Chapter 146 - Confession and Nostalgia - Fedds
Miguel
He said it, it was reassuring to confess the truth.
"Miguel, you wouldn't hurt me. We have to wait for one of those events to pass, but love cures everything. Maybe the love you feel for me at that moment will be enough to calm the anger that rises in you. Do it with me, I won't forgive you if you put that delicious penis in any hole other than the three available in me." I laughed. "Do you agree with that?"
"And you say I have a dirty mouth." I pressed his sex against mine.
"I haven't heard your answer."
"I've answered you with actions twice, and yes, I accept. What's your other condition?"
"From now on, you won't leave my bed. I love your cuddles too much."
I don't know if it was a dream. I imagined that by confessing my shame, he would reject me, and look at us here. I must confess, I feel free.
"I love you." My heart swelled. "I will be proud to carry the García name..."
I didn't let her finish. I took off her silk robe, turned her around to have her beneath me. I needed her urgently.
"I love you," I said.
"That's all I need."
I moved away, took off my clothes, and stood naked. She was about to take off her lace underwear, but I signaled for her not to.
"I'll take care of that."
I started by caressing her legs. Her skin was soft, and I delighted in it like never before. I used to have sex, but with my little torment, I didn't want that. I wanted to erase every unwanted touch from her, to tattoo myself on her skin. I moved closer until I reached her hips, and with a delicacy I didn't think I had, I removed her last garment. I brushed my fingers over her sex, and seeing her shiver filled me with joy.
I continued exploring her until I was on top of her body. Her breathing rose and fell. I brushed my lips over hers. The kiss intensified, and suddenly we were devouring each other. My hand caressed her inner thigh while I licked her breast. Diana seemed immersed in my caresses. I loved hearing her say my name. I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to be inside her.
I opened her legs, placed my cock at her entrance, and plunged into the place I had wanted to enter for several months. Her moans encouraged me to keep thrusting. From now on and until death, I would lose myself in this tiny body that I adored. She was so tight, warm, and deep...
"Miguel..."
I couldn't hold back any longer. As she let herself fall, exhausted from her orgasm, I did the same. Two more thrusts, and I came inside her. I kissed her neck. We were sweaty. I wanted to do more, to prolong the foreplay, but I had to be honest. I had been longing for her for so long that I urgently needed to make her mine.
"Now and until you die, you are only mine," I whispered in her ear.
"I love you, Beast. We didn't use protection."
"You're going to be my wife. That's the least of my concerns. I want many children."
I pulled out of her, feeling a chill in my body. I pulled her against me, needing to hold her. I kissed her forehead.
"Isaac is only four months old. Give me at least a year." I laughed, and we got under the covers. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Because now my skin will only remember your caresses."
She rested her head on my chest. It felt so good to have her in my arms. This must be what the boss felt. We were sons of bitches, but an angel made us change. Diana, from the moment I held her that night, I felt something too strong, and from that moment, I felt she was mine.
"It's time to get some sleep. I won't be held responsible in a couple of hours."
"I'll always be available to play with you." I laughed.
"I love you."
"And I love you."
"Sleep with the angels and a little with me, future Mrs. García." She hugged me tighter.
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Veronica
I hadn't slept at all. It was three in the morning, and I had a whirlwind of emotions I couldn't decipher. I felt immense joy, fear, anger, and also restlessness, overwhelmed. I didn't know what the hell was going on! The only certainty was the overwhelming anxiety, which made my insides churn. Today, I spent thinking about my husband: memories from when I met him, when he confessed his hatred for Christmas.
That conversation where he hinted at his mother's abandonment, leaving him for someone else, devastated him. He implied that she left with a lover or another child, leaving him alone. I remember... He once mentioned that he was a bad son, maybe that's why she abandoned him. Anyway, wherever you are, I still love you, Cielo. Forgive me for what happened with that idiot.
I kept tossing and turning on the huge bed, one I couldn't enjoy as I had wished. My mind drifted back to that afternoon in the room at the estate when we got married, where he tattooed himself on my skin until the day I die. I wasn't born for another man. "You took him too soon, God." I was submerged in a delay, recalling his caresses, his kisses, his body over mine, his tongue on my sex, my breasts, my mouth. I love you, Roland.
I couldn't sleep anymore. D'Artagnan was still asleep. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. It was five o'clock. I dressed like a cowgirl. Looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed a strange sparkle in my eyes. Do I feel happy? I look good. Since his death, I had stopped wearing makeup. The last time I did was at my brother's wedding. Today I did it again. I wanted to get ready, to look pretty. What was happening? It was as if this place had some effect on me. As I left the room, I ran into Inés.
"Good morning, dear." I kissed her on the forehead.
"Good morning."
"You look different." I smiled.
"I feel that way."
"You always look pretty. I'm going to find Isaac. They don't let me do anything else, at least I'll entertain myself with my little ball. You've seen it, putting him on a diet, that would be giving one breast and not the other." We laughed.
"I'll join you."
Inés knocked as usual, letting Diana know she was coming in, although we didn't have such formalities. The trust with my assistant had grown. She opened the door, and the surprise was huge. The image was beautiful.
Miguel was hugging what was undoubtedly his woman. It was evident they had been honest with each other, and I was happy. We didn't see anything compromising. They had the blankets over them. Diana, who was still asleep, was hugging Isaac. It was a beautiful image of a lovely family. Inés's smile was genuine.
"If the scrutiny is over, could you stop looking at us like we're a circus act?" I smiled while Inés took on a serious demeanor.
"Good morning." Diana blushed upon seeing us in her room. I shrugged.
"From now on, we won't enter until you give us permission," I said.
"None of that!" Inés said. "I'm glad to know you're together now, but I don't want any cohabitation in this house!"
I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter. Diana turned red, and Miguel looked at Inés as if she had a third eye.
"Are you serious, old lady? Since when did I go back to being fourteen?" He approached the bed and picked up Isaac, who was still deeply asleep.
"Very serious. You already practice a religion. You must follow its doctrines. It's up to you how long it takes, but you need to get married soon so you can be intimate like you were last night."
"Inés," I intervened.
"You can get married at any notary. We can organize the church wedding later. I won't allow cohabitation. Is that clear, young man?" Miguel's eyes sparkled as he kissed his woman's head.
"Understood. I'll find out the requirements at a courthouse."
"That's more complicated. You don't have American nationality," I said.
"Of course I do." I raised my eyebrows. "The boss's main trusted men have it. Roland is dead. You will have to do the paperwork and comply with immigration laws while we process your nationality. We studied in this country many years ago. Even Inés has American nationality."
"You all are full of surprises," I said. "Every day I learn something new."
"You're not the only one. I've been with them for twenty years, and I'm just now finding out I have dual nationality."
"Old lady, did you think if we had to leave Colombia, we'd leave you behind? You, my beautiful black woman, will be with us until the day we die."
"Well," she commented proudly. "Then get married as soon as possible. Do things the right way. Until you're married, you won't do anything. You know what I mean. For now, I'll take my grandson. We'll leave you." We left and waited for them in the kitchen. I prepared breakfast, and an hour later, they arrived. "You took your time," Inés said to them.
"Old lady, we were saying goodbye. I don't know how long it will take to get married. I hope it's soon."