Chapter 16 Proposal.
Chapter 16.
Proposal.
Lucas, seeing the sadness in her eyes, takes her by the hips and sits her on his lap, wiping the tears from her cheeks. He kisses her, and she returns the kiss for a few seconds. They both stop, resting their foreheads against each other's, in a moment of resignation.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, caressing her cheek.
"I trust you, blindly."
"Then you'll believe me when I tell you that Carolina is just a façade, that you are the woman I love, the one I want."
"That won't stop you from taking her to bed. You bring her home to provoke me, and you sleep with her under my roof. Is that part of the façade too?" She turns her gaze away from him, full of pain.
He takes her chin and kisses her, a short and intense kiss that disarms her.
"Forgive me, I swear I don't touch her. I haven't touched her for some time now. I only shower her with gifts and affection so she believes the part, but I don't touch her. I avoid any sexual contact with her. How could I? If I only think of you."
She stares at him, a trace of doubt in her face and in her heart.
"All right, I won't make it difficult for you. I don't think I'll make you change your mind. If you think this game is what will help us break free, perfect, but I have conditions."
"Tell me what my queen desires."
"I don't want her here. If you bring her, she won't stay in this house. You have to tell me when she's coming, avoid getting close to her, no kissing or caressing. I don't think I can stand to see you like that with her. And finally..." she pauses for a moment. "Listen to me, don't force me to do what I don't want. If she oversteps, you will pay for it. Don't forget that this is a two-person game. If you cross the line, Lucas, if you lie to me, if you take her to bed, then it's over. If you decide to be intimate with her, I give up on you, I leave everything. Did you hear me?"
Her words are firm, certain, without hesitation.
"Agreed. I promise you that I won't touch her. I will be with her for a while, and then I'll leave her."
"Okay."
She kisses him, and he responds with the same passion and intensity.
"We have to go to a doctor's appointment."
"Why? I'm not sick, I'm fine." She replies a little uncomfortable.
"Do you still want me to make you mine? Because if you don't want to..." she laughs. "You're laughing? Don't you like me?"
She looks at him through her laughter.
"I loved it, it was much better than in my wet dreams."
"Really? You dream of me making love to you?"
"It's happened many times," she confesses, caressing his cheek. "But nothing compares to reality."
She smiles flirtatiously. In a renewed impulse, he lifts her into his arms and carries her to the nearest sofa. Their lips meet with urgency. He gets up for a moment, searches his pants for a condom and places it on a nearby table. Then, he goes to a music player, puts on a soft, enveloping piano melody, and approaches her.
Lucas slowly removes Alicia's blouse, his fingers sliding over her exposed skin as he kisses her avidly. She tangles her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepens, an exchange of breath and desire. He gently lays her back on the sofa. Their bodies become a silent language, where caresses ignite memories of the night before. Lucas takes his time savoring every inch of her, pausing at the edge of her lace panties, which he slowly slides down with his mouth. She arches her back, her hands gripping the sofa cushion, her body already a bundle of expectant tension.
He finally positions himself, covering her body with his, and the intimacy begins anew. It's not just passion; it's reaffirmation. He moves with deliberate slowness, each thrust a whispered promise without words. Alicia, with her eyes closed, can only gasp. The pleasure is so profound that it borders on exquisite pain. The rhythm increases, turning into a frantic and necessary dance. The sound of their skin rubbing mixes with the piano music, creating an intimate, unwitnessed symphony. He holds her firmly by the hips, his face inches from hers, his eyes fixed on her intensity. He whispers words to her in a language that only their desire understands. The climax hits them with the force of a wave, leaving them trembling, united, and breathless. They stay like that for a long time, feeling the accelerated heartbeat of the other.
They spend part of the morning consuming each other in the music room. After a shared bath and a quick meal, they decide to go out. In the afternoon, they go to the movies, where they interact as a discreet couple, remaining professional. To the world, they are uncle and niece.
In the darkness of the movie theater, they sit in the last row, where the shadow is their accomplice. As the screen projects lights and shadows, Lucas slides his hand under Alicia's sweater, slowly tracing the outline of her waist, moving up to the edge of her bra. She shivers slightly, reclining her head on his shoulder and enjoying the furtive contact. He intertwines his fingers with hers, squeezing them gently, a silent reminder of their forbidden connection. His fingers caress her palm. It is a dangerous and sweet game, a challenge to public view, where every hidden caress is worth more than any kiss given in plain sight.
While behind closed doors, they can't stop devouring each other.
Upon returning home, the formality vanishes at the entrance.
"I want to sleep with you tonight," Alicia tells him, as Lucas undresses her.
"Stay with me in my bed, I will fulfill your desires."
"I want to learn," she says, focusing on him as he strips her of her skirt.
"What do you want to learn?" he asks, as he moves up to meet her, leaving soft kisses on her abdomen.
"Everything you like, what pleases you, for example..." she moves away, settling into an all-fours position for him, like she saw the girl do during their sexual encounter that afternoon. "Do you like this position?" she asks, her voice seductive and calculated, as she looks at him.
Lucas, seeing her in his favorite position, gives her a strong spank, making her tremble.
"I thought you said you hadn't seen anything."
"My panties got wet just seeing you. What did you want me to tell you? That I was soaking wet from seeing you fuck? Or that I was jealous of not being the girl? I didn't know how you would react, I even fainted from the shock."