I had to accept my reality. Everything I've lived with Lauren so far was just a dream, a fucking dream. I have not met her family, she has not stated to me, I have no alliance on the finger. I did not go to his apartment .... I've always stayed here in this apartment since leaving The Hills. I fell into such a deep depression when Lauren abandoned me, that I came into a parallel reality living a beautiful dream of love with her, which did not even exist. That night he goes out to try to get money .... It was not Lauren in that car, it was all an illusion. In fact the person was the one of Vero. I remember her possessing me several times, never seeming to get tired. I could not feel any pleasure, she was being brutalized. But what could I do? I was paid for it. But now, I've woken up to reality and have to be content to be what I've always been: A prostitute. *** AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I cheated you Hskndsjjsjsjdjsnajjajwjwjs I bet everyone had CU on hand right? How many tumbles did we have here? *** Pov Camila I choked. Something brought me back, pulling me out of that place and that excruciating despair. I coughed hard, trying to breathe again. Confusion. I could not take any information for granted. It was clear. The room was still timidly invaded by the dampness outside, but this time the reality that was slowly beginning to make more sense. - Calm down ... I tried to pull myself free. They were strong arms, and although the sensation of having them there seemed known and even comforting, I fought against them, much lost to understand. But they were too strong even for my panic. I coughed more often, and a sudden nausea took me with a great force to try to control her.I stretched my neck to the side, unable to see right, and everything inside me came out in a spurt of many mixed and disgusting things. My throat burned as if caught fire, and I could feel the arms around me loosen the tightness and fingers clutching my hair in a sort of improvised ponytail, trying to separate the strands of sweat that covered my face and neck. Nausea came in waves, and each wave resulted in a new spurt of something bad. My head began to ache instantly, but gradually I regained control of the situation, vomiting less and less, seeing more and more. A dark wood floor. Thank God it was not carpet. "Calm down, princess ..." The voice behind me came out hesitantly, trembling. My whole body trembled. I threw in more. Without thinking of anything, I took the right hand out of my chest and straightened it, staring at the thin ring on the ring, silently begging it not to disappear before my eyes. I touched it with my thumb, trying to contain the almost epileptic tremor, wanting to feel it and make sure that - yes - it was real. Relief. I spat one last time on the floor and fell limp on the soft mattress. It was sweaty in a way that did not match London's winter weather. She did not know if she was shaking with cold or nervous. My head ached and throbbed, and I could tell I was crying as soon as I opened my eyes. I was in shock, disheveled and feeling filthy. And Lauren, as a perfect and ridiculously beautiful goddess until she woke up, was looking at me that way, by my side. I knew I should ask her to stop and walk away, but I was feeling exceptionally exhausted and weak at that moment. In a rush, I threw myself into his chest, taking care not to touch my mouth against his skin, and I grabbed at her in desperation, wanting to feel her, wanting to make sure she was real too. - It was just a nightmare. She spoke in a velvety voice as she combed the rebellious threads that clung to the sweat of my forehead. "But you scared me." She touched my back with one of her fingers and I shuddered. I felt the blanket pulled over and covered, so all I wanted was to let myself relax glued to it. All was well now, and the relief that filled my chest like a balloon was so reassuring that I could even meditate. "Do you want to talk about your dream?" "No." My voice came out faintly, but decidedly, even hiding in his chest. I immediately noticed that it had made it obvious to Lauren that the dream was, in a way, about her. I closed my eyes and heard her sigh. "It was just a nightmare," she repeated. - An idiotic nightmare. I was silent, remembering the desperation of that dream, remembering that it had not been an "idiot" nightmare, but the most real nightmare I had ever had. Among many others that tormented me. And they were always related to her in one way or another. "You must have eaten something that did not do well yesterday. You'll feel better after a hot shower. My deplorable condition had nothing to do with bad digestion, I knew it. - I need to clean it up. "You're not going to clean anything." It's not good for that. "Lauren, there's a disgusting liquid on the floor of your parents' room. Someone cleans it later.I vomited, I cleaned. "Why are you insisting?" You know I will not let you do this. I did not argue. It was really pointless to insist on something that I knew was not going to happen, but anyway, I was happy to be having such a silly discussion. She was there, that was real, and that was all that mattered. Lauren got up on the other side of the bed and pulled me into her arms. - How's your head? I asked as I was carried in my arms to the bathroom. - Hurting a little. But I'm used to hangovers. It was a pity that I could not say the same of mine, which now throbbed uncomfortably, as if to remind myself that that day had not begun very well. - Wait. I need to brush my teeth first. I said as she led me to the stall. Lauren accepted my request, standing me in front of the sink and looking at me as if I was about to have a heart attack. I tried to ignore the fact that she was completely naked. When I finished brushing my teeth, I saw that the shower was already on for me. He threw an incredibly strong stream of warm water. I let the force of the shower massage my scalp, closing my eyes and enjoying the good feeling there for some time. Instinctively I grabbed my ring with my other hand and, as if that were enough, I stood still. - You do not look well. - She said, joining me inside the stall and bringing me back to reality. - I'm great. - I concluded. After waking up from that nightmare, everything was fine. More than great. I noticed that she was looking at me a little annoyed. - What is it? - I left some marks yesterday. I looked at myself for the first time and saw some dark, purplish spots on my waist, on the inside of my thighs (exactly where her hips hit), on my wrists. "Ah ..." I started, still looking at my arms. "Okay, the clothes are covered. "Do you have something with a turtleneck?" She asked, touching some points on my neck as if she wanted to show me that it was ugly there. - I have a scarf. She sighed a little sadly, staring at me for some time, only to then approach dangerously. "I have to remember to take it easy with you." Sometimes I forget that I have a stick, and I end up getting too excited. She said, walking the safe distance between us and hugging me. I realized that the warmth of her body was so much better than the warmth of the heated water from the shower that now struck her back. His mouth, but only close to my neck, now gave calm kisses but wet by the probable bruises that were there. I shivered, returning the hug. I tried not to grab her hair again, but it was involuntary. They seemed to be there solely and exclusively for this. I felt his mouth wander from side to side of my neck, in a quiet and torturous way, tracing a path of fire through which he passed. His tongue came down and up, close to my ear and on the edge of my shoulder. I was going to explode at some point, and it would all be her fault. I remembered the dream again, still fresh in my imagination, which made that moment even better. The thought of losing her, of having to walk away from her again, or worse: being abandoned by her, I was growing more and more terrified, precisely because I used to get more and more close to her and depend on her presence. It was possible that I was developing some sort of phobia or syndrome, and perhaps I was afraid