Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,79
I feel him at my entrance, I’m more than ready for him. “Stick that pretty little ass out for me, Babe.” Victor’s never spoken to me like this before but holy shit I’m loving it right now. I do what he asks and as soon as I do, he impales me, hitting all of the right places. I cry out at the feel of him as he starts thrusting. “Shhh. We have to be quiet, Love,” he says, never letting up or slowing down. I try to control my urge to scream from the delicious sensations that are taking over me. His hands start to roam underneath my dress, finding my breasts. He pulls the cups of my bra down so that my breasts are exposed and he starts rolling and gently tugging at my nipples between his fingers. I throw my head back and try my hardest not to make any sounds.
After a few moments, he releases my breasts and brings his hands down to my hips. “Oh, fuck, Baby, I need you to come,” he says, gripping my hips tighter, pulling me into him. I bite my bottom lip in order to keep from screaming as the powerful orgasm rips me apart. My knees start to buckle and I’m afraid I’ll fall to the ground. Victor instinctively wraps his arm around my waist, holding me upright as he comes, grunting against my shoulder trying to minimize the sound.
“Shit, Baby, that was hot,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I think so,” I reply, coming down from the rollercoaster. He turns me around so that we’re face to face. He bends down, picking up my torn panties from the floor and using them to clean me up.
He grins up at me. “I think I owe you a new pair of underwear, Babe.”
“You think?”
He nods. “In the meantime, you’re gonna have to go commando.”
“I’ll manage,” I say, biting back a smile.
He tucks the tattered underwear in his back pocket and readjusts his pants. Once we’re both presentable, we make our way downstairs and find Caroline on the phone in the kitchen. She hangs up as soon as she sees us and smiles. “So, what do you guys think?”
“We love it. Draw up the paperwork, we’ll go in a million under the asking price, but let them know it’s a cash sale. That should sway them.” I love how in control Victor sounds as he makes his demands. Caroline looks like she’s just seen God, not to mention a fat commission check. We leave the house and I wait in the car while Victor finalizes some things with Caroline. When he finally joins me in the car, he looks uncomfortable and I’m wondering what has happened.
I look at him questioningly. “What’s wrong?”
“I just got a call from my mom.”
“Oh boy, what now?” I ask, scared to hear the answer.
He shrugs his shoulders like he’s dumbfounded. “She says that she wants to have lunch with you. She wants to apologize for jumping to conclusions about you. She said that you two got off on the wrong foot and she would like to spend some time with you.”
I don’t know if I’m buying this repentant act of hers, the woman is a beast, she’s proven it time and time again. “Well, that’s a complete about face.”
He lets out a sigh. “You do not have to go, Love. I want you to be comfortable and if the idea makes you uncomfortable, then you shouldn’t go.”
“Well, if she’s asking, I probably should go. I mean, what if she really is trying to bury the hatchet. I probably shouldn’t piss her off.”
“Alright, but if it gets out of hand or you feel uncomfortable, you call me and I’ll come get you. I’ll have Rob drive you to the restaurant so you don’t have to ride with her.”
“What are you gonna do while I’m gone?”
“I think I’ll just take a nap and wait for you to get back.”
I nod, and then turn my head to look out the window. My instincts are telling me that I shouldn’t trust what she told Victor but what am I supposed to do, she’s his mom and if I plan to be in his life, I have to at least try to get along with her. It would just make it so much easier for everyone involved if we could co-exist.
By the time we get back to the hotel, it’s just about time for me to leave to meet