Chapter 31- It Smells Like Me - mduno
He was waiting for my response, and I smiled at him.
"I have no doubt." He devoured my mouth, kissing incredibly.
"In my bathroom, you have the winner. After breakfast, come up and see if I guessed right."
"In your bathroom?"
He smiled in a way as beautiful as a child caught wishing for something.
"Yes, it will be our bathroom soon."
Our bathroom? Thousands of butterflies filled my stomach.
"Are we serious?" He stopped and shook his head slightly.
"Forgive me, don't think about marriage or any of that stupid stuff, Veronica." The butterflies disappeared in seconds. "Just..."
"Stop right there before you mess it up. I need to get used to your style; what you do with one hand, you destroy with your feet."
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing." I rolled my eyes. "I understand myself."
"Veronica, I will never get married, EVER! I hate kids. Sorry to be so honest, but you'll just be my girlfriend, end of story."
I felt like slapping him twice. I wasn't thinking about marriage yet, maybe in the future, having kids and forming a beautiful family. I don't know if it will be with him, although I can't see myself with anyone else. But still, he shouldn't be so blunt. Besides, he seemed too sure of me.
"You seem very sure that I'll give myself to you." I changed the subject.
"If you don't come to me, I'll take you, Beautiful. I don't play games."
There was our difference. He was figuring out how to get me into bed, and I was projecting us into an eternity together. I didn't want to think about that. For now, just focus on staying as far away from his bed as possible.
"Would you rape me?"
"Never! I'd lock us in a room, and with all the kissing and touching, you'd fall."
How does he make his words connect with my belly? I imagined the situation, and my body shivered. We spent the rest of the morning without any problems.
I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing how good that aqua dress I had bought looked on me. We were waiting for Roland, who promised to pick us up. I heard the cars stopping, and Lorena entered the bedroom.
"Your boyfriend is here!"
My brother was going with her. I know they already had their thing; they look at each other like they want to devour each other all the time. There were knocks on the door, and she opened it. Roland stood there, looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes. My companions left, and he looked very elegant in a black tuxedo. Whatever he wore looked perfect on him; there was no other word to define it.
"You look beautiful, Veronica!"
He kissed me, holding back the ferocity that emerged when he touched my bare back. He turned me around, and I saw his expression in the mirror.
"You'll only dance with your father and your brother."
"And Raul?" I asked.
"With those three, no one else will touch you. If you don't want the bad Roland to come out of this prince's body. Don't even think about dancing with someone else. I don't care what you think; I'll come off as very jealous." I wanted to protest, but in reality, I felt like kissing him. His stance on me was delightful. Without a doubt, I was very stupid. "If you don't like it, too bad for you. You won't dance with other men."
"Can I demand the same from you?"
"You're the only one I've danced with, except for my teachers."
I kissed him again, this time more passionately on my part. He caressed my back with his finger from my neck to the end of the dress, which was the beginning of my hips. That slight touch made me shiver. He slipped his hand through the dress and touched my butt, tracing the outline of my underwear with his finger.
"You are only mine, Love, understand? That underwear is going to drive me crazy."
He whispered his comment in my ear, and I just nodded. I never doubted that.
"I haven't shown you."
"Feeling the lace and how it hugs your delicious ass is enough."
I stayed silent, the heat rising to my cheeks. My friends had taken care of the event. To be honest, they had done an amazing job with the graduation party. The ceremony had gone by with its rigid protocol. My father's hands were almost breaking from clapping so hard when he saw me receive the diploma.
I looked at the three most important men in my life. Lorena and Raul stayed in the hall waiting for the guests. In total, there were more people than I would have liked.
For me, just receiving the diploma and going out to eat at a restaurant would have been enough, but Dad and Santi would never allow that, especially not with the boyfriend I had now. The gathering went smoothly. The music, the food, the hall decorations, the guests, my family, the boyfriend, everything went perfectly. Roland didn't let go of my hand, glaring insistently at poor Carlos. He couldn't hold back and made a comment as we were served the food.
"What's the name of the guy who danced with you at the club?"
"What's going on with him?" I took a bite.
