Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,70
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Make love to me,” I say, wanting nothing more than to feel him everywhere. I whimper as he slides inside of me, filling me with love. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Victor makes love to me slowly, savoring every moment, making the most of our precious moments together, solidifying the words that have just been spoken between us. This is what it feels like when two people really share a love. There are no false hopes and promises, no anger or resentment, it’s just pure love. Tonight when I fall asleep, enveloped in Victor’s arms, there is no restlessness, no haunting memories. I’m filled with peace and I know I owe it all to him.
I can feel the warmth of the morning light shining through the window on my cheek. I was awoken by the feeling of light kisses on my forehead, nose, lips, neck. A quiet whimper escapes from my lips, alerting him to the fact that I am no longer asleep. I hear him chuckle as he touches his lips to mine again. “Hola, mi amor,” he whispers. I can’t help but to smile at that. “That’s my girl,” he whispers. “Show me those pretty eyes.” My eyes flutter open as I take the sight of him in. My breath hitches when I look him in the eyes, remembering his words from last night. His eyes turn to liquid, which in turn makes my whole body melt with desire. “Victor.” I move my hands to cup his face, wanting to make sure that he’s real. He grabs my hands and links his fingers through mine as he moves to pin them over my head. He brings his mouth down to my ear and whispers, “Are you mine?” I want to scream out yes, that I am his, more so than I have ever belonged to anyone. I want to tell him that he has penetrated my wall in such a way that I know that I will never be able to repair it. I want to say it but I can’t find my voice because if I don’t verbalize it, then I can still hold on to at least some of my defenses. Instead, I bite my lower lip, look him in the eye and nod my head.
He smiles down at me. “Show me you’re mine, Love.”
“How?” I ask so softly I’m not sure if he hears me.
He brings his head up so that his mouth is now inches away from mine. I swear that he looks right through me in a way that leaves me exposed and vulnerable. It doesn’t need to be verbalized but we both know that he has succeeded in stripping away yet another layer of my defenses. He kisses me gently on the lips, sending a shiver of excitement through me. “Give me what’s mine. Open your legs for me, Babe.” The last piece of self-control I have slips away and I do what I’m told because in that moment there is nothing that I want more than to be his in every way that matters. In whatever way he wants me. He lets out a low growl, releases my hands and grabs my legs to position them around his waist as he slowly slides inside of me, filling me completely and sending little electric currents all over my body. I bring my hands to his shoulders, gripping him as he starts to move slowly. Every thrust, every swirl of his hips is deliberate. He knows exactly what to do to bring me to the brink. I run my hands down his back, grabbing his ass and holding on for dear life.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear, thrusting deeper and making me feel him everywhere.
“I love you too,” I respond, my breathing getting heavier with every passing moment. He trails a string of kisses down my lips, my neck, and finally my breasts. He takes a taut nipple into his mouth and sucks deep, eliciting a moan from my lips. He moves up, kissing me on the mouth again. His hands cup my face and tangle in my hair. I deepen the kiss and run my hands up and down his back. He quickens the pace and my moaning increases with each thrust. The familiar shockwaves take hold of me as an orgasm rips through me. I can feel Victor stiffen his upper body. “Oh Fuck, Baby,” he mutters as he comes inside