Olívia

Olívia
Days later

I’m trying to calm down.
Taking deep breaths, like Mom taught me the first time I had to give a speech to run for a spot on the school student council, but it’s not working.
The day before yesterday, I went to Saks Fifth Avenue to see if Julien’s friend could get me a dress at a price that wouldn’t require me to sell an organ, like a lung, for example. Guillermo wanted to gift me the outfit for the opera, but I said no.
Luckily, the saleswoman had a magic eye for clothing. She found a black strapless gown, long, and it somehow made me look slim, disguising my hips a bit, even though my breasts were still bigger than I’d like.

He’s on the armchair while I try to put the finishing touches on my makeup.
I’ve watched several makeup tutorial videos, and the first attempts almost killed me with laughter. It didn’t even come close to the results the girls in the videos showed, but now, finally, it seems I’ve managed a minimally decent job, even if not very elaborate. Ava, Julien’s saleswoman friend, suggested I leave my hair down, and since I know nothing about fashion, I’m following her advice.

We’ve already gone out to dinner after we came out as a couple, but today is different. This opera performance is exclusive for a select group of patrons of the Boston Opera House, and I know we’ll have to stop and talk to some of Guillermo’s acquaintances.
I’ve been sleeping at his place every night, but I’m determined to get an apartment just for myself. With my salary and no debts, I can afford a small place to live.

This was a point of tension in our relationship because even though things between us are beyond amazing, I prefer to keep my feet on the ground.
To my surprise, the day before yesterday, his younger sister Martina called me, said she felt sorry about the scandal, and knew I must be uncomfortable continuing to stay at the hotel. She said I could stay at her apartment until I found a nice place to move, since once again, she would postpone her return to the United States.

So yesterday I brought my things here, and despite Guillermo insisting I stay with him, I stood my ground that night and said I would get ready in my temporary new home.
Now I’m in panties, bra, and garter belt—which I bought especially for this occasion—and I check the clock, seeing I still have an hour before he comes to pick me up.

If drinking were a habit for me, this would be the moment I’d have a glass of wine to calm down. I’m very nervous. Today my Cinderella dream will be put to the test.
Lord, if someone had told me some time ago that my life would change this way, I would never have believed it.

I have a job with a great salary, the prospect of starting university in a few months, and a boyfriend who, for God’s sake… makes me want to lock him up at home and use him only for my pleasure.
I tried every way not to fall in love, to push far away the things he makes me feel, but I can’t keep lying to myself. I know what we have is more than just sex. For neither me nor him. He may not love me back, but I can feel every time we make love that there is so much more than desire between us.

I look at the full-length mirror in the closet, still unsure if I should leave my hair down, when I hear the doorbell.
My heart races wildly in seconds because only one person knows the apartment is occupied.

I should get dressed, but instead, I send a message to his phone.

“You’re early.”

The reply comes immediately, and the commanding tone sends a shiver of desire through my body.

Guillermo: “Open.”

I know what seeing me like this will do to him. Our physical attraction is overwhelming. We can’t keep our hands off each other.
I unlock the door carefully but don’t show myself. I stay purposely hidden behind it.

In two steps, he enters, and when his gaze lands on me, I feel myself ignite.
The hunger in Guillermo’s eyes makes my legs turn to jelly.
Instinctively, I step back while devouring every inch of him with my eyes too.

He looks stunning in a black tuxedo. I let my gaze travel from his shoes, hiding huge feet, up his muscular legs and broad shoulders, until I reach his masculine face.
I lick my lips, wishing they were his, and it seems he knows exactly what I’m thinking because a low growl escapes from deep in his throat.

“You came early.”

Finally, I manage to form a sentence.

“I couldn’t wait.”

My pulse is hammering in my ears. I’m trembling so much I feel a little dizzy.

“Wait for what?”

“To be in you before the night ends.”

“No.” I say and walk toward the bedroom.

“No?” He follows me like a hunter.

I turn to him again and shake my head.

“Why not?”

“It’s my turn.”

At first, he seems not to understand, but when I take steps closer to him and kneel before him, he catches his breath.
I reach behind and undo the clasp of the strapless bra. When my breasts are free, he looks hypnotized. He reaches out and pinches my nipple, causing a sharp twinge of pain.

“Hummm….”

“My God, Olivia. Do you have any idea how beautiful you look, kneeling and asking for my cock?”

Without wasting time, because I know if I let him touch me any longer I won’t get what I want, I undo the button and slide down the zipper of his pants.
For a moment, I think he’ll stop me, but when I see him remove the top of the suit, I finish pulling down his pants and boxers. He’s already fully hard, and I touch him gently, more teasing than anything else, because now I know he likes a firm grip.

A drop of pre-cum appears at the tip, and with my other hand, I collect it with my thumb and bring it to my mouth.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“Well, since you do this to me every day.”

Guillermo always takes the lead, concerned with giving me maximum pleasure. Of course, I’m sure he enjoys every second too, but I want his total surrender.
I open my mouth, sucking slowly and letting my tongue play on the tip. His moan reassures me that I’m on the right track, and more confident, I slide him deeper inside me. Soon, my panties are soaked; I moan around him, taking as much as I can.

When his hand goes to my hair, twisting it around his fist, I know I got what I wanted.

“I want it to the throat, beautiful. Relax your mouth for me.”

My moans intensify, creating a vibration as I suck him, and he thrusts his hips.

“Sweet mouth. I want to fuck you deep, will you let me?”

I shake my head, and now he caresses my cheek, but I feel that with every move, the intensity with which he enters me increases.
More by intuition than knowledge, I caress his balls, and he roars.

“Love, I’m going to cum. If you don’t want to taste me, you need to stop now.”

In response, I pull him by his ass, making him come deeper.

“Remember what I said, love? There won’t be a part of you I won’t fill. I’m going to cum inside you completely.”

Like me, he’s totally lost in our act, and I slip a hand into my panties because I’m so horny too.

“My naughty little girl wants to cum?”

I feel his veins thicken in my mouth, and I know he’ll give himself to me soon. His hand tilts my head gently but firmly back.

“You want this?”

I nod.

“Then drink it all.”

His words are my undoing, and I close my eyes as the orgasm hits me hard, at the same time feeling him spill inside me.
He holds me for a few seconds longer, his touch in my hair now a gentle caress.
Then he picks me up and lies down on the bed with me on top of him.

“Look at me.”

I’m not fully back from dreamland, but I can’t deny him anything.
As I take a moment to respond, he kisses me. First gently, nibbling my lips, but it’s not enough, and his tongue invades, claiming everything.

“I’m crazy about you. Promise me you’ll never doubt it.”

Instead of answering, I climb higher on his body.
I don’t want to doubt.