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“The honesty thing goes a little against that, doesn’t it?” I give myself time to process her words, but after that, I still don’t agree with them.
“There are many ways to love people and things, Antonella. I love burying myself inside you and the feeling that fucking you gives me, I don’t think calling you love is fake, but if you don’t like it, I can stop.” She laughs softly.
“This is too deep of a conversation for us to have half-dressed and half-naked and totally smeared with cum…”
“This is a perfect conversation for this moment. I can’t think of a more intimate time to talk about intimacy.”
“Nah...” disdains and it’s my turn to laugh having more evidence of something I realized a long time ago.
“You’re afraid of intimacy, aren’t you?”
“I always thought you ran from it too...”
“No.” I shake my head, reaffirming my denial. “It was commitment that I ran away from, and as a consequence of that, intimacy just couldn’t happen. But in our case, there’s no correction for what isn’t wrong. There is no way to go through what we are going through without us creating intimacy, babe.I’m sorry, but you better deal with this.”
“Even if it’s not as easy as you like to make it look, it’s not like I have too many options.”
“No, love! You don’t...”
“I thought you said if I didn’t like it, you would stop.”
“You still haven’t told me you don’t like it.” I wait with a raised eyebrow and smile as she remains silent.
“I’m going to clean up the mess I made...” she says, at last.
“I really wanted to lick this mess...”
“Don’t you have to work?” she asks, but her nipples, again hard, testify against the disinterest in her words.Antonella makes a delicious pout and I laugh.What happened to her attachment to honesty?
“Damn, how I wanted to kiss you now! Promise to call me if you feel like it?” She denies with her head and rolls her eyes before answering.
“No! Or you won’t be able to work.” The smile that is drawn on my face is immense, not for the words spoken, but for the unspoken. “Bye, Marcos...”
“See you later, love.”
“How was your day?” I ask, completely naked, sitting on the bed and nestled in Marcos’ arms.
After nearly half an hour of unsuccessful attempts to pick something to watch on Netflix, his mouth on my neck tells me that our inability is giving me better ideas of how to occupy the rest of the night.
“Amazing... I got a delicious call at lunchtime.” I laugh with his answer, but my whole body shivers when I remember, and Marcos notices. “I’ve never had anything this delicious before,” he whispers in my ear, licks the skin behind it, and then blows. I drop my weight on him, and his hands reach out and squeeze my breasts.
“I guess you don’t want to see a movie anymore, huh?”
“No,Ella... Now I want to make a movie...” I turn my face so that he can see my narrowed eyes very well. When my ear is perfectly positioned in front of his lips, he finishes speaking. “Porn!”
I can’t stand it. I burst into laughter.
“You’re so stupid...” I try, but I can’t stop laughing.My body shakes so hard that I find myself lying on Marcos’ thigh, instead of sitting like I was before.
He bends over me, extends both arms, surrounds my head and looks at me.When Marcos plays with the tip of his nose in mine and smiles, my heart speeds up in my chest as if I were running a marathon.
“I like your smell so much...” Wanders his face through my skin, inhaling deeply.
“Now I just smell like sex...”
“I love that one too! Mixed with yours, it’s the best there is!” I want to resist and unleash another disdainful joke. But I don’t want to either.I want to enjoy this moment and then keep it with an incredible selection of others that I have hidden under lock and key in a forgotten part of my heart.
I keep them there intending not to think about them all the time, because thinking about Marcos all the time is more than enough to drive me crazy.I don’t need to think about moments like this.
