“I will.” I promise Lorena and the tears that’ve subsided start to rise back to the surface, causing my throat to tighten.
Not having the energy to cry any more than I already have, I end the video call and go to text Tomás but he beats me to it.
Tomás
Are you up?
Yes
Tomás
Good
Three dots appear then disappear. Though I’m not left wondering what he was going to text for long when the door flies open, and I’m met with Tomás’ silhouette standing in the doorway.
Loosening his tie, he steps inside, locking the door behind him. His body language screams of exasperation, yet his gaze radiates desire.
“Where did you go?” I ask, creeping toward the edge of the mattress, until I seat myself at the end.
“I spoke with the attorney.”
It takes a moment for me to register what he’s referring to, everything has felt like such a whirlwind lately, I almost forgot— despite telling his sister minutes ago on the phone— about the will.
“Oh. How did it go?”
“I like your dress,” he compliments, avoiding my question.
If it weren’t for the ease visibly washing over him, I’d press him more, but instead, I remain silent, waiting for him to elaborate.
He pulls the strap on one shoulder, pulling it down slowly before doing the same to the other side. “It’s so pretty,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over my skin as he lowers the fabric, exposing my pierced nipples to him. Hungry eyes drink me in before even hungrier lips devour me with gentle, attentive kisses from my neck, across my collarbone, and down to each breast. He continues peppers kisses that light my body on fire until his gentle nature grows possessive, and the dress that he so enjoyed on me, is no longer intact, and is now a shredded pile of fabric tossed on the ground.
My thighs part making space for him to stand between. He towers over me, hovering his head as he tips my chin upward.
“I won’t disappoint you.” His breath is a warm embrace traveling to every inch of my body until it settles onto the part of me that he’s been pining after. My heart.
In my head, I respond,I know you won’t.
“I won’t hurt you.”
I know.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
I know.
“I want to you to feel cherished.”
A tear manages to sneak past my lids, rolling down my cheek and his lips are there to catch it, giving me the permission I didn’t know I needed to put my guard down all the way. Not only for me, but for him as well.
His hands trace circles around each of my shoulders, dancing over my skin, taking their sweet time until our fingertips are intertwined. Our joined hands lift, and he silently takes the control I’m not only allowing him to take but want him to. Slowly he brings my arms overhead, until my back is flat against the mattress. The moment he lets go, my body mourns the absence of his touch.
“I need you,” he practically whimpers.
“I need you, too,” I whisper as my lids close on the impact of my confession, trying to fight back tears yet again.More than you know.
“You promise?”
I nod as he spits onto his erect shaft.