that she would find out and think I was too strange. But that did not stop me from nourishing a growing possessive feeling that became worrying. "You do not have to take it easy. You do not have to change anything. No need because I love everything about you. I love even the marks you leave on my body, because they are yours. Because there is nothing better than to feel that you are mine, and there is nothing better than to belong to you alone. You do not have to change anything. As long as you stay with me. I felt his arm reach out and the next second the hot water stopped falling.The cold was completely forgotten, because she still played with my neck in such a natural way that it gave me goose bumps that had nothing to do with winter. I felt something cold on my back and I jumped by surprise. I noticed that Lauren had pressed me against one of the wet walls of the stall, holding me between the tiles and her body. Pulling away from my neck, she now looked at me with a certain contentment, as if she were starting to amuse herself. "If you tell me I do not have to take it easy, I'm going to get really heavy." She said, looking directly into my eyes purposefully. She had fun with this sort of thing, as if she dared to look away. Lauren pressed her body against mine hard, making me feel the pressure of something hard against my belly. I smiled at the sensation. I slid my hands down her body, pulling out of her hair and walking over her shoulders, tightening her breasts and lowering down, feeling every little detail and fold in her skin. Touching and following with each eye every inch, every inch. She was real. I traced my fingers down my firm back, stopping at the bottom and making some more pressure there, both to feel that part and to bring it more against my body. I could not remember if I had ever touched her butt, but I had to remember to do it more often. I kissed her wet nipples gently. After I sucked hard, she shuddered. I felt the tips of my fingers aching, and I realized I was squeezing her too hard. Unconsciously. As if I did not want to leave it, as if I wanted to merge it with myself, in the hope that we two would be one, we could not separate further. The hairs on the back of my neck were pulled gently, causing me to lift my head in reaction, and the next second I felt his tongue slide into mine in a calm, sensual, intense way. There was a strong taste of mint, and I wondered when she'd brushed her teeth. I did not go deep in the attempt to discover the answer, because she was already intensifying the kiss a little more, sliding her hands behind my back as if to memorize them. She stopped at the curve of my lower back making circles, as if she were teasing, as if to say, "I'm going down, but only when I want." And I wanted so badly that those hands went down ... I balled on my toes, her to touch me. She understood and just laughed. He brought one of his hands to the nape of my neck again and, forcefully, made my lips slide against hers in a violent way, giving his tongue a passage to invade my mouth more and more, always touching new points and gliding there different forms. Lauren could apply so much pressure there that my lips already ached a little, but the pain was good. I turned my fingers to his hair, because in the end, grabbing it like that was the way to give your hands better access to my own body. Our movements were not as calm as they were at first, but rather violent and a little rude.They screwed up my ass. I cheated silently. Maybe the skin on my belly got marks too, since Lauren and her unobtrusive excitement were hurting me. "I do not know how you can do this ..." she said, lightly interrupting the kiss and taking a breath, but not allowing me to answer or ask "Do what?" Because the next second her tongue was slipping into mine again. His hands made a hook and lifted me without difficulty. I instinctively intertwined my legs on her hips, still pressed between the wall and her warm body, clinging desperately to her neck and letting her do whatever she wanted with me. The hard, uncomfortable thing that hurt the skin of my belly ceased to be uncomfortable and slid into me without any trouble, drawing an involuntary sigh from my mouth. I felt a strong shiver with penetration, curling my fingers and toes tightly, closing my eyes violently. She was mine. I tightened the loop of my legs around her as I felt her move inside me. I repeated the act with my arms, almost suffocating her. I remembered the dream, remembered the feeling of losing it, of being without it. I shivered again. The knots on my fingers probably hurt, but I did not. Between them were the strands of her hair, so it was obvious that I was hurting her too. But I could not be aware of it. Without the slightest explanation, she was being taken again by an irrational panic of losing her. It was a bad moment, but it was not in my hands to stop him or not. That was real. But there was no certainty if that reality would last forever. The shivers grew stronger. Since when had I become completely dependent on her? Well, maybe the answer was "forever", and thinking about the fact that Lauren was so important to me as to be indispensable was terrifying. My face was tucked into his neck. I was motionless, trying to deal with the diametrically opposed feelings of panic and pleasure. So I was taken by surprise to feel, once again, my hair being pulled. But this time, the pull came hard, violently, without any care. I felt pain, but I was silenced by the proximity of our faces. His forehead was propped against mine, and his gaze carried that intensity that existed whenever she wanted to say something very, very important. - I will not leave you. She looked at me as if punctuating the phrase with a "You understood well, you stupid?" "Fuck those nightmares, they're just stupid dreams! I stared at her, not moving a muscle. She pulled my right hand from her hair, bringing it to the small space between us, and without saying anything, sucked my ring, wanting to make me remember the presence of something there. She was standing in front of me, with those sad green eyes so beautiful, confessing her intentions and almost begging me to believe them. And if that was not enough, nothing else would be. Lauren pressed me harder against the wall, but ignored the cold, hard tiles. I relaxed my body and mind to receive it again. His arms around me gave me a sense of frightening protection. Still, I could not help but remember that the same sense of protection was ancient, and existed even before the moment when she had resolved to abandon me. And the memory of her abandonment, her dependence, and the dread of losing her insisted on being there. One more kiss. So furious that he managed to silence my thoughts. Something told me she was a bitch, maybe because of my own insecurity. I was amused by this absurd idea. - Believe me? She asked, a little breathless, still with sad eyes. Sometimes the guilt she carried was obvious. It was as if I was aware of a debt I had with me, and it seemed to make a point of remembering more than myself. I believed. Believing her intentions, she believed I could do her good. He believed because he could not see any trace of lies in those eyes.I trusted she was ready to take the risk again. Even because it was the only thing I could do. I believe. We ended that discussion, at least momentarily. It seemed wrong to opt for worry when we had so many things to enjoy together. More than that, he looked stupid. I would never be sure that she would always belong to me, but no woman in the world could be sure of that either. In this respect, my situation was no different from anyone else's. And what a failure it would be if I kept whining when, in front of me, my princess made it clear that she was always inclined to make me happy. His cock touched me a little to the left, inside my pussy. In a place known, a place that belonged even to his touch. My eyes rolled back in my sockets, my body trembling with the electricity that ran through each cell. She knew where to touch me; She knew me like no one else. Lauren stepped back and forth like that. It did not take many