"He hasn't stopped looking at you. Did you have something with him?" I looked at him, disapproving of his comment.
"Do you think I'd be with you if I had something with him?"
"You could have had something or were just trying until I showed up." He cut the chicken in passion fruit sauce and put it in his mouth.
"I didn't think you were so insecure." I never imagined it.
"I'm not." He looked away.
"Why?"
That was the part he hid, his insecurity. Something in his life had marked him, which is why he protected himself with that tough and relentless man wall. However, at times, he let fear slip through. Fear of what?
"Listen to me very well, Roland Sandoval. I’m not interested in anyone other than the man beside me. I had nothing with anyone because no one made my insides twist like you have and continue to do. Is that clear?"
He held back from kissing me in front of everyone, but his gaze was hungry.
"You drive me crazy, Verónica." He wiped his mouth with the napkin.
"That makes two of us, Roland."
I danced with the three men allowed to avoid making my exclusive boyfriend angry, and I granted him that because I wasn't interested in dancing with anyone else. People were enjoying the party. Raúl didn't stop having fun. Occasionally, I saw him looking at Cebolla, who ignored him. Meanwhile, Lorena was looking at Simón, but this time she only had eyes for Santiago. The rest of my colleagues enjoyed themselves, drank, and ate heartily. My shoes were killing me from all the dancing.
"I need to go to the bathroom, love."
He kissed the top of my head, we left the dance floor, and he looked at Simón with their secret signal. I entered the bathroom, and as I approached the sink, Roland followed me, locking the women's bathroom door.
"Don't be scared, it'll take a minute."
With that, he pushed me against the wall, kissing and biting my lip with such passion.
"You drive me crazy with that dress. Ever since I touched your ass... I just want to give you a little bit of your involuntary punishment."
I didn't know what he meant. His hand slid up my dress, he turned me around, then sighed as he saw my buttocks, squeezing and kissing them before turning me back around.
"Roland, not here..."
He was on his knees, with the skill of a man well-versed in sexual matters. He took my leg, put it on his shoulder, moved aside my underwear, and with delicate precision, his tongue traced my sex.
I covered my mouth and face with my hands as he savored my vagina. I felt all my neurons short-circuiting. The sensation transported me to another world. It was the first time that... Heavens! What a delight. I was about to scream from the display of his tongue's play. My skin tingled, I felt increasingly wet, and I began to moan, feeling something huge approaching. My belly contracted, and at that moment, he stopped.
"Beautiful, you taste just like you smell." I felt my face flush.
"Roland..."
I couldn't speak and couldn't bear to look at him. I wanted more of his oral sex, it was embarrassing, my face was burning, and the heat was all over my body.
"That's how I feel since I met you. At night, I've taken cold showers to calm my erection and resorted to masturbation like a teenager."
"Do you do it out of malice?"
I removed my hands from my face. He was smiling, licking his lips, savoring my moisture.
"No, love. I do it because this is as far as I can go without you stopping me. For the rest, you have twenty-eight days." When he kissed me, he smelled like me.
"Wash up," I suggested.
"I won't."
"You smell..."
"I smell like you, and you don't know how delicious you taste."
He walked away, leaving as if he owned the place while I was left aroused, wet, and embarrassed. When I came out of the bathroom, Roland was talking to my father. He glanced at me sideways, still licking his lips, and that gesture made me wet again. The rest of the night, we spent holding hands. He played with my fingers, there was a special sparkle in his eyes, and I didn't want to imagine how mine looked. He leaned in and whispered.
"Did you like it?"
"What?" He licked his lips again. "I'm not answering that."
"I didn't think teaching would appeal to me so much."
"Show-off."
His laughter caught the attention of those around us. His smile was perfect, and that innate mischief was what turned me to butter.
"Why do you like it?"
"I get to mold you. I can't wait to slide my dick inside your body."
"Did you have to ruin it? Sometimes you say such beautiful things, and other times you say obscenities, ruining the moment."
"I'm telling you what all men think. Sorry for saying it out loud." He laughed, maybe he was right, but it sounded very crude. "Get used to it. You'll like this way of talking when you're mine."