Free Translation of Love by Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page B

his wrists and push them up, indicating that it’s okay for him to remove the shirt. He takes it off and tosses it on the floor. He’s kissing me again, his hand moving back down giving his attention to the neglected breast. His lips move down, leaving a trail of kisses on my jaw, neck and finally down to my breast. He kisses one gently, swirls his tongue around the sensitive nipple and then sucks. I moan again at the sensations. Sensations that I’ve never experienced before, not like this. He finishes his assault on my nipples, bringing his lips back up to my mouth and then he kisses me again briefly.
    Victor’s looking at me again, his eyes full of desire. “Do you want me to stop?”
    My brain wants to say yes but my traitorous body is screaming no. “No,” I say, barely audible.
    “I promise you, no sex, okay? Not yet, I know you’re not ready,” he says, kissing my forehead.
    Can he really be this good of a guy? I feel the butterflies start to flutter and my chest tightens. “Okay,” I reply, closing my eyes as he kisses me again. His hand presses down on my stomach, then starts to descend slowly until he reaches my panties. He keeps moving until he’s cupping me, that one piece of clothing is the only barrier between us. He strokes me gently, leaving me breathless in the process. “You still with me?” Victor whispers in my ear, licking the outer lobe.
    “Yes,” I say, half moaning. My eyes flutter open. His eyes are on me, searching for a sign of indecision on my part. I feel that nagging tightening of my chest again. His lips are back on mine and in the same moment, his hand slips inside my panties. His fingers open up the sensitive folds of my most private area. His fingers start a gentle exploration, the sensations causing my heart to beat frantically.
    “Fuck. Jesus Christ, Baby, you’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear.
    I can feel my whole body start to flush. I’m embarrassed by my reaction to him so I hide my face in the crook of his neck.
    “Hey,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Look at me, Love.”
    I take a deep breath and move my face so that we’re eye to eye.
    “Don’t ever be embarrassed, okay? I love that you’re wet for me.”
    I nod my response, unable to speak. He nuzzles his nose to mine then kisses the tip. Moving his lips to mine again, he resumes his assault on my mouth. His fingers start to rub my already swollen clit in a delicious pattern. I gasp at his touch. “Oh my God,” is all I can mutter.
    Victor breaks the kiss, my eyes are closed but I can still feel his eyes on mine. “Open your eyes, Love.” It takes me a minute but I do as he asks. “Jesus, Baby, you’re so beautiful.” His words heighten my pleasure, my moans are getting more frequent. He positions his thumb over my clit, resuming the relentless stroking as he slips a finger inside of me. I gasp with a mixture of shock and pleasure. My back arches up, and my hips start to move, meeting his thrusts, he slips another finger inside and picks up the rhythm slightly. My legs start to tighten and tremble. “That’s it, Baby. I can feel how close you are. Come for me, don’t be scared.” His words send me over the edge, my hips bucking upward. “Oh God, Victor,” I scream, clutching onto his shoulders. His touch is relentless, I’m falling with no end in sight. It’s both exquisite and torturous. My climax seems to go on forever, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip through my screams of pleasure. He gives me one last kiss as my orgasm subsides, leaving me out of breath and delirious.
    “I’ve been dying to do that to you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he says, stroking my cheek.
    “Mmmm.”
    He chuckles at my lack of speech and pulls me into his arms again, my back to his chest so that we’re spooning. We lay there for a long time, my mind racing. I’m mentally berating myself for letting things go this far with Victor. A week ago, I was trying to cut him out of my life as