strokes when she reached my G spot, and seconds later I would be exploding in an induced orgasm. I kissed her in despair, making the act of breathing a bit challenging. But it did not matter. The wave of pleasure came, as I had anticipated. I tried not to scream, stifling the loud groans against his mouth. My knuckles were already throbbing, and my eyes were so tightly closed that they ached too. I ignored all this to feel it fully one more time. I stood very still, analyzing the tingling sensation at the tips of my fingers. It was interesting. Lauren, like me, seemed a little absent, probably coming back from her own climax. I waited in a backpack position, still clinging to his neck, not wanting to break the heat exchange between our bodies. I stopped feeling the cold of the tiles. The shower was switched on again and the drops fell on my back. Making some elaborate contortionism for me to understand, Lauren reached for the soap and passed it all the way down my back. I shuddered a little at the good feeling, peeling off her neck to give her better mobility. I let her soap my whole body, just to have the excuse of doing the same thing with hers. Not because of lust, but simply because I wanted to feel her a little more. After some time we left the box. She dried herself, dried me - again making me feel like an invalid, and at the same time not giving a damn about it - and wrapped both of us inside a soft sheet the size of a sheet. She held me in a hug and kissed my neck every five seconds. We have not spoken a word for all this time. When I mentioned walking, Lauren grabbed me by the belly and lifted me so that my feet could not touch the floor anymore, and then walked out of the bathroom, the two of them still wrapped in the towel like sardines. I could not stop laughing. It was difficult to get her to let me go, so it took me a while to pick out the right clothes in my suitcase. I finally realized that I had brought a black turtleneck sweater, which would be perfect to cover my marks. I put on one of my skinny pants and put on the same boot I wore when I arrived in London. Before I put on the sweater, I went back to the bathroom to pass on my bruise cream, and when I entered the room again, the scent did not go unnoticed by her. Five minutes later I was still struggling to get her off of me in bed, reminding her that I had to get cleaning products to clean the disgusting thing that was still on the other side. Downstairs, we met with Clara. - Good morning, darlings! She spoke with an enlightened smile, looking genuinely happy to see us, giving each of us a tight hug. "Why did you wake up so early?" I did not know what time it was, and by the looks of it, Lauren did not either. - 07: 15h yet ... Looks like we're getting up early. She said, looking at the new watch on her wrist and smiling hypnotically at me. "Actually, Clara ..." I started, blinking a few times to stop glaring at him. "There's been an accident up there ..." "Mama, any maids come in today?" Can someone clean the room? - Three. - No need to send any ... - Great. Camz did not wake up very well today. I think half of the Christmas dinner is on the floor of our room. I blushed."Are not you feeling well?" Clara asked with a worried expression. "I'm fine now ... I just woke up a little strange. But I really can- "" Do not worry, my dear. She interrupted me, already climbing the stairs - Emma is cleaning my room. I'll ask her to clean yours. - Thank you, Mom. Clara nodded, not looking. When she got upstairs, I screamed for her to hear. "Apologize to Emma for me!" I do not know if she heard, but no, "Lauren said, looking at me with a neutral expression, and I felt every second more annoyed. "I hate giving people jobs. - They're paid for it. "Just because they have to serve you, does not mean they have to be left with unpleasant jobs. Lauren spoke more than half a dozen words as she led me to the kitchen.I ignored all his arguments, making my tantrum clear. Of course, that only amused her. We passed the living room and found Michael sitting on one of the sofas reading the newspaper. I waved at him from the door, but Lauren came in to greet him. Apparently, we were the only ones awake. The house in the morning had an even nicer smell, and I could not even tell what exactly it was. It was a little cold, but it was still warm. *** I had black tea with cookies, not because I wanted to follow English customs, but because of my morning sickness. Since I did not want to give anyone more work, I thought I'd better take care of myself. "You want to go for a walk?" I was ripped from my reverie when Lauren spoke at the foot of my ear, no doubt noticing my distraction once more and having fun waking me up. - Tour? At where? - Around. Two minutes later, we were walking "around" as she had suggested. The morning was cold, still with the seemingly typical fog of London, so I was grateful to Lauren for offering me a warm and cute overcoat before we left. The grass was very wet, not rain but dew. All the smells there were wonderful, and I wondered if my worship of practically everything in that place was psychological, simply because of my well-being. We reached the back of the house. If the front made the garden seem modest, that impression dissipated when one arrived there. It was a huge area, as far as I could see. In the distance, the water from a huge, unplugged fountain seemed so cold that it looked frozen. Lauren looked like my private tour guide, reporting every little detail of every plant and stone in that place. I listened intently, but I had to admit that I was more distracted by her presence and her careless manner than by what she was talking about. "On my father's last birthday, we had a party here. It was April. She continued, pointing to the stone benches that ran through the tall bushes and Victorian-style white garden tables and chairs, several of them lined up in a huge field surrounded by trees of various sizes, a little lifeless from the cold. There were poles of light all over the place, accompanied by beacons and low lights on the ground that marked the paths near the tree trunks. I imagined what a party would be like there, the effect of that lighting on a spring night. I sighed. We reach the fountain. I stared hypnotized to the bottom of him for no reason. The water was a little shaky because of the wind. Not even gray weather could make that place look less perfect. Lauren took some cloths from her own coat, which I had no idea where they came from, and placed them side by side on the high wall of the fountain, covering the dew-stained marble stone and making mention of me to sit on on top of one of the cloths. That's what I did, and she repeated my act. For some reason, I was a bit tense. - You like it here? - Very. I spoke honestly, smiling. "It's more or less like a dream. She smiled back, but her smile faded. "Speaking of a dream ... I wanted to know what your business was this morning." I stopped smiling too. "It was just a nightmare, remember?" I remember. But I want to know. - Why do you want to know? "Because I know I have to do with him. I knew she knew. She even knew what the essence of the dream was, if I took her words in the bathroom as a reference. "Well, you were not in it. "Still ..." I woke up beside a woman I did not know. She was a customer. It was as if you had not come back that day. A heavy silence hung over us, as I knew it would happen. Lauren kept looking at me with a neutral expression, as if she were processing every word of mine. "You know these dreams only happen because you have that fear, do not you?" She seemed calm, as if we were talking about Christmas. It made me calm down, too. - Know. "So you can at least try-" "Try not to be afraid?" This is not in my hands. We were silent again, and I noticed that for the first time we were talking about that sensitive subject. It was the subject we avoided anyway, but now there she was, taking that moment as if the conversation were banal. And although it was not trivial, although it was difficult to talk about it, it was not bad either. Something told me that I would leave with a few pounds down my