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Isabella waves and exits.
By the time Joaquin collects me and Adam’s empty dinner plates later in the evening, I can’t help but feel like a special friend in their world. It has certainly been an intense few days with the back-to-back thunderstorms, the ax chopping, the game playing, and the finger fondling. I may have to write a short story about my time here to thoroughly dive into my grandma’s memoir.
She is pleased to know I’ve found a safe spot to camp out, but she is insistent that I get to her sooner than later. I told her that was the plan first thing in the morning. And luckily, Joaquin received information that his power would be restored sometime during the early hours tomorrow. In addition, the tree removal has been completed in my grandmother’s area, so they should be moving this way. Hopefully, in time to please Nonna.
¨But can we play another round?¨ Adam pleads with his father.
It’s already past eight in the evening, and we all lost track of time while playing battleship, a childhood game from Joaquin’s time that he dug up from the basement. I was surprised by how fast Adam could catch on and play at the young age of six. However, he appears to be very advanced in the realm of games. It’s very impressive, as I can’t help but think it came from Joaquin. Something to do with strategy and cleaning and organizing, corners of my life that I struggle with. Dare I believe that if this was another dimension of my life, Joaquin and I would have a child who would be a great juxtaposition of creativity and organization. This thought alone causes my forehead to throb. I place my knuckle against it for a good rub.
¨It’s best to hit the bed, bud.¨
Adam pouts and folds his arms tightly against his chest.
¨You’ll be sent back to school the day after tomorrow. No need to keep your sleep patterns off.¨
Joaquin notices me ease my forehead and tilts his head in thought. This entire day, Joaquin has let his guard down. It’s clear he has taken a liking to me. As much as it tickles my sexual feathers and even warms my heart, I know it is best not to submerge myself in the net of possible love Joaquin may cast.
But he is so dreamy. So fucking hot with a wealth of knowledge I could learn from. Staying firm in all my goals while sandwiched within his walls is challenging. All I need is to look deep into my grandmother’s eyes, the woman who wasn’t afraid to show Hollywood what the power of being a fiercely independent woman can bring. The woman who raised me more than my very own mother.
As Joaquin sends Adam to bed, I hop into the shower to gather my thoughts. I hope to have a moment with Joaquin before bed, and as soon as I’m dressed in my purple satin pajamas, Joaquin has poured me a champagne glass of bubbly.
¨This is for successfully surviving these storms.¨
I raise my glass, and we clink them together. I promise to sip slowly.
¨Without killing each other.¨ I tease.
A part of me wants to bring up Isabella, but I leave it on the back burner as I’ve already prepared myself to leave Joaquin on the back burner as soon as I see my grandmother tomorrow.
God, this is going to be very hard.
After I take a second sip, Joaquin reaches for my free hand and guides me off the couch.
“I can’t resist you anymore.” He admits as he leads me to my room. It makes sense. His room is upstairs near Adam’s.
I can’t ignore the lust that rushes through my body like electricity. We both gave each other playful eyes throughout the day, hinting at our sexual secret.
Now, Joaquin is pinning me against his guest room wall. His mouth has opened mine with one helluva dominant tongue and lingering growl that drives a string of cream out of my womanhood.
“I need you more than you know,” he whispers into my ear.
My knees shake as his knee slips between my legs. His hand takes over, crawling up my pajama dress; he finds my satin thong. He gives it a sturdy tug at its thin strings.
His force is hot, mirroring my internal hunger for him.
Burrowing his mouth on my neck, I squeal. He scoops me up. My legs wrap around him like I’m climbing up a pole. Twirling me around, he places me delicately down on the bed. His shift from demanding and dominating to gentle and mindful spreads goosebumps across my flesh.
He glides down over my body and stops at my throbbing core. Lifting up my pajamas, his teeth latch onto the strings of my thong. He pulls at it gingerly and slides it down inch by inch with the sharpness of his teeth. My inner thighs tremble underneath his powerful will. He wants to taste me so desperately. He gives each inner thigh a steady sexy swipe of his tongue. I feel like a tender fairy about to be devoured.
His mouth, already wet from my tongue, cups my womanhood fervently.
I tug at his hair as my other hand grips the pillow’s corner. His lips, like mini breezes from the sea, flap fluttering kisses along my pussy.
“Nadia.” He says my name low and slow. He sounds like a commander, hot. His tongue slips between my slippery lips. He moves it fast, a tad erratic, excited. The rhythm feels practiced as it does naturally. There’s concentration, intention, and raw fucking passion.
“God!” I yell.
He doesn’t hush me up this time. Instead, it feels as if he is encouraging me to twitch and turn as the dance his mouth gives me is blatantly unruly.
