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wake up with one kiss from Jorge, the best possible way to wake up. It seems he already ordered our breakfast and, he has brought it to me to bed.
“You are spoiling me. I’ll see how you manage to get over yourself when we get back to Salamanca...”
Jorge sits next to me on the bed unconcerned as if we were having this treatment our whole life and, he grabs his cup of coffee.
“Do not talk about coming back, please.”
“But we only have three more days on vacations...”
“Well, but we will arrive on weekend and you are still on vacations until Monday so, we can make this a little longer.”
“Ok but, what will happen on Monday? And my parents? And Claudia and Noelia?”
We suddenly realized we are getting overloaded just to think about it. He sits straight and leaves the cup of coffee over the night table, looking at me very serious after that.
“We will do this step by step, we do not need to hurry. Do you want to say some of this to anyone?”
“We better don’t tell my parents yet...”
He grabs his coffee again and sips a little before continue talking.
“Yes, I think that as well” he speaks while he mixes his coffee with a spoon “Besides, I am still in the beginning of my divorce and Claudia can create a problem if she finds out you are the woman I was seen the other day in the cinema. And your parents... well, I rather they find out at least when Claudia was not near.”
“Better, yes. But, how will we do this? Salamanca is not London neither Paris, someone can see us again even catch us not only in the entrance of the movies and, I am not very attached to be hiding...”
“We do not need to hide, Lau. We can see each other; meet somewhere... As much as we want to. But pretending there is nothing else; we have to be careful in the way we behave in front of people.”
“And... How long does it take to finish the divorce?” I ask some disturbed.
He smiles at me to calm me down.
“I am a lawyer; I guarantee it will be as short as I can. Claudia is going to ask for money and that’s it. Althought, if she finds out about us, she will try to complicate everything. Claudia is like that...”
“I figured” I say bitting a toast.
“Do not worry. I can keep helping you with your job; that is helpful to meet us very often. Because, what will you do without my priceless help?”
I laugh and punch him with my elbow. I care those gray sideburns which hypnotize me all the time. Jorge appears to have the same age I have except for some gray hair and few tiny wrinkles on his eyes. I love how the shape of his cheekbones stands out although, when he lets his beard grow for few days like now, it stands out the less. And by the way, how handsome he looks with his beard, I had never seen him this way.
He smiles with the touch of my fingers over his face and pulls my chin with his hand to give me a sweet kiss. I don’t want to think anymore about the situation, I only want to enjoy Jorge’s company as much as I can.
Libraries of Rive Gauche are my ruin. Even when I know so little about speaking French, I have bought three books already. While I am still lost between books and old postcards from Paris, Jorge is still calling at the hotel in London to confirm our arrival time. He keeps talking when I see he stares at one book from Boris Vian, L’Ecume des jeurs, and he remarkably opens his eyes. He liked it, I’m sure. I remember years ago I heard him myself saying he liked Vian. Wasn’t The mousse of the days his favorite book? I can’t resist it and when he turned, I bought it.
“And this?” he asks me when I show him the little bag with the book and I offer it to him. He shakes it like if it was a Christmas gift and smiles with no choice.
We are sitting at the border of the Siene eating sandwiches. We are in the middle of December and we can see couples here and there walking around, sitting or hugging. And of course, we couldn’t do less so we improvised a picnic.
I shrung my shoulders and smile.
“To you.”
When he takes the book out of the bag, he watches me surprised, blinking fast and raising his eyebrows.
“I saw you looked at it before. I knew it was your favorite book from Vian and...”
He doesn’t let me finish the sentence when he started kissing me while he thanks me with every new kiss.
“I’m glad you like the gift!” I say some overwhelmed for this exacerbated display of affection coming from the always correct Jorge.
“I love it, I have never received a gift that illusions me so hard” and he kisses me once more but more relaxed this time, tasting my lips with small bites.
He opens the book and starts watching it immediately.
“Why do you like this book that much?” I ask.
“It is special; it is like a tragic but magical story” he says with his eyes on the book. He raises his glance toward me and see the strangeness expression that I have “It is about three couples: one of them is living a perfect love, the second is living an impossible love and the last one is living a carnal love. And as everything finishes in a tragical manner, the house becomes smaller and makes the environment odd, just the way it happens with every relationship when it ends.”
“Wow... you have told me the end already ...”
He watches me with a smile and kisses the tip of my nose.
“You already know that knowing the end of a great book is not very important because you enjoy it anyway. And this is a great book.”
“I’ll have to read it then.”
“I will give you one spanish edition from those I have at home.”
