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e awake embraced to the other. My head lies over his chest and my arm embraces it as well, while his arm stands below me, holding me by my shoulder. I don’t even want to open my eyes. If I keep them closed I might make this night to last forever but, Jorge starts to touch my hair, something that I love and, I can’t stop to let a smile slips through the corner of my lips.

“Good morning” I listen to him whisper next to me.

Little by little I open one eye and; noticing that I am with Jorge in the same bed, here in Paris, after making love the whole night, makes me feel so overhelmed of hapiness that it hurts.

“Good morning” I babble and cuddle deeper between his arms.

It seems to be pleasure to him. He kisses my head and continues touching my hair.

“You have to call to reception to cancel the other room reservation. Oh! And London reservation as well” I say without moving myself far from his arms.

“Are you sure?” I feel some joy at his voice.

“Aham...”

I remain slacking off hugged at him.

“Have you slept well?” he asks.

“The question would be, have we slept a little?”

Jorge smiles. He smiles in a delicious manner, unworried, like if between us, there were nothing else but here and now.

“A little I think” I raised my head to kiss him while he keeps talking “just enough...” he says kissing me “...to charge batteries...”

He kisses me again before taking me back at his arms.

“At this hour?” I ask being rethoric, giving back every kiss he gives me.

The tip of his tonge runs along my neck until reaching my ear lobe, which he holds with his teeth.

“I have to recover the missing time” he says while he runs down through my neckline with his mouth ajar. My stiffened nipples receive the touch of his lips. I see him smile when he realizes how little he has to effort to turn me on. Or better, there’s nothing he has to do to turn me on. I pass my fingers through his hair, I wanted to do that since years ago, and he raises his sight as fast as I did that.

“I like that” he confesses looking down again and continuing with the kissing path below my belly bottom.

I hold his hair strongly when I feel his tonge touching me down. I can’t lose these pictures that I considered impossible until previous days. I raise a little my head and I almost finish just because watching him. I need to have him inside of me again, like last night.

“Jorge...” I whisper to have him kissing my mouth again and placing in the position that I need right now.

He raises his sight and smiles, understanding what I try to say. He comes up slowly, slightly rubbing his body against mine until reaching my lips.

“You taste so good...” he says tasting me, holding my lips between his lips for few seconds and playing with his tonge inside of my mouth once more.

He still caresses me with his hands and his entire body. He has one hand in my cheek and he rubs it with his thumb. He kisses me; he separates a moment to look at me and kisses me again, almost making sure that I am here with him. I am still touching his silky hair. I pass one of my hands through his back trying to tickle him in order to slouch towards me. I notice his excitatement over my body and I feel I need him closer, although it seems almost impossible.

He moves his hand to the nightstand to grab a preservative. He rips the envelope and, staying next to me, I listen to him placing it. He doesn’t make me wait longer. While he sticks his green glance at my eyes, he gets inside so slowly that I think I’ll become crazy. Listen at him howl while he makes that movement indicates me how much all this turns him on as well. He moves inside of me while he stares at me, trying to watch any gesture I can perform in this moment.

It is absolutely sensual to see Jorge’s mouth ajar just before kissing me again. His lips are red and wet, his cheeks blushed as well and there is a glow at his eyes I never saw before.

I don’t know how he managed to finish at the same time I do. This is a completely new sense, it has never happened to me before. Feeling his orgasm inside of me at the same time I am feeling mine makes pleasure more intense. In this moment he whispers at my ear you are beautiful and I howl stronger. I trapped his lips with my lips, kissing him deeply leaving him no choice other than returning the kiss with the same intensity while our bodies calm down little by little.

I need to grab some air so I led him stay apart of my mouth. I see his sidelong smile and I bite my lips tasting them.

“It means you want more?” he asks while he is still inside of me, starting to move again.

“But, how can you...?” I ask uncertain of his capable to go on.

He laughs a bit and kisses my forehead, starting all over again.

“Because of you” and that deep voice I never heard before tonight manages to turn me on once more.

We had to ask for room service to have breakfast late in the morning. I love French pastry and today I am starving more than usual. I am distracted looking through the window which is placed next to the breakfast table. I am still delighted about the landscape of the great iron lady, the way people call it here, which witnesses us kissing for the first time.

