Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,48
breathe through the hint of panic that takes hold of me. As scary as the thought of being in a real relationship with him is, I know that it’s what I want. His lips are on mine again, teasing me with his tongue as he eases inside of me little by little, making me gasp. “Baby,” I cry.
“Fuck, Ellie, you’re so tight,” he says, bringing his forehead to rest on mine. He settles himself inside of me and holds still, letting me get used to the size of him. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “I’m okay,” I whisper, bringing my hands to grip Victor’s shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist, giving him better access. Slowly, he begins to move and I’m blown away at the feel of him inside of me. This is like experiencing heaven from the inside and I cry out in pleasure as he increases his pace. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, needing him to feel him everywhere, needing the connection. I inhale his familiar scent, it’s part of the whole package that’s driving me wild. I start to move my hips to meet his thrusts, begging him to increase the pace as the warmth starts to fill me again. I break our kiss. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” I cry. He swirls his hips in response, making me nearly lose control.
“Come for me, Ellie,” Victor says, thrusting into me again, a little harder each time. My hands graze his back and I dig my nails into his flesh, crying out as he sends me over the edge, a violent orgasm taking hold of me. I never knew that it could feel like this. I’m overwhelmed by the jolts of electricity coursing like a million tiny fireworks lighting me from the inside. I cling to him as the feelings begin to subside, enjoying the moment as he continues moving inside of me.
“Fuck, Baby,” he says, with one final thrust, spilling into me and then collapsing, giving me most of his weight. “Holy shit. That was amazing,” he whispers, lifting his head to place a gentle kiss on my lips. “Are you okay?”
I smile and nod my response. Victor lifts himself up a bit, pulling out of me. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, not wanting to lose his warmth. “Don’t go.” I place a kiss on his lips, it’s my way of making sure it wasn’t a dream, that he’s actually here with me and that we’ve taken this huge step together.
We stay connected like this for a long time with him snuggling his face into the crook of my neck and me running my fingers up and down his back. It’s a moment that I’m trying to burn into my mind, so that I’ll never forget how I felt tonight. How this one man had the power to make me feel, beautiful, special, and loved all at once. This night is as close to perfection as I’ve ever come, so I commit it to memory and pray that I have the chance to make many more like it. I’m sated, spent, unable to move or speak, just wanting to keep Victor close by. My eyes get heavier with each passing minute, the exhaustion taking over me. Eventually, Victor lifts himself off of me and pulls the covers up over us. He turns me so that we’re facing each other, our limbs entwined. He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Sleep, Baby, I’m right here.” I melt into his arms, letting sleep consume me little by little as I float on a beam of moonlight.
The sound of rain, tapping against windows wakes me from my peaceful slumber. My eyes flutter open and I’m confronted with a wall of chest in my line of vision. Strong arms are wrapped around me, a strong leg pinning mine down. The sound of soft breathing mingling with the tapping of the rain is all I can hear. Victor’s body cocooning me in, giving me warmth and protection brings a smile to my face.
Did last night really happen? Victor and I really made love, permanently and magnificently ending my vow of celibacy. The memories of last night’s activities play on an endless loop in my mind. I should be mad at myself for giving in, for letting him have that piece of me and for letting myself indulge in all that he has to offer after being strong for so long. I should