back. "I will not leave you again.""You said-" "I'll repeat it until you believe me." She looked slightly exalted. - I believe. - Do not believe. If you believed ... "" I believe it, but I can not get over my insecurity. I'm sorry if that pisses you off ... "Her voice rose an octave. "It pisses me off that you do not trust me!" "If I did not, I would not be here." Not after what you did to me. I answered in the same octave. She seemed to lose the thought. "You ... you do not ..." "Do you trust me?" - Of course I trust! She said, seeming offended by the question. "So what the hell was it to lock me up in your house if I decided to leave?" - That was at the beginning! I already gave you the key to the apartment, you can leave whenever you want! "And as if you were rushing to add an important detail to the conversation," interrupted my reply. "But if you do, I'm right behind you." "If you trusted me, there would not be that" if "in your sentence. She looked at me in despair, that despair of defeat accepted. She knew my argument was valid. Without much else to say, she looked at her hands in her lap and sighed lifeless. I was a little sad to see her like that, so I broke the silence. "Do you think I would consider leaving you?" What would I get out of it? She knew I would not get anything. I knew I just had to lose. But still, he hesitated. "You said you were leaving that day-" "I did not know what you wanted with me that day. He seemed to want to play with my fucking pain. - I did not want! I just did not know how to handle it! I did not know ... "" I know that. Now. She lowered her head again, and I might even say that she was playing poorly on purpose if she did not know her well. But Lauren, deep down, was really a child who needed confirmations and certainties. - Lo. I gripped her chin firmly and made her look at me. "I'm not going anywhere. She could easily disengage herself from my grip, but she did not. Instead, she stared at me with those sad green eyes, bright, beautiful. My God, I wanted to have a child with those same eyes someday. She blinked a few times, her face very close to mine. Without thinking, I let my body act of its own accord and approached his mouth, kissing it passionately, calmly. She returned it, pulling me gently closer to her, and when I realized it, I was already sitting on her lap, effortlessly. It was not a furious or desperate kiss. It was a show of simple, comfortable affection, something that rarely happened to us. It was a time when we both allowed each other to enjoy each other's company without compromise, without demands. It was simply one of the most perfect moments of my life. - Believe me? I asked, still against his mouth. I believe. She kissed my chin, my ear and the entire length of my face. He tried to kiss my neck, but he wrapped himself around the top of my sweater and snorted. I laughed without reason. - I love your perfume. I've always loved. - Ever? I said, looking at her to challenge her to remember that I had worn that "perfume" a long time ago. - Ever. From the first day I felt it. She spoke as she inhaled and exhaled on the skin of my face, everywhere I could reach. The chills that formed there had nothing to do with the cold wind of the garden. - Can I ask you something? I said, a little shy. I was curious. She had made me curious. - Clear. "Since when do you like me?" The question went down even to our minimum distance. She did not seem to shake at all, and continued to stroke soft kisses along the line of my chin. "I do not know ..." "You told your family yesterday that it was the day we met in the square near your house-" "No, that was invention. - She spoke calmly, returning to my mouth and punctuating each phrase with a seal - I liked you before that. I just was not aware. "And when were you aware?" "A little before your birthday." "And when did you admit it?" When I left.Although I was afraid to remember those details with her, I was not sad. Perhaps the growing freedom between us was making everything more comfortable, at least for me. And I wanted her to be as comfortable as I was. I hugged her by the neck as I used to and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled a little sad. "Any more questions?" She asked, playing with a lock of my hair. - Actually yes. I replied, suddenly remembering one thing. "That quote on the paper of the bouquet. "What quote?" - From Gandhi. In pencil, on the back of the paper with the flowers. "Hmmm ..." She looked thoughtful, trying to remember. "I guess I was drunk. I tend to be honest when I drink. I think you already noticed that. "Yeah." "I thought I'd erased it before handing it to you, but I was really drunk. That was my dilemma. I did not want to take it on, but at the same time I wanted you to know it somehow. "I did not understand. But I decided to keep the paper in case you ever want to explain it. "And have you discovered your favorite flower?" "You made me like Camellias." - Smile. "If we were in the spring, you would be surrounded by them now. "Well ..." I started, a little unsightly. "Maybe ..." "Yes." She interrupted me. "You'll be here next spring. "And what will be the occasion?" I asked without much curiosity. - You will see. She spoke with a deliberately exaggerated mysterious air. Then I wondered how she would bring me like this, without further ado, without having to drop her obligations. Unlike me, Lauren had things to do. "You'll come with me, will not you?" I asked before I could reason and come to the conclusion that the question was idiotic. She laughed. - Clear. "Are not you going to ruin your business?" - No. No problem. She replied simply, smiling and giving me another bag. The subject reminded me of something that had hammered in my head for some time. It was a call for help, and as much as there was no problem, I felt a little embarrassed to talk about it. - Um ... I wanted to ask you something ... - Anything. - Anything? Promise? She hesitated for a moment, perhaps considering the possibility of me asking for something completely obdurate. But at last he consented. - Say it. - I wanted your help ... You're a person who usually gets the things you want, right? "Usually ..." She was suspicious. - I just wanted you, you know ... I got something for myself. She continued in silence, waiting for me to explain. "Not that I'm using you, but I've tried-" "I'm listening. She was getting a little tense, and I could feel it. "It's just that I wanted you to help me ... to get a job." I shut up, but as the silence seemed uncomfortable, I hastened to speak again - I know I am not qualified for anything, but I am not asking for something very elaborate. I just wanted to work on something, anything, to occupy my time and to pay at least some of the expenses I have already given ... She continued to look at me calmly, apparently more relieved by the simple fact that she was no longer being curled up. But she was still serious. "You know you do not have to work." - I want to. - Because? "I told you-" I began, trying to look less embarrassed. "This situation makes me sick. - What a situation? "You know the situation. I do not want to earn as much as you do, nor do I dream about it. My salary may be what you tip. I just want to win something. I do not want to be a dead weight ... - Do you still think dead weight? After all this time? Did you hear a word I've told you to this day? Though annoyed, she was calm. That was fine. - I know ... - I approached your face, for no particular reason - I just want to collaborate with something as well. And I know you do not, but I'd feel better. Much better. And I would not be asking you if I could manage alone. She kept looking at me, again wanting me to go on without her needing to ask. - You tried? I resolved to be sincere and to speak exactly what came to my mind, even if it seemed inappropriate."Yes. I spent some time trying, but I could not. Then I gave the bad luck of a guy to remember me ... And I freaked out. That's when you found me. I knew she understood. Not that Lauren had shown it in any way, but I just knew it. She sighed. - It's all right. It will not be difficult. I felt weakly