two days we’ll be in Madrid. After Spain, we fly back to the states where we get a week off then we’re off to Miami, Texas, Las Vegas, Los Angeles and will end the tour with two shows in New York at Madison Square Garden. Victor said he wanted to save the best for last. I think a part of him is sad that it’s all coming to an end but he says that he’s certain that this is what he wants. Once the tour finally comes to a close, Victor, Alex and I will be looking at properties in New Jersey that we can convert into a recording studio. They will handle the creative side and I’ll be managing the business aspect. The penthouse in New York was finally sold and Victor is officially moved into my little cottage with me. We’re still trying to decide between expanding it or looking for a new house altogether.
Victor’s mother has been making strides to try and get back in his good graces. She’s apologized to me more times than I care to count and I believe that she truly is sorry. I think that eventually Victor will be ready to move on and accept her apologies, though I’m not exactly sure when that’ll be. I don’t try to sway him either way. It’s his decision to make and I’ll support whatever he decides.
As for our wedding plans, we’ve decided to fly our family and friends down to Miami when the dust from the tour settles, where we’ll get married at our, no wait, MY house, overlooking the bay. As I sit outside in a bathrobe, admiring the view on the balcony of our hotel suite in Spain, I think back over the events of the last several months. I think of how one man helped a broken woman learn how to give and receive love again. It really is a gift I’ll never be able to fully repay but I know that I’ll spend the rest of my life trying. I get up and go inside, where Victor is splayed out on the bed taking a nap. Seeing him lying there, naked from the waist up does something delicious to my insides. I make my way over to the bed, crawl on top and straddle him. Lowering my head, a smile on my mouth, I lick, then kiss his neck. Moving down, I lick and kiss the top of his chest. That’s about as far as I get before I’m on my back, pinned down, hands over my head. I love it when he does that. His eyes turn liquid, making other parts of me turn liquid in return. “You wanna play?” he whispers, gently biting my earlobe.
“I wanna play,” I respond, bucking my hips up.
“You’re overdressed.” He lets go of my wrists and grabs the sash of my robe, opening up and pushing it off my shoulders, leaving me naked. “Much better.” He begins a slow stream of steady kisses starting with my lips and heading south, making stops along the way and paying particular attention to my breasts. Tugging, sucking and licking each one until I’m whimpering from the sensations he’s eliciting. He begins his travels again, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach, on my hips, and finally ending the journey with a kiss just above the most sensitive part of my body. “Are you mine?” he questions, with a gleam in his eyes.
I respond immediately. “Always.” He gives me a wicked grin and spreads my legs with his hands. Within moments, his mouth is on me, ravaging me in the most delicious kind of way. He circles his tongue around my clit, but avoids touching it as long as possible. The sensations drive me crazy. I grab his hair in my hands and gently pull, trying to direct him to the spot where he’s most needed. He chuckles, but takes the hint, finally stroking me there with his tongue causing an intense orgasm to spread through me.
He moves back up until we’re face to face, Victor looking very pleased with himself. “Should we keep playing?”
“I never start a game I can’t finish.” I want to return the favor but before I can so much as move, my hands are pinned over my head again and Victor’s inside of me. I gasp at the feel of him, lost to the sensation. He withdraws, making me moan at the loss of him, and just as quickly he’s back,