Olívia

Guillermo
I tried to do everything right.
I planned our dinner from the moment she invited me.
I arranged with Julien to have a meal ready at my apartment and asked my mother to stay with Nina today because Olívia and I needed to talk.

Yes, I know the plan was for Valentina to be with us. On the other hand, I never claimed to be perfect, so I admit I wasn’t completely honest.

All that clarified, my intentions were relatively innocent when I brought her home, but the moment I saw her walking toward me, even before touching her, I completely lost control of the carefully planned script.

Now, as Simon parks, I can barely keep my hands off my woman.

We say goodbye to him, and I guide her toward the private elevator.
Inside, I press the button for the penthouse without even looking at the panel, one hand braced against the wall behind her.

I lower my mouth and let my lips trail along her jaw and chin.

"Say you want this."

As I pull back to wait for her response, her cheeks are flushed with excitement, and she bites her lip while looking at me and nodding yes.

"I need to hear it. I’ve waited all these days to hear you say you want me in your life for good. I won’t accept a nod as an answer."

Her chest rises and falls in short breaths.

"I’m yours, Guillermo."

I feel every muscle in my body tense. The desire held in check out of respect for what she asked, the love I had never experienced until meeting her, overflowing in every cell of me.

"Bet it’s true."

I lift her in my arms, and her thighs spread to accommodate me.

Our mouths seek each other, desperate. The longing for her scent, the warmth of her skin, her taste. An explosive combination turning me into a primal force.

Her reaction matches the intensity.

There’s no room for talking, explanations, or doubts.
Just moans, tongues consuming each other, teeth marking skin.

Still with her straddling me, I close the apartment door with my foot. I sit her on the table and pull off her blouse, fumbling a few buttons along the way.

"Where’s Nina?"

"With my mom."

I take off my jacket and suit, and she nearly rips my shirt off. The tie is stretched and comes off any way it can.

Now both of us are free of our pants, hurried like two teenagers discovering sex.

"I wanted this loss of control from the start," she says.

I pull down my boxers, freeing my erection.

"It’s always been here for you, for you," I hold her face. "We can go slow and sweet later, but right now, I need to fuck you hard."

Her pupils dilate, and she reaches for the waistband of her panties.

"No. I’ll do it."

I turn her onto her stomach, leaning her over the dining table.

I lower myself and pull down her lingerie, separating her legs, taking her mouth with mine. Moisture coats my lips and fingers. She moans and grinds against me without hesitation, but before she can climax, I lift and grab one of her thighs, resting it on the table.

"Take off your bra. I want to play with those beautiful breasts."

I don’t wait for her to remove it to start penetrating her.

I test her entrance, rubbing against her, and she pushes back into me.

I’m dizzy with desire, barely believing the fucking nightmare is over. My woman, my Olívia, is exactly where she belongs.

"I won’t go easy, baby."

"I don’t want gentle," she replies.

I thrust my hips, entering halfway, but it feels so good I can’t stop at just a taste and bury myself fully inside her tight heat.

She screams in surprise but begs for more, and I can’t hold back.

The pounding against her body with every thrust shakes the table.

The wet, constant invasion sets its own rhythm. The sound of our passion.

"Harder. I want everything, Guillermo."

I grab her hair and pull her toward me, biting her shoulder. I squeeze her delicious ass as I drive deeper.

"Can you see yourself inside me?" she asks.

I look down, my hard cock pushing through her pink flesh. "Yes. I see every inch of me taking you."

"Remember this. You’re perfect inside me, perfect in my life. I love you, Guillermo."

The unexpected declaration steals the last of my sanity. With one hand, I play with her rigid nipple while my hips never stop moving.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Say it again."

"I love you. Don’t stop. I’m so close."

I bite her ear and move my hand down to her clit.

"How close? I want to come with you."

"Very close."

I increase the pace, obsessed with the sight of our bodies joined.

"Arch your ass. Take it deeper."

"You’ll kill me with that filthy mouth."