“Perfect, this way I will have it as my hostage to force you to see me.”
“You do not need hostages to accomplish that, I would be every instant of the day with you” he says slowly while he hugs me strongly against him.
We stood for a long time sitting there. Lain down over his chest, he translated few pages of Vian to me. It is not easy to understand in the beginning but I start to see why it is his favorite book.
Starts raining in the mid afternoon, so we decide to go and submerge into more Christmas lights in Lafayette and Printemps. I just fell in love of the themed shop windows of Prada and about the tree in the middle of Lafayette. There is so much glamour inside that I would stay there the entire afternoon but, rain has stopped and we used the chance to give our last ride along the Champs Elysées, in where a beautiful Christmas market is placed. We bought candy apples and we kissed at every gifts shop we crossed. Those represent plenty of kisses.
We have asked to be delivered our dinner to the room. Would you believe me if I say we will leave tomorrow and we still don’t know how the hotel’s restaurant looks like. While we have dinner I ask Jorge to read me some other pages of Vian. A flying cloud, a mouse which interacts with people, a music device which prepares cocktels, some Jean Sol Partre, a water lily inside a lung... suddenly doubts jump over me. More than doubts fear.
“What if after this travel a water lily interferes in all this?”
Jorge closes the book and places it over the night table. He watches me stranged about my question.
“A water lily?”
“Yes, something that makes everything going worst and worst.”
Jorge smiles, holds me between his arms and makes me feel like there is no one more important in the world than me.
“I would do just what the book says: I would try any possible manner to make that water lily disappear.”
“You promise?”
My voice sounds almost like if I’m begging. I think he has even scared some with my reaction. To be honest, I am, as well. Why this suddenly concerns me so bad?
“Of course I will. I promise nothing will happen.”
He is about to kiss me but he stops abruptly.
“What is it?”
“Nothing but, if your father finds out of this, he will cut me in little pieces and I will not be able to do anything in that situation.”
“You are overreacting...”
“No, I do not overreact. Do you remember that boyfriend you had, the one with the tattoos on his back and red stady hair?” he says moving his fingers to explain the hair cut.
“Cesar? Yes, of course. Uf... what a character!”
I laugh after remember him. Times when I felt attracted by bad guys and those things that occur during college days.
“Well, your father invited him to the law firm one day and...”
“What?” and my tone goes high.
“Do not say I told you this, but he had some words with him and I can see those were effective, right?”
“That’s why he acted so funny later!”
“I could not hear what he told him but, the guy left out running. I do not want to imagine what he would do to me...”
“But you are a good influence, he entrusts you” I promise him trying to make him calm.
I believe that even when he is talking casual, deep down he is some scared for my parents to find out this.
“That is the problem. He trusts me because he believes I would never dare to touch a single hair of you.”
“I am already grown up to need my father represents me in front of any guy who approaches me.”
“You are his daughter; that will never change. I do not want to imagine how much I will hate those men who come near Noelia in the future.”
“Right, that is because you are a father...”
Shit! Have I said that aloud? I even sounded a little scared when I said that. According to Jorge’s face, yes, I said that aloud.
And no, it wasn’t good for him at all.
“I mean... you know... this is not that bad... is just that I realized about that...” his face looks worst and worst every time. There’s no way to fix this “...and it is pretty sexy to date the hot daddy of the school...” and I smile, trying to appear as innocent as I can pretend to be.
He smiles at return.
Saved.
“Sexy?” he inquires giving me a slight kiss in the corner of my lips.
“Yes, very sexy.”
“I am very regular; I don’t believe school moms look at me that way.”
“That will be because you don’t pay attention. But better keep distracted!” I almost begged him, quickly, making him laugh.
“Ok, ok, if you ask me to, I will not pay attention if I am watched with desire, I will only notice if you look at me that way, ok?” and he rubs my leg with his hand, coming up slowly.
“Didn’t you ever notice that...”
“It is true” he says smiling “I am very dumb... although I hope not in everything.”
He keeps moving his hand while he starts kissing my neck gently.
“No, you are not dumb at all about the rest of things...”
“Oh, no?” he asks submerging his face on my neck, making me tickles with his beard while kissing me.
Almost with a single move, he takes off my shirt which is the unique clothe I am wearing. I can’t answer, I only laugh after every kiss he spreads over me. When he heard my laugh, he continues tickling me all over my body. I start twisting not being able to stop laughing, I am sure he is enjoying badly making me suffer in this way. And we cross from laughing to kissing starving of our mouths. Jorge moves one of his hands to the middle of my legs and I receive him ready to action. I see he smiles when he feels me so I fight back moving my hand at his crotch, watching at him with luxury after I see he is as excitated as I am. I pull down the pajama pant he is wearing and he helps me taking it away with a movement of his legs, leaving him as expose as I am.
