Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,47
go dry. I want to run my hands all over his chest and stomach but I control the urge to move. I watch as he removes his pants and boxers in one swift motion, throwing them on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His nakedness causes the butterflies in my stomach to flutter again. He’s beautiful, in every sense of the word.
I feel the bed depress and suddenly I’m caged in, a smile creeps from my lips as I open my eyes and take in Victor’s eyes on mine. “I’ve wanted you from that first day in the bookstore,” he says, bringing his lips to mine, kissing me, tasting me, making me melt into the bed. I moan at the feel of his hands on me, leaving my skin tingling with every touch. He lifts me up slightly, giving himself just enough room to unhook the clasp of my bra. He grabs the straps and removes it, tossing it on the ever growing pile of discarded clothes on the floor, then presses me back down on the bed. Hooking his fingers into the waist of my panties, he pulls them down as well.
The room is dark, but the lights twinkling in from the city illuminate the room just enough so that I can see Victor clearly. I can make out his milk chocolate eyes, as they turn to liquid. He nuzzles my nose, then kisses the tip beginning a slow torture as he trails down my body, leaving kisses until he finds my breast and slowly begins to lick and suck on my nipple. His right hand comes to rest on my neglected breast and begins a slow roll of the nipple between his fingers. I let out a moan of pleasure and buck my hips. “Shhh. Not yet,” he says, letting me know that there’s no rush tonight.
I run my hands through Victor’s hair as he switches his attention to my other breast, beginning the delicious process all over again. “Please,” I whimper, not exactly sure what I’m begging for. There’s a pressure building up inside of me and I know that he’s the only one who can help me release it.
“I know, Baby, I’ll take care of you.” He licks the area between my breasts and starts a slow trail of kisses, on my chest, down to my belly button. He kisses my hips, places his hands just below my knees and spreads my legs. He pauses, taking all of me in, the sight of him makes me close my eyes. “Fucking beautiful,” he says, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue running up and down my folds.
“Victor,” I murmur, bucking my hips up. He places his hands on my hips, securing me onto the bed and continues his slow licking. “Please,” I cry out again as the sensations become more intense. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, every action is intentional. He begins to pick up the pace, paying special attention to my sensitive clit. My whimpers of pleasures turn into louder moans and I inhale sharply as he slides a finger inside of me.
“Oh God.” I grab onto Victor’s hair again, holding on for dear life as the warmth builds in my stomach, expanding throughout my body and I know I’m close. He knows it too and he picks up the pace yet again, then slides a second finger inside of me, sending me over the edge as I come around his mouth. It’s like an explosion coming over me, pulling me apart in tiny pieces, until it subsides and I throw my head back on the bed, and close my eyes unable to move.
Victor moves so that he’s hovering over me again, kissing my forehead and brushing the hair out of my face. “You okay?” I open my eyes and see him smiling at me, instantly I’m ready for more of him.
“I need you,” I whisper. Giving away a piece of me with that confession.
He nods his head. “You’re mine tonight, do you understand that?”
I close my eyes, arch my back and whisper, “Yes.”
“Look at me, Love.” I open my eyes and I know that he is serious. If I let him make love to me, I’m agreeing to be his. “I will not let you go that easily. I know what I want, and it’s you. If you let me do this, you’re mine. Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes,” I agree and feel Victor positioning himself at my entrance, I