victorious. - I already know the answer ... - She started, interrupting my silent celebration - But it does not cost anything to ask: Do you want to work in my company? - Not! There were several reasons for that answer. First, I did not want to stay there just because of my relationship with her. Besides, she was aware that she could not do anything, not even play a decent role as a secretary. That way, not only would I be there for being "the boss's worthless girlfriend," but I would also earn a good salary (I was sure she would take care of it) without doing anything useful at all. Besides all this, the less I had contact with entrepreneurs, the better. I was not in such a comfortable position to afford to take risks and ruin my life, which finally seemed to start improving. And Lauren understood all those reasons. - I imagined. "Anything simple is fine. Really ... - Do not worry. If you are going to be happy about it, it will be done your way. I sighed again, touching our foreheads and our noses. - Thanks. She smiled, and then I felt like grabbing her. Fortunately, before we finished the two inside the icy fountain, we heard a voice echoing in the distance through the open field. It was Clara making some kind of signal for us to come back. "This family loves me. She finished, pulling me off her lap and lifting us to her feet as she took the cloths from the top of the fountain. "And who does not?" I thought, as I casually adjusted my overcoat, tightening my knot at the waist to keep me warm. I was light and happy. I was with her, and I was beginning to realize that this simple fact always made everything so much better. I raised my head again and saw Lauren staring at me with a slightly surprised expression, a faint smile on her lips and a joy in her eyes. I immediately understood what had happened. I had "thought" out loud. I felt my face blush violently, boiling with shame. - Ahm ... Let's go? I said, trying to escape from that embarrassing moment. But it was obvious that she would not let me escape unharmed. So, seconds later I accepted the fact that I was grabbed and taken in a brutal kiss, leaving me defenseless, just like the movie kisses. Lauren finally dropped me off in that gelatinous state I used to get when she stopped touching me. - Beautiful. - Right. I coughed, clearing my throat and smiling stupidly. "Come on ... I walked out the front. She laughed with my embarrassed attitude, and then caught up with me in her long strides. Without saying a word, he interlaced his fingers in mine, twisting the ring a little with his thumb. My face grew colder and cooler as we approached the house. The clock now ticked 08:30 in the morning. Wow, my love. It's your fifth piece of cake. "If you want to have a fat, healthy child, let me eat in peace." Again the subject was in Taylor's pregnancy. We arrived in the kitchen and met Oliver at his side for breakfast. Clara was sitting at the head of the table, watching her daughter eat near her. "Well, if it is not my denatured sister who finally comes to see me before I leave." Taylor punctuated, still eating the piece of cake in her hands, teasing Lauren. - You will leave today? She asked a little in astonishment as we sat on the chairs in front of her and Oliver. "Let's spend Christmas day with Oliver's family as usual, big head."But for the amount of suitcases, I thought I was going to stay for at least a week this time." - I just increased the amount of luggage to increase the options. Oliver looked at us with an extremely slutty face of "and plenty left for me." - Get used to it. - Taylor said in a scolded tone at the expression of her husband - My wardrobe will get even bigger with the clothes of pregnant. "Do you have any symptoms yet?" I asked, a little curious. - Not many. A week ago I wanted to eat okra with chantily, but I think that's all. - Cool! Lauren exclaimed, amused. - It was not cool. "She vomited a baby-green goo the next morning. - Wow! Are not pregnancies the maximum? Lauren said again, this time cackling openly. - Pregnant women are an armed bomb, mana. Chris entered the conversation, breaking through the black robe kitchen, with Michael behind him - Suddenly, boom! There's something inside of them crying and kicking. "That" thing "you are referring to is your nephew, your insensitive troglodyte. - Taylor said, not really giving much importance to Chris. - Honey, wear a suit. We have someone new to the family. Clara said, in a gentle yet reprehensible way. "Oh, Mother, Mila will not look at me. She prefers a certain dark white and gothic thing from the depths. A loaf of bread flew over Chris's face. "Lauren, do not play with food." - Yeah, Lo. Taylor said calmly. "Why do you like to push things?" Michael asked rhetorically. - Welcome to the madness of my family. Clara spoke into my ear. Smile. There was no denying that I loved that madness. Laughing at all of them and the wonderful dynamics that were happening there. I felt a hint of Lauren's envy for having such a beautiful family, and suddenly my parents' homesickness hit me full. I lost concentration on what Jauregui's said for a moment. Not in regrets, but only in the desire to have Sinuhe and Alejandro still with me, so that I could introduce Lauren to them. He was sure they would get along. Then I found myself wondering if I would have known her if my parents had not died. In the end, that's why I took that course, and that's how it came into my life. I did not know the answer to that question. It was only when the environment became strangely quiet that I suddenly awoke, seeing them again in front of me. Michael looked with a satisfied expression on Lo, and Chris looked proud with something or someone. Clara was acting discreetly, though I did not understand what exactly her discretion was about, folding napkins in front of her and smiling a little sheepishly. Oliver also cast strange glances at Lauren, and Taylor, as always different from the others, looked directly at me with a provocative smile and a look. I had lost something, but I did not know what. - Nice ring, Mila. The words of Lauren's younger sister had the effect she certainly wanted. If it were possible for someone to die of shame, my body would be cold already. I let my hand fall under the table, hiding the focus from everyone's attention. My lack of attention was almost a "Lauren gave me an alliance! Look how shining!"My lack of attention was almost a "Lauren gave me an alliance! Look how shining!" I was about to answer something. Probably something like "Hmpf ... It's ... Anh ..." but thank God I was interrupted by a loud, low voice. I did not even know where she came from, but I obeyed immediately. "Get out of my kitchen!" NOW! I need to cook! Not only I, but all who were seated jumped from their chairs with the fright. It was only when I was almost at the door that I noticed that the order had come from a chubby old woman, probably the cook, someone I've noticed not having one of the best moods. But Clara still smiled at her side, so maybe she was always that "effusive." We let her work. I made a point of going into the bedroom and spending the rest of the day hiding there - my face was still boiling with shame. But he dragged me into the now empty living room, and we threw ourselves on the sofa facing the open fire-her sitting and me lying on her lap. We were silent. The house was colder than the night before. Chris joined us a little later, now wearing his own clothes for the winter. "So you stay here until tomorrow?" He asked, and for the first time what I heard coming out of his mouth was not a joke. "Yes. We'll be leaving at 1 o'clock tomorrow." Lauren replied, fidgeting lightly in my hair, and I began to feel sleepy again. They were silent again. I felt her fingers move back into my hair. My eyelids, by now, had weighed a few tons, and each blink seemed like forever. The fire danced quietly before my eyes, the warmth of the room was comforting. Everything was packing me there. "I said everything would work out-" I heard Chris's voice in the distance. He seemed to have fun with something. - IS. I should have believed. "Of course you should. I'm