Capítulo 57

"You don't exist," I said, biting my lower lip, and he let out an amused chuckle.

"Hm, I do exist," he disagreed, pretending to think about it before smiling at me again with second thoughts. "I can even prove that I'm quite real."

"Oh, yeah?", I murmured, bringing my mouth closer to his ear and sliding my hand dangerously down the inner side of his thigh, close to his groin. "Then taste it."

Steve closed his eyes slowly, letting himself shiver with my caresses, and stroked my face with his hand, grabbing my hair behind my ear.

"Behave yourself, young lady," he whispered, as he distributed lingering, soft kisses on my neck. "Save some of that for the rest of the weekend."

I smiled, shivering from his kisses, and bit his earlobe, causing it to slip between my teeth as I pulled away and returned to my original posture. Steve looked at me, half absently due to the blatant teasing, and then let out a restrained sigh.

"Come to think of it, I guess I should have told you before," he reflected, nodding slightly with raised eyebrows . "I'm sure our trip would have been a lot more fun."

"You pervert," I reproached him, feigning disapproval in my expression and voice, and he gave me a corner look, smiling shyly.

"How about we go inside?" he suggested, sighing deeply in a dramatic way and making me laugh.

"Good idea," I agreed, beaming. "I need to see if the house is as beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside."

"It's even better," Steve smiled, getting out of the car soon after. I did the same, offering in vain to carry one of our backpacks, and followed him hand in hand to the entrance of the house. He took the key out of his pocket and opened the door, giving me a brief excited look, which I returned with the same excitement. I felt like a little girl standing in front of a life-size Barbie house.

Steve gave me permission to go in first, and I obeyed. I took a few steps inside the house, amazed at the luxurious yet simple beauty of the furniture and decoration. It was one of the most beautiful houses I had ever seen, and if I could dream of one, it would definitely be like this one.

"Beautiful, isn't it?", Steve murmured, placing the backpacks on the couch and coming up behind me. I looked at him, who soon stopped looking at the house to reciprocate my gaze, and nodded, amazed.

"It's perfect," I smiled, my heart racing. Steve slowly wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his face in the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine with his warm, calm breath.

"Like you," he whispered, lovingly rubbing the tip of his nose against my skin. I closed my eyes, feeling my heart speed up even more, and turned slowly until I was facing him. I hugged his neck leisurely, watching as my hands went up to his chest, and finally returned his gaze, much happier than I remembered it could be.

"Like you," I corrected softly, bringing our faces closer together and giving him an Eskimo kiss, who smiled at the treat and closed his eyes. I pulled my face even closer to his and touched his lips with mine, starting with a few long kisses and then deepening the kiss.

Steve spread his hands over my back, smoothing every inch of me carefully. He moved down to my hips and pressed me against his body, automatically intensifying our movements. Our tongues moved in sync in a kiss full of longing and desire. Nothing was as full of feeling as our moments together.

Just as we were beginning to smother each other with no intention of stopping, something began to tremble between us, and I jumped in fright. Steve didn't usually shake there when he kissed me, if you know what I mean.

"What the fuck," he cursed softly, sighing and rolling his eyes as he stuck his hand tremulously into his shorts pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

Oh, yeah, the cell phone. Whew, my boyfriend still has normal erections. And he's still cussing when our lovemaking is interrupted. Yeah, he's still the same old Steve.

"What's up, faggot?" he grunted, spontaneously pouting his red lips (which only made my laughter even more uncontrollable and made him laugh along with me, even if against his own will). "We're here now. Okay, thanks."

"Who was that?", I asked, still laughing, as he turned off his cell phone with a bored expression and buried it back in his pocket.

"The owner of the house," he replied, hesitating slightly before speaking, and I frowned slightly, finding that little pause odd.

"Is there a problem?" I insisted, as he pulled me around his waist again. "Maybe you shouldn't have called him a faggot."

"No, there's no problem," Steve laughed, returning to normal. "He's a fag anyway, he can't live without me."

"And who is this competitor of mine?", I laughed, almost crying from laughing at the way he was passing off that good impression of the guy. I was so amused by his laughter that I couldn't stop myself from laughing in time to hear his answer, not even after his abrupt change of expression from cheerful to serious.

" Erm... It's Nicholas ."