"I know you love my filthy mouth. I can feel you clenching around me. You’re my naughty girl, Olívia."

"Oh my God!" she screams, tightening even more.

"Fuck, baby."

I try to think of anything to slow down my impending orgasm, but it’s impossible. Olívia is gripping me inside her contractions, making my release inevitable. Her hand comes back, stroking me, and I’m about to explode in her.

"Now, Guillermo. Spill everything inside me. Mark me inside and out."

And that’s it. Her mix of plea and command breaks the final barriers. I feel her spasms as she comes, sucking, consuming, showing me that she’s mine just as much as I’m hers.

"I love you, Olívia. You will never doubt that again."



We’re lying in my bedroom after two more rounds of reconciliation sex. That’s the term she used. I think she likes giving things titles: celebration brigadeiro, reconciliation sex.

Even though it was delicious and explosive, I don’t want to go through the part where we’re apart again. Never again.

As if she could read my thoughts, she says,
"Sometimes I almost want to fight again just to have you this wild."

"You’re becoming a very cheeky little girl."

"I like breaking down your barriers."

I lift her face so she can look at me.

"I have no barriers against you, Olívia. Never have."

Understanding that the tone of the conversation has changed, she replies,
"I was scared. I didn’t want to be a substitute, neither for you nor for Nina."

"You won’t be a substitute. For me, because it’s the first time I’ve fallen in love, and for Nina because…"

Shit, it’s not easy to say something like that.

"Why?"

"Because my daughter has never known what it’s like to have a mother." I kiss her hair. "I know it’s a huge responsibility. You’re still so young and haven’t even really lived. Maybe if I were a better man, I’d let her experience life, but I can’t stay away."

"I don’t want to experience. I thought I did, but that day I went out with Melissa…"

"And with Wolverine." I can’t hold back the grumpy comment, but she starts laughing and I instantly relax.

"God, you get very Joaquín when you’re upset."

I think that was a critique, but I let it slide.

"Anyway, when I went out with them, I felt out of place, you know? Dancing was fun, but after half an hour, I was already desperate to leave."

"Teach me."

"What?"

"How to relax. Live life. I never knew how to do that."

She looks at me as if expecting me to smile like it’s a joke, but she quickly realizes I’m serious.

"We’ll learn together."

"Are you serious about what you told me? Are you sure about what you feel?"

"You mean about loving me?"

"Yes."

"I think I fell in love with you as soon as we started spending time together. At first, it was physical attraction. You’re beautiful." She smiles and looks away. "But then it was all of you. Your character, the way you love and care for Nina, how you make it a point to be with your family, but especially how you brought me into your lives even without knowing what kind of person I was. You’ve done more for me than my own blood, besides giving me the chance to meet and love my only relative… Valentina."

I know it’s crazy, but even trying to correct the mistakes of my late wife against Olívia, I still feel guilty for Layla’s actions.

"The only good thing that came from discovering who my biological mother was, and consequently my twin sister, is that now I’ll know the exact day I was born. When was Layla’s birthday?"

God, she was even deprived of this—not knowing her own birthday.

"June fifth," I answer, feeling my throat tighten. "Her birthday is June fifth."

"Wow, I always thought I was born in May. Either way, I was partially right. I’m a Gemini." She continues, unaware of how touched I am by her kindness and ability to see the positive side of everything.

"I never wanted to hide the truth. I kept delaying telling you that you were Layla’s sister for fear of losing you, but also because I didn’t want to hurt you."

"Because of the letter? There’s a lot more in there that will hurt me, isn’t there?"

"There is."

"Guillermo, about me being your late wife’s sister, I’ve said it before and I’ll repeat it: I have no ties to those women. Sharing the same blood means nothing if you do nothing to awaken someone’s love. To me, it’s like you’re a widower of a stranger. As for the other matter, the letter, I understand that you wanted to spare me, but if you want our relationship to work, you have to promise that you’ll never hide anything from me again. No matter the justification, I am not a crystal."

"You have my word. Nothing but the truth between us."