always right. From then on, I chose to ignore every conversation they had, allowing me to resume my interrupted sleep that morning. *** Lauren woke me up when lunch was served. I fought her for not waking me up earlier, so I could have helped with the table. She ignored me. Clara told me to prepare a light dish especially for me because of the bad morning. I told her that I need not have worried, but she also seemed to ignore me. We ate fast, since within an hour Taylor and Oliver would be leaving. Michael even asked a few more questions about pregnancy, such as the expected date of delivery and when and where the baby shower would be. When we were done, I helped clear the table, though it seemed to have a maid exclusively for that job. Lauren tried to drag me away again, so I threatened to kill her if she did not let me do that. She agreed. And then, faster than I wanted to, the time to see Taylor and her husband leave came. I liked them, though I did not understand the timing of Oliver's jokes and Taylor's oddities. But there was simply no way to dislike them. "Hey, Mila ... We're good, are not we?" Oliver said goodbye to everyone, apparently leaving me last on purpose. - Clear. I said, using a casual tone in my voice. "I hope you did not even find me an asshole." That joke, really was not for bad ... - All right, I understand ... - You understand why it's cool. Taylor interrupted, glaring again at her husband. "If it was me, I would kick him in the middle of his legs. Oliver made a face of pain and I laughed. "Mila, I loved meeting you. If you want to tour France one of these days, ask Lauren for our address. I will love to show you Paris. "I'll keep that in mind for a possible outbreak of madness." I said, laughing at his absurd idea of a "walk" in another country. Taylor gave me a tight hug, tighter than the ones I was accustomed to receiving. But before she walked away, I heard her voice as soft as bells in my ear, and I was sure that only I could hear what she said at that moment. - Take care of her. She pulled away still staring at me, and then I realized that only one person could look at me more intensely and mysteriously than Lauren: Her sister. And even if she was weird like that, even if I did not understand half the things she meant when she looked at me, my intuition insisted on working on the idea that I could trust her. I cringed. The connection between our gazes was cut off like that, all of a sudden, when she decided to sneak away from me and give Clara, Michael and Chris a last hug a little in front of me on the steps of the stairs.- Au revoir! She finished, gracefully bowing and pirouetting in the place to hop like a dancer, always beautiful, to the taxi where Lauren and Oliver tried to pack their bags. Pov Lauren - Congratulations again, man. I said to Oliver, hugging him and wishing him a good trip after leaving the suitcase in the taxi. - Thank you. I'm rooting for a girl, but let's see. He said excitedly, but then his expression turned a little serious as he repeated the apologies about the joke he had made and the way he had made Camz dull. I tried to convince him that everything was fine, and then Taytay came to us. - Honey, tell the driver to let the meter work. I'll be in the car in three minutes. When Taylor spoke that way, we understood. It was that simple. Then Oliver consented and got into the taxi, closing the door and leaving us alone to talk. I was waiting for that. - I'm happy for you. She began gently. I thanked. We stared at each other for a while. "You know I know there's something." And I know it has nothing to do with you, but with her. I knew it. Taylor was strange, always had been. She was very sensitive. He had pulled it from our mother, but it seemed to happen more strongly. Some friends called it telepathy, others more spiritual said it was something energy or something. Whatever it was, we were always surprised by her ability to simply know things, and so we could never hide anything from her or from our mother. But Taylor was frightening. "And I know it's serious." "I'd be surprised if you did not know." She kept staring at me. If I did not know that Taylor really could not read my thoughts, letter by letter, I would now be uncomfortable with the way he looked at me, in panic for thinking that my secrets were being revealed there, before my eyes, without my being able to do anything. I sighed. "If you've chosen to keep a secret, it's none of my business." She resumed, holding my hand. "But it's none of my business if you promise me that no matter what, your happiness will not be at stake." I clutched his hands, wanting to get through all the firmness and certainty I felt when I spoke those words. But she did not need to: She knew it was true. "I promise you I've never been so happy." She smiled. It was a smile of relief, of comfort, of complicity. It was the smile Taylor used to make when he came to the conclusion that, after all, there was nothing wrong. - Are you alright. "She said, with all the wisdom that was not common with younger sisters." And if you're okay, then it makes no difference. She hugged me and lifted her head like a child asking for a kiss. Then I gave her a loving kiss on her, hugging her with all the love my sister's side kept. - Take care. I want a chubby, rosy nephew to spoil. I said, already feeling a twinge of sadness in letting her go. "When he starts feeling lonely, I'll demand a cousin." - She said, jumping to the car while smiling. "Tell Camillinha this." Taylor opened the door and sat in the backseat, but before closing it, she seemed to remember one last thing and put her head out again, just to say what was missing. - Ah: I really liked her. She smiled and slammed the car door as she headed out of the yard shortly. We all followed the taxi with his eyes until he turned in the entrance and disappeared into the street. The automatic gate closed and I walked back up the stairs to the house. My father hugged my mother affectionately, and Chris just stared at the horizon with his hands in his pockets. Camila chose to stand behind them, next to the door, and seemed to be out of place. - I'LL BE GRANDMA! My mother shouted suddenly, hands up, scaring everyone in the room. I just had time to see Camila shake from head to toe and start laughing later. I did not hold back laughing, too, and my father followed. - Compose yourself, woman! Chris shouted, his hand on his chest, but he was laughing too. Her scream was followed by a laugh of ridiculous victory, and then I realized who I'd pulled the horrible way of dancing. - I am so happy! She continued, like a fifteen-year-old girl, and I saw a little of Taytay's serelep manner appearing in her. "Darling, we'll be the youngest and most attractive grandparents in England. My dad teased, squeezing his cheek. - That's true.Camila said without even realizing it, and I noticed that she had thought out loud again. - I hope it's a big boy. And I hope Oliver does not make him a frenetic Frenchman. Chris said absently. "Honey, stop criticizing the sexuality of others and get a girlfriend. - Damn it, mama! I have feelings! I laughed at his face, which looked really hurt. He punched me, but I expected no less. Our mother no longer listened to him, jumping into the house as she screamed again, leaving all the employees there aware as well, if any of them did not yet know. - I'LL BE GRANDMA! CHAMPAGNE! That afternoon flew by. We passed, my father, Chris and I, a good part of her discussing more business matters. I felt a little guilty for leaving Camila alone, and prayed all the time that my mother was not somewhere in the house to talk to her about more details of her past. As soon as a topic of our subject cooled off, I asked for permission and went looking for it. I found it for the first time and all five of the following in the same place: In the tv room watching drawing channels. My mother had drank yet another celebration for her grandson, and since I did not find her in any corner, I assumed she had spent the whole afternoon sleeping. I did not like to spend hours talking about the company-though lately I could say I was disgusted