He goes apart to take a condom out of the upper drawer of the nightstand and puts it closer. He turns to look at me smiling.
“Not yet?” I ask impatient.
He denies with his head.
“First, I want to know everything you like me to do to you” he answers with a deep voice.
Those words have passed through my body and made me contour with pleasure.
“Easy, I like everything with you” I answer anxious, trying to convince him to continue our sex session right now.
“Not at all” he warns me, laughing “it is not very easy for you to like everything I will do to you and I want to know it previously.”
I don’t understand very well what his words mean. I stare at him waiting for an explanation but the only thing I received from him was another smile and a pair of eyes watching me with desire as I’ve never been desired before by any other man.
Leaving his hand over my intimate area, he approaches his mouth to my neck, giving small kisses on it. I notice his kisses become gentle bites he gives me with his lips. He stays close to my neck while he talks to me again.
“Very well, I will try this... Let me know if you want me to stop.”
This warning stranges me, scares me and turns me on at equal parts. Then, I feel Jorge’s teeth pinching the skin of my neck, making it with more intensity every time until I pull my neck apart when it turned too much to me.
“What are you doing?” I shout upset, placing my hand over my neck and rubbing it.
One thing is a teenager kiss mark and another different thing is nailing his cuspids on my jugular.
“Until there?” he limitates to answer.
I watch him with an angry face not knowing what he is talking about. Just in case, I keep my hand over my neck to prevent the event he turns to be a Nosferatu from twenty first century.
“I told you to tell me when you want me to stop” he remains me with his forehead frown as well and asks again “Until there then or earlier?”
And now I understand. He is measuring how much pain I can tolerate, that’s why he told me to let him know when I want him to stop. I move my hand out of my neck, relaxing the gesture of my face and, now I look at him intrigued. He relaxes his face as well but he is still waiting for an answer.
“Until there... for now.” I answer.
Jorge watches me surprised about the statement and smiles at last.
“Very well, until there for now...”
Now he goes down until my chest, going around one of my nipples with his tongue and drawing concentric circles around it. I am still embarrassed for admitting how much Jorge can excitate me with the touch of his tongue. He is noticing that in this moment with his hand still over my intimate area and because of my stiffened nipple as well. Now, he approaches his mouth and sucks my nipple, grabbing it between his lips almost at the same time. I see how he grabs it with his teeth and I know the intensity will increase and, I don’t understand why but, it turned me on even more. He continues pulling it up with his teeth, which are nailed in me with more intensity every time. A small complain runs out of my mouth although pain is not the reason, however; Jorge stops immediately and looks at me again.
“Don’t, don’t stop” I beg him, grabbing his head and putting it again over my nipple which is eager to be trapped.
He uses his smile to pick it once more between his teeth and keep playing with it, stronger everytime until I can’t hold the pain any longer.
“Stop!” I yell, making him release me “Until there...” I say more calmed.
He nods and moves to my other nipple. If he continues this way I won’t be able to hold any longer. He starts bitting me step by step as he did with my first nipple and he stops in the exact point in which I am about to tell him to stop. He holds my nipple for an instant between his teeth until he feels me beating down there. He releases me and looks at me with a sardonic smile.
“Very well, until here, I understood” he says sufficiently.
“I can’t take it anymore Jorge...”
And I sound desesperate. Yes, desesperate for having sex with him right now, for feeling him inside me again. I am acting like if I am a sex addict or something alike but, everything he is doing to me is just too much to me. My head is boiling in this moment.
“Can’t you take it anymore?” he asks, making me believe he has no idea what I mean.
But his smile betrays him. He picks at the condom and I see him wearing it so calm that I feel like stripping it out and making love right now without it. When he has it perfectly placed, he climbs my body once more, kissing every inch of my body with his lips until reaching my mouth and, he kissed my mouth at the exact same time he penetrates me agonizingly slow. I howl inside of his mouth when I feel him inside of me so deep. He comes back to my nipples, catching each one of them with the exact intensity he now perfectly dominates, leading both of us to a strongue orgasm few minutes later.
He gets apart and lays aside me, taking out the condom, making a tie in it and dropping it to the floor. He grabs me between his arms and as soon as I cuddle over his chest, he starts caring my hair and kisses my head from the position he is in.
I didn’t even notice the moment I fall asleep.