Chapter 38 - It's Hot - mduno
The light of the new day filtered through the small windows of the yacht's cabin. We had been at sea since yesterday. He had me in his arms, and I fit perfectly in his lap, his long arm resting over my chest.
I rewound yesterday in my mind. "I slept with him." Oh God, no! I remember up to the point he put me to bed. I looked at my clothes; I was wearing pajamas and clean underwear. Oh God, did I do it? He moved, and I felt his erection against my backside. I hurried out of bed, not feeling any different. As was his habit, he woke up at the slightest movement, his gaze questioning.
"Is something wrong, Beautiful?" I looked at him, blushing.
"Did we do anything yesterday?"
I don't know how to describe his look; it shifted from worry to tenderness in a second.
"Apart from cleaning your vomit, changing your clothes, and putting you to bed, nothing else happened, Veronica." I sighed, while he showed a subtle sadness. "I've lost my style with you."
"You haven't lost anything, and thank you for not..."
"I want you to be conscious the day I write myself into your story."
I smiled, got back into bed, and snuggled up to him. He hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead.
"Thank you, Roland." My stomach growled, and the sweetest part was hearing his laugh. "What's going on?"
He turned, and I ended up under his body. We played with each other's sensuality. The truth was, it created a great sensation, like electric currents from my belly. His nose traced my face, down my neck, his tongue caressed my nipple, continued down to my crotch.
At this point, I had lost my will. I wanted him to do what he did the other night at the graduation party. But he just ran his tongue over it like he did with my nipple, leaving me started, ready, and completely aroused.
"Let's go have breakfast, Love."
I stayed still, watching his athletic body as he headed to the bathroom, his erection visible. When he closed the door, I began breathing normally. Twenty minutes later, he came out in swim trunks with a smile on his face while I was still angry.
"Doesn't feel so good, does it? Cold water is good for that kind of heat."
"Are you getting back at me?" I opened my mouth.
"A little."
I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue as I walked to the bathroom. He laughed, and I laughed too as I turned my back. We sunbathed, looking at the sea around us. In the afternoon, we would reach Palma Island, where we'd spend two days, according to what I heard Roland say to the captain.
Breakfast had been seafood empanadas. He wants to drive me crazy with so much aphrodisiac food. We had argued a little when I asked him the same question again. We arrived at a grand hotel, were welcomed, and I had fallen in love with the tan my body had taken on, an incredible cinnamon color. At check-in, I heard him say the main suite was for him.
"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Sandoval. May your stay be as you wish."
I widened my eyes and bit my lips to keep from saying anything. I looked at him; he was already looking at me.
"Me too."
He replied to the young woman. They helped us with our little luggage while Roland intertwined his fingers with mine. Those small moments of possession fascinated me.
"Mrs. Sandoval?"
The hotel was Caribbean, the place was elegant by the region's standards. There's no other word for it; it was beautiful. I saw many cabins; it was immense, with various activities to do.
"At this point, I assumed we had already... 'made love.'" I couldn't help but open my mouth and close it at his attempt to kiss me. I turned my face away. "How long are you going to keep me punished?"
We were given the key card to the room. He didn't hide how irritated he was by the situation, his jaw tense. He tipped the young man, and we entered. It was already dusk, the reddish evening sun contrasting with the blue sea.
Roland threw the suitcase on one of the orange-patterned chairs beside the bed and headed to the bar. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and then went to the balcony. It was the last one, the white room with orange touches. The extra-large bed's quilt was woven with matching pillows, a beautiful combination of the two main colors of the decor. On one side, there was a small sitting area with hammocks. Now I know why he liked the room; it was very similar to his way of combining colors, two tones. He had his back to me, and I approached to hug him.
"Are you mad at me?"
"A little, and I'm trying to understand you." He drank the last sip of whiskey, looking at the empty glass. "Since I've known you, I've drunk more whiskey than I have in my entire life."
"You're a drug lord, Roland..."
"I don't drink, Veronica, nor do I smoke any crap. Not even in complicated situations do I drink, but since you came into my life, you've altered everything, and drinking has become a subtle ally to understand you."
