“I’m going to come.”
He seems lost in lust, as delighted as I am. My hand speeds up inside my panties, and he stops for a moment.
Without warning, he tears the lingerie in two.
“You’re going to deplete my panty stock.”
He smiles. “I’ll replace them. I want to watch while you pleasure yourself.”
One hand plays with my breasts, and the other pulls me closer by my butt. He places my finger on my pleasure spotand licks my sex like someone famished, alternating between sucking and tongue inside me.
“My God!”
“Like that, Olívia. Come for me.”
After the command, I have no choice but to obey him and surrender without any shame. I massage my clit faster and faster, very close to climax, and when he nibbles me lightly, I spill onto his tongue.
“I want this every day,” I plead, not quite sure what I’m asking for.
His mouth doesn’t stop until the last spasm leaves my body.
“Will you . . . let me play too?” I ask, fighting against the lethargy that’s starting to take over.
He says nothing, and that finally brings me back. When I look at him, I can see doubt on his face, and I feel embarrassed.
“Don’t you want to? I can learn.”
No, Olívia. Wrong sentence. Say something sexy.
He looks serious and seems to be restraining himself. I don’t understand why. I mean, wouldn’t it be the natural next step? One pleasuring the other?
“There’s nothing I want more.” Despite the words, his gaze still shows hesitation.
Before I can unravel the mystery, however, we hear a crying sound on the baby monitor.
He gets up, adjusts my nightgown, and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. “I need to check on her.”
He doesn’t ask me to come along, and after a moment, I go up to the room he assigned me when I arrived. I’d like to go see Nina, but I feel unsure. I don’t know if it would be an invasion of privacy.
I lie down on the bed and look at the ceiling, trying to calm the pounding of my heart.
Any embarrassment I felt on the morning of the first day I slept here has been multiplied.
Guillermo didn’t seek me out for the rest of the night, so after taking a shower, I dressed and was ready to thank him for his hospitality and leave his house as soon as possible, when he knocked on the door of my room with Nina in his arms.
I freeze, observing the two of them. Without my planning it, father and daughter are quickly taking up space in my heart, and I don’t want to imagine either of them as mine. Bringing fantasies into the real world can be dangerous.
“Good morning,” I say awkwardly, focusing only on Nina.
He, however, doesn’t seem willing to let me realign my mind, and approaching, surprises me by kissing my lips. “Good morning.”
“How is she?” I disguise my surprise.
“Better. Several nights have been like this.”
Not for the first time, I think he’s a wonderful father. “They’re about to emerge, love. Just hold on a little longer,” I say to Valentina to camouflage the emotion of the intimate scene.
“Were you going somewhere?”
