Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,26
more my defenses weaken. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. He pulls his lips away from mine, places a kiss on my cheek, my nose, my forehead. “Good night, Ellie,” he says softly.
“Good night, Victor.” I rest my head on his chest, liking the feel of being wrapped in his arms. I start to doze off again, having one last thought before I do. “I think I’m in trouble.”
My eyes flutter open, struggling to gain focus. As they do, they’re met by a wall of hard chest. I’m startled for a moment until I remember the events of last night. I’m with Victor, still wrapped in his arms. I start to relax back into his embrace. He senses that I’m awake and tightens his hold on me. “Good morning, Love,” he says, placing a kiss on my hair.
“Good morning.”
“Did you sleep okay?”
“I did.”
“I like waking up with you here in my arms,” he says with a lazy smile.
“Yeah, it’s not so bad,” I say. It’s actually amazing. I can’t help but to stare at Victor’s beautiful face. I can still smell hints of his cologne lingering from last night. It’s like an aphrodisiac making me bolder. I move my hand from his chest up to his face, stroking his cheek, then I kiss him. This is the second time I’ve initiated a kiss with him. I’m surprised at the lack of control I have when I’m with him. He takes my kiss as an invitation and repositions us so that I’m on my back, half of his body resting on top of me. He slips his hands underneath my shirt and starts to roam. He hesitates, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily.
“Is this okay? I wanna touch you but I’ll stop if it’s too much.”
Why do I keep fighting this? It’s clear that I want him. I love his touch on my skin. I know the promise that I made to myself two years ago but right now, I want nothing more than his hands all over me. I nod my response and lift my head till our lips meet again. His right hand lightly grabs a fist full of my hair while his left hand, still under my shirt, makes its way to my bare breast. At the feel of him there, I let out a moan of pleasure.
He feeds off of the sounds I’m making, deepening the kiss. His fingers start to knead my now taut nipple, sending me into a frenzy of emotion. Holy shit that feels amazing. I tighten my hold on him, one hand fisting his hair, the other pushing down on his ass. I gasp at the feel of his erection on my leg.
Victor releases my breast, and moves a hand down to the hem of my t-shirt. He starts to lift it up, but stops abruptly. “Can I take this off? Is this too much? I can stop, Babe.”
The look in his eyes penetrates me somewhere deep, melting away my defenses, making me braver. I grab his wrists and push them up, indicating that it’s okay for him to remove the shirt. He takes it off and tosses it on the floor. He’s kissing me again, his hand moving back down giving his attention to the neglected breast. His lips move down, leaving a trail of kisses on my jaw, neck and finally down to my breast. He kisses one gently, swirls his tongue around the sensitive nipple and then sucks. I moan again at the sensations. Sensations that I’ve never experienced before, not like this. He finishes his assault on my nipples, bringing his lips back up to my mouth and then he kisses me again briefly.
Victor’s looking at me again, his eyes full of desire. “Do you want me to stop?”
My brain wants to say yes but my traitorous body is screaming no. “No,” I say, barely audible.
“I promise you, no sex, okay? Not yet, I know you’re not ready,” he says, kissing my forehead.
Can he really be this good of a guy? I feel the butterflies start to flutter and my chest tightens. “Okay,” I reply, closing my eyes as he kisses me again. His hand presses down on my stomach, then starts to descend slowly until he reaches my panties. He keeps moving until he’s cupping me, that one piece of clothing is the only barrier between us. He strokes me gently, leaving me breathless in the process. “You still with me?” Victor whispers