted to the ground. “Baby, come here.” I take a deep breath and walk to him just outside the open shower door. Victor grabs my hand and pulls me into the shower fully clothed.

I let out a squeal of shock. “Are you crazy?” I cry, the water rushing over me as he puts his hands on my hips.

“No,” he says, dipping his head, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’m just trying to help you out.” His heated stare is melting through me. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he swiftly lifts it over my head, dropping it on the shower floor. As if on cue, his lips drop down and begin a slow assault on my breasts. A moan escapes from my lips caused by the currents of pleasure coursing through my body. The pleasure is intensified as his fingers find the waistband of my boy shorts and tug them down until they’re gone. “Next time we do this, maybe you’ll be brave enough to strip yourself.” It’s barely a whisper but it’s enough to make the butterflies take flight in my stomach. He nuzzles his nose against mine. “Should we continue our explorations, Baby?”

My heart flutters and I’m lost again, his to do with whatever he wants.

Victor turns me around so that my back is to his front. He wraps his left arm around my waist and kisses his way down from the back of my neck to the gentle curve of my ass. His finger enters me and just as quickly it’s gone, the motion leaving me breathless. He stands again tightening his hold around my waist, bringing his free hand to continue his assault on my breasts, rolling the sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“Baby,” I call to him as I throw my head back and it lands on his chest.

“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear. “It’s okay.” He kisses the exposed skin of my neck and drops his hand. I close my eyes as his fingers start a circular pattern on my clit. The familiar build up in my stomach makes me panic. I can’t come standing up in a shower. I won’t be able to hold myself up let alone see straight. I can feel my legs start to tremble, I bring my hand down to his wrist and tug. “Victor, no, I can’t like this.”

“Shhh, let go. I’ve got you,” he murmurs against my ear as he increases the pace. My knees buckle as the powerful orgasm takes hold of me, electric shocks surging through my body. Victor tightens his hold on my waist and I know that I’m protected, free to surrender and experience the release he’s giving me. It’s a freedom unlike anything I’ve ever known. It’s a gift that Victor offers to me whenever he’s near me, shattering pieces of my defense every time.

Slowly, I turn around and drape my arms around Victor’s neck, pushing up on my tiptoes. I lean in and give him a kiss. I have no words to tell him how I feel. This seems like the best way to express it. The desire to make him feel as good as he makes me feel, I deepen the kiss and let my hands drop, placing one on his chest and grabbing his hardened member with the other. He groans in my mouth at the unexpected touch, and slowly I start to stroke him. He pulls his lips from mine. “You don’t have to do this, Love. You don’t owe me anything,” he says, cupping the sides of my face.

Feeling a little bolder now, I reply, “I know, but I want to.” I give him another quick kiss on the lips and then drop down to my knees, the water from the showerhead massaging my scalp. “Ellie.”

My eyes move up, taking in his hooded eyes. “Just relax, Baby. I’m gonna make you feel good.” I barely recognize my own voice. The feel of him against my lips as I kiss,