“I’m packing because calling was a last-ditch effort, hoping you’d come to your senses, but you clearly won’t. You’re making a tremendous mistake, and the only mistake made was on your part.”
“You’ve made this about you when worrying about a relationship falling apart is the last thing I need right now.”
That makes me wonder if there would have been anything between us if Bastian proved to be supportive. Once more, I wonder if she’s turned to me because she doesn’t have another option for support, since her mother and sister are just as mired in this as she is. That is a hard pill to swallow if that’s the case.
“I won’t have a conversation like this with you again, Bastian. You’ve been an important part of my life for two years. I hope we can get to a point where there’s no hostility, since it’s inevitable we’ll be around each other because of Heidi and Friedrich. I don’t want to make them miserable just because things didn’t work out between us. But for right now, it would be better if we go our separate ways. I need to focus on one crisis at a time. Goodbye.”
“Fine, Anne. Have it your way.”
The call ends, and Liesel tosses her phone behind her. Once again, silence fills the room. I want to give her time to work through her thoughts and feelings. I don’t know what she wants or needs from me, so the best I can offer is slipping my hand under hers and entwining our fingers. It’s the nudge she needed. She inches forward, looking at my lap. I open my arms to her, and she settles against me with a sigh that feels soul-deep. I hate that she needs comforting, but I’m glad she wants it from me. I stroke the hair down her back as she listens to my heartbeat. I can tell it soothes her.
“Jorge, I know parts of that sounded bad. They sounded ungrateful and as though I’m with you merely out of convenience, but that wasn’t the case. This isn’t an ideal time to begin a new relationship. But this is when life presented me with this opportunity, and I’m not willing to let it pass me by. So, some of those things I said weren’t to appease Bastian but were rather half-truths to make a point. This situation showed the weaknesses in my relationship with Bastian. It was already broken. We just didn’t know that. It’s unfortunate it came tolight the way that it did, but it’s better I know that now than not. You could’ve been a woman with the resources to help me, and I wouldn’t have fallen into bed with you. Our attraction already existed before everything exploded. He and I would’ve split up regardless because he just wasn’t the man I needed him to be during all of this. He made his choices, and so have I. Let’s face it, you and I wanted each other before any of this ever happened. Inconvenient? Yes. True? Also yes. Something was brewing between us all along.”
She leans away to look me in the eye and cups my cheek, brushing her thumb over my afternoon scruff. The way she anticipates my thoughts and addresses my worries before they take root surprises me. Surely this proves our connection isn’t superficial.
“His choices right now made it easier for me to recognize he isn’t the right person for me. Maybe you and I would’ve connected. Maybe we wouldn’t have, but I think it’s inevitable this relationship would’ve ended because having any thoughts of being with someone else shows we really weren’t meant to be together. If I could be drawn to you or someone else so easily, then I couldn’t be that truly in love with him. What I’ve felt with you tonight is something I never have before. The ease of being with you was unlike my past. I can’t overlook that has to have been a sign. I’m sorry if this hurts Bastian. That certainly wasn’t my intention, but he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for the pain he’s causing me, so I refuse to allow any guilt to dictate my choices. I wish it could’ve been different, but it isn’t. So, I’m moving forward with us, if that’s what you still want.”
“Of course it is,chiquita. I’ll always want it to be us.”
When we lapse into more quiet, it’s not uncomfortable. Just the opposite. I think we share a sense of peace. The call certainly changed the mood, and I don’t know that she wants to jumpright back into fucking the night away like I’d originally hoped. The exhaustion slams into me harder than it has in a long time.
Now that I’m able to cradle her against me, skin to skin, without worrying about her family or a boyfriend, I’m allowing the enormity of finding a woman I may spend my life with, along with the dire situation with her father, to catch up to me. Near sleepless nights aren’t unusual, but I’m only human. At some point, I always have to catch up. Holding her is the most comforting thing I’ve ever experienced, so I find the need for sleep pulling me under.
“Little one, how are you feeling?”
“Super tired all of a sudden.”
Neither of us suggest postponing sex. Instead, we move together. I slide down until my head is on the pillow. She snuggles next to me; her arm draped over my ribs. My preferred sleeping position is on my side or stomach, but as I doze off, I’ve never been more comfortable than I am now.
Chapter Twenty-One
Liesel
The sun’s peeking around the curtains when my eyes open. Immediately, I know Jorge’s already awake. His thumb’s grazing the back of my shoulder absentmindedly. I tilt my head back and feast my eyes on the most handsome face and hottest body I’ve ever seen. He leans forward and brushes such a soft kiss against my lips that I almost don’t feel it.
“Guten Morgen,chiquita.”
“Guten Morgen, Daddy.”
Our next kiss is so much more potent. It’s the opposite of the one we just shared. This is laden with passion and the unsatisfied need that began last night. He guides me to sit up. I’m ready to straddle him, but he turns me to face away from him as he sits up too. We can see each other in the mirror as I climb on reverse cowgirl.
“Watch us, little one, see what I can see. Look at how gorgeous you are. Not only first thing in the morning, but every moment of every day.”
Oh my god.
I’m mesmerized by the erotic scene playing out before me. My tits bounce with every rise and fall. His right hand grips my hip as his left one kneads my breast. He’s not as deep as he is when I ride him facing the other way. Without stimulation on my clit, I know I won’t come. I think he’s banking on that. This is its own kind of foreplay. It’s winding us up for whatever he decides will come next. I can’t help but be curious about that even though I want to live in the moment and not wish away what we’re doing in anticipation for what will come next.
“Daddy, this is so fucking hot.”
It’s not like I haven’t had sex in this position before, but it’s the first time I’ve watched myself do it. It tempts part of me to be critical of what I’ve always seen as physical flaws. However, it’s nearly like an out-of-body experience. I’m watching a porn of two other people moving in perfect synchronicity that are completely enthralled by what they’re doing.
I’ve watched enough porn over the years to know what’s good and what isn’t, whether it’s amateur or professional production. I’d call this top-notch. If I were a mere spectator, this with a vibrator would definitely get me off. We stare at our reflection, not needing to say anything else. I’m just basking in the physical enjoyment. I want to emblazon this in my memory.
I’m certain he could keep going in this position until he comes, but he realizes that isn’t what I need in order to get off, that I need something more. He lifts me off of him and lays me flat. He scoots back down the bed before licking my entire pussy from my asshole to my clit.
His tongue toys with my clit before thrusting inside me. My moans fill the room, and I can smell the sex. I’m usually not fond of the scent, but this only adds to the entire experience as he laps me over and over again.
I once bought one of those sucking sex toys out of curiosity to see whether it really could replicate a mouth. It was fantasticon my nipples, but only mediocre on my clit. It didn’t always get me off. If that toy manufacturer had designed it based on Jorge’s skills I wouldn’t have lasted more than thirty seconds.