“What would you like to do today?” he asks while I finish one of the croissants that we were brought, recently prepared. They are hot yet.

When I listen to the question, I watch him sleeper making him laugh, warning the word game.

“And besides that, you feel like doing something else, mademoiselle?”

I shrugh my shoulders smiling. The truth is that right now I can’t think in something better than making love for days, after days, after days...

“What about going down to te skating board of the yard later?”

“Sounds perfect” I answer getting close to him and giving him a breaf kiss “but there is still time, right?”

Jorge smiles staying close to me.

“Yes...”

“Then let’s keep going with our morning...” 

I straddle over him while I keep kissing him, more passionate every time.

And the insatiable kissing time starts again.

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“Won’t you stay on your feet not for a minute?”

Jorge doesn’t stop making stunts while my ego drags over the ice of the skating board after every time I fall. Luckily me there is no one else right now, otherwise, my humiliation would be even greater.

“Very funny...” I mumbled from the floor, rubbing my leg which has impacted against the floor. At least it doesn’t hurt, I am so frozen that I don’t feel anything at all when I fall.

“What?” he comes close to me and he raises me in a strike, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me to him “Am I funny or serious? What do you decide?”

“Right now, unbearable” I stopped grabbing him and turned my eyes in an angry mood.

“Say that again and I’ll break you free to let you fall again!”

I can tell he is having fun. He moves me softly at the rhythm of the Christmas carols which we can hear through the megaphones of the hotel. I look like the adult and he looks like the child.

“Come, look. I will teach you, ok?” he says holding by my hands, he is insane.

“Jorge, stop it, I have always been very dumb for this stuffs...”

“We won’t leave until you skate one time around the whole skating board.”

A serious tone comes out from his voice

“Uf...”

Jorge ignores my snoring and places one of his arms around my waist, moving his feet skillfully.

“Look, you see? One... the other... one... the other...”

I try to imitate him but I stumble.

“You almost get it, he?”

“What a liar you are...” 

“Am I also a liar? Hey, so much insult so often can not be allowed –He spins gracefully to stand in front of me again and hugs me by my waist. He stares at my eyes-. I will have to do something about it.”

“If you do anything to me here,you will have todo it in the floor because I will fall again at any moment so, I don’t advice you to...” without telling me, he raised me to the air and spins over himself holding me high “Jorge! What do you do!”

“Can you see it doesn’t need to be over the floor?” he says putting me down.

I see him enjoying this like a child, in this moment he even seems younger than me.

“But, where did you learn to skate on ice this way?”

“In Viena, when I was working there, years ago.”

“It was there were you learn to dance the Ländler?” and I think my voice sounded excitated for remembering our dance the previous week.

Jorge notices my expression and he limitates to nod with his head and kisses the tip of my nose.

“Then you also speak German?”

“Ein bisschen...” he pronounces in a perfect german.

“How many languages do you speak?”

“Is this a work interview?” he says giving me a fast kiss.

“It’s just that you are incredible...” I confess.

And he loves it, looks like those words coming out of my mouth pleasant him according to the way he smiled after he heard them.

“It is not a big deal, Laura. I like to learn, just that.”

I can tell he is been honest. It is like if he doesn’t overvaluate everything he knows. Smart, scholar, handsome, funny, modest... this man has the whole package.

“You enchant me, Jorge.”

I don’t know how to explain everything I am thinking in this moment and that expression is not very original, I know. He limitates to smile, understanding what I try to say.

“Then I’ll get the job?”

“Of course, indefinitely but, with no vacations...”

“Not a single day?”

“No, you always with me.”

His gesture shows surprise after my request, but he smiles. He smiles in a sincere manner and his eyes are fulfilled with some kind of hope about what we just started these days. The same hope which becomes tangible in front of my eyes for the first time.

“Very well, me always with you...” he answers as in a promess, kissing me with tender.

We kept in the middle of the skating board, smiling as two teenagers overloaded with hormons more than cold.

“I have a surprise for night” he says.

I laugh, thinking about last night.

“No, that will come after...” he stands kissing me again “We will go to another place before.”

“Where?”

Jorge denies with his head, smiley and, leads me out of the skating board. We finally took the ice skates out to wear the regular comfortable shoes we always use. He helps me take them off and putting on my shoes again.