"I don't plan on sleeping with you yet. I want you to get to know me and for us to understand each other in ways other than sex."
"I know. You have less than a month to prepare. I promised myself I would drive you crazy, and I know I missed my chance this morning. You would have fallen, but revenge won out." I hid my face under his chin, feeling embarrassed. He stroked my hair with his cheek. "I'm not going to force you, Veronica, because I'll do it on December twenty-seventh, if it hasn't happened before then."
"I know."
"Look at me." I did. "I always keep my promises, and an agreement is an agreement, but that doesn't mean I won't do everything possible to drive you crazy."
"I already am."
He smiled. The evening had come to an end, and we were in the dark, with only the lights from downstairs.
"You hide it well." I kissed his chest. "It's driving me crazy not being able to kiss you, and I'm about to do it by force. It's necessary for me now. I need and want to do it all the time."
"Why did Roland kiss you? You just have to answer that."
I wanted him to answer and acknowledge the truth. He went back to the room and turned on the lights. I sighed; I needed to kiss him too, but I wouldn't go back on my decision. I closed the balcony doors.
"What do you want to do?"
"Watch TV, eat, and sleep in a bed that doesn't move."
He smiled resignedly. He didn't agree. We ordered dinner, ate, brushed our teeth together. I caught Roland looking at me more than once. We got under the sheets and turned on the TV.
There were good movies on. On the national channel, Armageddon was starting, so we left it there. At the end, I cried. I always cry when I watch it. My boyfriend kept looking at me, and he had to go to the bathroom to get tissues for me to blow my nose. I admit I cried more this time and became the subject of his teasing.
When it ended, Roland started flipping through the channels, not staying on any for more than five seconds. I was falling asleep, so I snuggled up and tangled my legs with his. He hugged me, and soon I didn't know anything else. I felt safe under his watch and protection.
Because one thing was certain: next to him, I felt very good, as if his arms were iron fortresses ready to shield me from any danger. Morning surprised us with our legs tangled, though his longer legs covered me, and his hand once again grasped my breast.
I smiled, knowing it was the third night we slept in the same bed, wearing light clothing, and hadn't done anything. With Roland's hand pressing my breast, I felt his hard member against my buttocks.
"You're killing me, Veronica."
He said, darting off to lock himself in the bathroom. I heard the shower and smiled, knowing he preferred a cold shower. Twenty minutes later, he came out, and I couldn't stop laughing.
"Go ahead and laugh, Veronica. My turn will come." He threw the wet towel at me and stayed in his boxers. "At least we're not in New York, because I'd already have pneumonia from cold showers to calm down."
"And what would you do to me?"
"When I have you tied up and you can't reach orgasm because I'll forbid it, you'll cry and remember the days you sent me to take care of myself." I bit my lips. Had he really not been with anyone?
"I don't like being tied up, hit, or punished."
"You'll like it. It's in you."
"You haven't been with anyone, have you?" He kissed my forehead.
"No one. There are twenty-five days left, or maybe a few days before. Don't look at me like that. Aren't you sure yet if you want to have sex with me?"
"You know I want to be yours."
"Lift the punishment, Veronica." He kissed my forehead again. My heart raced, and my breathing became as ragged as his. "It's killing me, and you have no idea how."
I must not waver. He must acknowledge his mistakes. I slipped out of his arms to lock myself in the bathroom. I heard his frustrated growl. We had breakfast at the hotel restaurant, delicious plantains with sour cream and cheese.
Roland ordered a typical coastal breakfast, and the food was truly delicious. After walking around the hotel and dipping into the sea, he decided to rent a hut to have some drinks before lunch.
While I looked for a couple of beers at the bar to cool off, I left him staring at the endless blue sea in front of us. When I returned, he didn't notice me. He was still gazing at the vast ocean, lost in thought.
"I brought you a shandy. Do you like it?" I decided to intervene, and his expression was a mix of pain. I felt a pang inside. "Is something wrong?"
"If I answer the question that's been bugging me, will you kiss me again?"