less-but it was really unbearable to put up with competing with Camila on a fluffy couch and a warm comforter wrapped up to her eyes, watching SpongeBob SquarePants. - Dad, we talked enough. Let's stop here, "Chris said suddenly, as our father began another" Good ... "- If Lauren leaves this room and come back with a child's face with candy stolen one more time I think I'll kill myself. I did not think that argument would work, but it worked. I left the living room and went to join her at dusk, opening a crevice in the duvet and wrapping myself with it there. I realized that my arrival had woken her from another nap. - Stay awake! "I spoke for no reason at all, just to bring up a subject. "I ... I do not think I want to sleep tonight." I looked at her with hope that this had been a tease or some joke that somehow indicated that I would have to spend the night awake with her as well. That is, sex. - What is it? She spoke sweetly, staring back at me and wondering why my depraved smile on her face, so I noticed that her comment had been really innocent. Shit. I snuggled closer to her, leaning my head against her shoulder and thrusting my face into her neck as I had done so many times. The scent of almonds was weak, which was good to help keep me calm. My left hand ran under the blanket, fumbling and searching for her right. I swiveled my ring there voluntarily and did not know if my new craze was because I wanted to make sure the ring was there or because I wanted to remind myself of its simple existence. It was a reminder of her "yes." We stood there for a long time doing nothing but watching TV. She seemed to amuse herself with jokes I did not pay attention to because her low, hoarse, incredibly cute laugh was far more interesting than anything in that room. I realized that I had fallen completely in love with the sound of her laughter. I was paying attention every time she laughed. I spent hours concentrating on just that, until at some point Chris appeared like a haunt. "Children, I'm going to bed. - Chris, it's 9:00. I said, looking at my watch. - I know, but I'm a mess. I could not sleep properly tonight. And it was your girlfriend's fault. - What did I do? She asked, a little embarrassed. "Well, I will not go into detail, but the walls of the rooms are not soundproof. Hey, Lauren, get some styrofoam plates or egg crates next time you decide to have fun two doors from me for half the night. Camila turned into a giant tomato beside me. "Christopher, do not be an idiot. I said quietly. I knew he was not serious. He laughed out loud. "I was just making fun of you, but now I'm sure you did." Mila, you're a danger! "Someone here had sex, Einstein. I called out."You and Mom play with my loneliness. He pretended to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye. "But you can tell me to fuck off." I turned away from the cushion he threw over me. When he finally decided to leave us alone again, I turned to Camilla. - Excuse. There's only one asshole in my family. - Do not say silly things. Your family is wonderful. It was true, and I knew it. But if Chris's dumb joke resulted in a lack of sex that night, he'd wake up the next morning without his hands. - Want to watch TV in the bedroom? I asked cynically, gently kissing her ear. "Nobody's going to fill our bag." I thought you would ignore me, but when she said "alright," I got up quickly to get away. I turned off the TV without paying much attention and let her go ahead, her arms folded across her chest to warm up. "You want to have dinner?" "My mother asked when she met us in the hall. "We do not have dinner, Mom, thank you." Let's watch TV up there. "Well, if they're hungry at night, there's a lot in the fridge." We arrived in the room which now had an unmistakable scent of cleaning. I locked the door behind me, designing plans for that night. In fact, they were not fanciful plans: In the end, it was all about getting her one more time. - I'm going to take a shower. I said, waiting a little for his answer. But she only nodded, not saying a word. So I insisted on a guilty smile on my face. "Will you join me?" "No ..." She laughed, amused. "Go ahead. I'll go later. Chris really would pay me. I grabbed a sweater set in the suitcase and walked a little annoyed to the bathroom. I took a neat bath. I used the best shampoo that was there - at least what I thought was best. I lathered it three times, brushed my teeth and passed a nice soft cream. I thought about taking the top off the set and getting on top, but the night was really cold. I went into the bedroom and found her under the covers, looking at the ceiling. When she noticed my presence there, she quickly undid the duvet wrapped around her body and walked into the bathroom after picking up some piece of clothing in her suitcase. I turned on the TV and waited patiently, passing through the channels distractedly. I raised the room heater, thinking of the discomfort Camila would feel when coming out of a hot bath and bumping into a very cold environment. I grabbed an extra blanket in the closet and left it at the foot of the bed. I sat down again in the middle of the fluffy pillows, increasing the sequence of channels. I got to the point of pornographic channels, and wondered why the hell my mother had not blocked them yet. I wanted to believe that Chris would not dare ask her to keep them there. In the next channel, a movie showed a convent. Some nuns were pacing back and forth, and the scene cut off for some dialogue between one of them and a priest. They talked a lot about divine punishment and temptation, but the conversation did not make much sense. It was just when Camila left the bathroom that the nun on the TV suddenly decided to show her breasts. I narrowed my eyes, realizing only then that it was a porn movie too. Apparently, I had taken the beginning of the "story." I looked at her innocently, with a silly yellow smile on her face, speaking any shit to break the silence. - These guys are going to hell, right? She looked at me reprovingly. "I did not know, I swear to God. I said, wanting to laugh at the odd situation. "Do not talk about God while watching a porn movie with nuns. I looked again at the TV and now they had three of them, naked, rubbing themselves on the priest. "Damn, how fast are you ..." She was silent for a little while, but then spoke again. - The priest is a cat ... - Hey! I exclaimed indignantly. - What is it? - I'm fine here! - And? She spoke with a cynical smile, pretending naivety. "So I do not want to see you looking at other people ..." "You were there looking at three women. - Was not! I did not even know it was porn! She rolled her eyes, taking control of my hand and turning off the tv.- Right. She did not believe me, and under normal circumstances I would fight for my argument, trying to convince her to the death of my innocence. But I was not in the normal condition, first because I had just noticed what she wore: my social shirt, now hers. Secondly because, in a second moment, I recognized a cream-colored bottle in one of his hands. "You can have fun with your movie later." She climbed onto the bed and sat on her heels with her back to me. "But first, I wanted you to put that behind my back. Camila held out the bottle to me, knotting her hair in a bun. Slowly - so slowly that it was to be torturous - she opened one by one the buttons of her shirt, and all I could do was make a statue of her from behind. When she finally pulled the shirt down to her waist, keeping her sleeves on, I gasped like an asthmatic. She waited. I stood there, feeling my cock throb with desire, looking at his back and his still-marked neck. I liked it when she wore coke. It gave me a privileged view of that area. - What? I ran to my knees on the mattress and stood behind her. Not knowing for sure what I was doing, I squeezed some of the creamy liquid into one of my palms and spread it in circles with both hands and spread it in circles with both hands over a large, bright spot. "Did I do that?" "It was my first attempt at interaction since I'd lost my concentration. Until I do well. "It must have been the friction with the floor. Or