“Uf, I really missed this Converse...” I say giving some nice steps without those blades below.

“I’m glad you like them. It looks good on you” he says from below, while he is still pulling his skates off.

“Jorge, it’s just shoes. It looks good at everybody.”

He stands after wearing his shoes again and he hugs me, kissing me.

“No, everything looks better on you.”

I am speechless, I mean it. How didn’t I notice before the way he really is?

“Now, tell me where we are going?”

“To a place, you will see. I made the reservation in Spain. I am sure you are going to like it. I heard you talking to your parents about that place short time ago.”

I start looking in my mind but, I can’t figure it out.

“Stop thinking or you will ruin the surprise!”

“But, have I been there?”

“I won’t tell you anything else...”

“Please... tell me something...” I try to convince him with a caramel voice, approaching at his lips and leaving small kisses on them.

Jorge denies with his head once more, making a little denial sound and I couldn’t take him out of there.

He loves very much making me suffer...

We stopped in Blanche’s metro station. This station sounds familiar to me, I know this is about Montmartre but, I haven’t visit Paris as many times as I visited London to be sure why it sounds familiar.

And when we leave the station, there it is. The Moulin Rouge. I look at Jorge astonished. It can’t be... after his face I’m sure this is the surprise.

“Are you kidding me...”

“No, I am not.”

“Are we going to see the Moulin Rouge show? Are you serious?”

“Not exactly. We will dinner first in the Moulin Rouge and then, we will see the show. I know that time you came it was a business travel and you couldn’t even stay to watch the entire performance, so...”

The fact I remember every detail of the conversations a have heard from Jorge along this thirteen years, sounds normal to me. I don’t mean it is normal, ok but, it seems normal to me. Realizing that he remembers about me the same way is a different thing, considering that the conversation with my parents about the Moulin Rouge happened almost thirteen years ago and Jorge only listened at the end of it as he was just walking by.

“Jorge... Are you millionaire and you haven’t told me, right?”

“Your parents pay me well” he says smiling and he winks at me, leading our steps to the sidewalk in front in which our dinner will begin few minutes later.

There, we finished drinking the third bottle of champaigne of the day so; we needed a long trip after we went out to recover balance.

I was still dreamy remembering the performances, the colours, the musicals, the juggling, humor performances... I loved it; I would visit it every week.

We took a rid along Montmartre. At this time everything is quieter than during the day but, there are still turists shoping at the sex-shops in the boulevard, getting in and out from caffes and visiting Sacré-Coeur hill. We drank a hot chocolate in Des 2 Moulins Café, the same caffe in which Amélie was working in the movie. And then inevitably, I feel like looking after Mr. Collignon’s grocery store. 

Last, we climbed the Sacré-Coeur hill to see below our feet the entire Paris by night. Landscapes from all those penthouses in first line lead you to lose the sense of time and keep admiring the view the whole night.

Jorge is hugging me from behind me. I don’t feel any cold this way. How could I while staying between his arms?

“I have always wished to live in an attic in Paris” I admit.

“You are very bohemian... But one of those from the twenties in which writers only had a matres over the floor and something else?”

“It would be ok to me as long as it was an attic in Paris. In fact, I chose one since years ago. Is that over there, the one which seems a loft with those very big windows.”

Jorge follows my finger direction to see the attic I am pointing.

“Do you rather the attic instead the hotel?”

“Don’t you offend, but...”

Far from taking it wrong, Jorge kisses me in my head.

“You surprise me.”

“Why?”

“You are so humble, so tender, so intelligent, so... so you...”

“Couldn’t you notice that years ago?” I claim at him, turning back to kiss him face to face.

“I did, I sware but, I chose the easy path instead of looking after you. And you can’t imagine how much I regret.”

“You should!”

He smiles sidelong, that smile which I love to see in his lips so much. He looks at my hair while he caresses it softly.

“I hope I can fix that from now on. I have the intention of not staying apart from you ever again.”

“Never?” I ask amazed after such strong sentence.

“Never again in my life, Laura. No matter what happens. Promise me you will stay with me forever.”

He hugs me strongly in that moment, giving more strength to the request. I support at his chest, submerging completely in that hug and I hear how his heart beat calms down little by little.

“I promise” I say with no doubt not even for a second.