with the bathroom tile. I heard her respond in a low voice. - Excuse. She did not answer. I continued spreading the cream-not because it still had to be spread, but because I wanted to keep touching it-trying to get used to the perfume that now took the entire room. I ran my hands up and down the back of his trunk, feeling every vertebra and every muscle there. I reached shoulder height and, with the help of the cream, I did massage in that area. She moaned softly, and my cock moved on its own. "You do the massage very well ..." "I do?" I asked rhetorically in her ear. Her skin smelled of lavender soap, her hair a fruit shampoo. The mixture of perfumes in her always made me feel half dizzy, and maybe that never changed, no matter how many times I would have it that way. I slid my hands down his back again, but this time I brought them forward on her body, caressing her belly gently. I unconsciously kissed her ear and neck, breathing for a while longer. I pulled her harder against my body, without worrying about the fact that she would feel my erection. Camila knew what she was doing with me anyway. I made a trail with her tongue across her neck, and again I was glad she was wearing a bun. One of my hands came up, gently touching her breast, feeling it hard with excitement.The other came down, touching it where I wanted it most. Without thinking, I slid a finger into her pussy and was surprised at how easily I could do it. She began to pant as I did, and I remembered that few sounds were as pleasant as that. I removed my finger from inside her, bringing it to me and sucking it, along with a second. She let out a muffled groan, clearly trying not to make a sound. I slid both wet fingers in again, still with no difficulty. I moved them for a while, but then brought them back to my mouth, sucking three fingers now and then trying to slide them into it. "Why are you increasing in installments?" Why do not you put something really thick all at once here? She whispered in my ear, and then I decided not to wait another second. With one hand, I gingerly pulled my pants just to release my huge erection. With the other, I grabbed her by the waist and brought her up onto my lap. "Thick like that?" I asked provocatively as I pushed and pulled his body against mine, sliding in and out of it with wonderful ease. "It's ..." She gasped. "That's it." I grabbed her with both arms and made her jump violently against my body. I felt my cock's head touch it to the end, but since I did not hear any complaints, I did not stop. - Ahhh, that ... - I groaned without noticing. I felt a great disappointment as she stood up suddenly, turning to me and talking to my face in a very low voice. "I do not want to give your brother a chance to hear anything and come and make fun of my face again tomorrow." Let's make this low, okay? "He will not hear-" She gripped my cock with one hand and led him to her entrance, slowly lowering it until she was fully seated and comfortable there again. I rolled my eyes back, containing a moan that wanted to rip my throat. - Did you see? Is not difficult. She pointed out in a hoarse voice, choking with desire, lustfully licking my lips and rolling on my cock in a maddening way. "It's hard fucking hard ..." She did not answer, pulling at the coat I wore over my head anyway. I jumped to kick as best I could the trousers that remained attached to my legs, being careful not to get out of it. I hugged her again. Camila was much thinner than I was, and I had the impression that she could break it at any stronger grip. But she moved with agility not appropriate for someone who seemed to be so frail. His fingers gripped the hair on the back of my neck, as they always did. I searched his lips with closed eyes, meeting them right in front of me. I kissed her effusively, feeling her warm and wet inside with both my tongue and my cock. I clung to the hem of the open sweater she still wore, making a superhuman effort not to groan loudly. "Fuck, Camila ..." "Shhhhh ..." She interrupted my objection, moving away from my tongue and going to my ear in whispers. "It's good that we learn discipline. - Fuck discipline! I just want to eat you right ... "" You're eating me right, you can be sure. She laughed, suddenly throwing herself back and lying on the bed with her arms over her head, her body making a perfect bow at an impressive angle with the mattress. Our bodies were in contact only by penetration, and the sight of her completely open and delivered to me was simply delirious."Bitch you gave birth to ..." I wrapped my arms around her waist and held on to her, struggling so hard that I found it impossible not to be hurting her. Her weary breathing was cut off by the movement of our bodies. I wanted her sickly, psychopathically, in a way that was not normal. I positioned myself better, causing my limb's head to reach a point farther to the left, a point I knew to be special. She opened her mouth and rolled her eyes instantly, panting between one whispered word and another. "Your .. daughter .. .. bitch .. It was obvious that she knew I had done it for wanting. Picking up one of the pillows, Camila brought it up to the height of his head and bit him, leaving moans muffled and husky. I kept touching her at that point on purpose, now faster and harder. My thighs went numb with the repetitive movement, but I did not slow down. He wanted to challenge her to enjoy without moaning loudly, throwing the spell against the sorcerer himself. So I felt faintly happy when her orgasm came with an explosive force, pulling out a genuine cry of pleasure from her. His pussy closed and opened around my member in wonderful spasms, causing a mind-boggling sensation. It was not difficult to understand why my orgasms always exploded at that moment, since my stimulus came from their own involuntary movements. "Ahhhh ..." I groaned lowly, though I had the right to scream too, but I knew she'd be fucking enough with me without that. That way, I stuck it one last time, letting my fucking run inside her as if it belonged to her body. I took deep breaths a few times, trying to catch my breath long lost. I leaned forward, leaning my forehead against her belly and placing soft, calm kisses there. I climbed up, trailing his torso slowly, reaching her bruised breast and kissing him gently. I felt his hand migrate to my hair again and smiled. I got out of her, stretching my legs and letting my body rest on top of hers. I rested my face on his neck and breathed, as if only there could find my particular oxygen. "You'll pay me for it." She finally spoke. I remained silent as a child aware of guilt itself. Camila also did not speak again, but her fingers sliding through the strands of my hair told me she was not really serious. I sighed relieved: Depending on the revenge she had in mind, I might actually end up in shit. Simply because I have always been and always would be in your hands. I closed my eyes. The chill of the night crashed against my back, but the heat of her body made up for it. I reached his right hand again, just to feel my ring there. I spun him nonchalantly, letting my brain associate that touch with the perfume that invaded my senses. I laid several kisses on the skin of his neck, letting the fatigue slowly take me. I fell asleep. I woke up only when I felt his body trying to pull away from mine. I grabbed her instinctively, still half disoriented. - Shower. She whispered in my ear, so I thought it was reasonable to let her go. I waited patiently for her to come back. It was useless to try to sleep without her by my side: It simply did not work. When she returned, I felt again the scent of lavender approaching. I noticed that she was lying upside down in bed, so I crawled to her, near the headboard. I timidly approached her with one of her arms resting on her belly. She smelled the shower, I had sex. I hoped he would not reject me, too sleepy to go to the bathroom again. She turned sideways and snuggled into my chest, her back to me as she pulled my arm around her waist. I cheated silently. I clung to it like a magnet and seconds later I plunged into unconsciousness again. ***
