Ventura

Capítulo 21

The Surrender

"N. do A .: I think this song is very similar to the moment."

Summer is finally here. And suddenly everything seems so light, beautiful, and yet so brief.

Saturday would be my break and I arranged with some friends from college to meet at a nightclub. I was excited about going out and having some fun. And deep down, I wanted to get away from Thomas a little. It was getting harder and harder to hide my feelings.

At five o'clock I went to the main house to ask if he wanted me to leave something ready for dinner. I found him sitting on the living room rug, leaning on the couch reading some papers. He wore shorts and was shirtless. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. His hair was wet and his skin was tanned. His muscles stood out with each breath, and I felt an overwhelming urge to touch him. I passed him in silence, took the phone out of my shorts pocket and put it on the table next to the sofa.

As I picked up the pillows my cell phone rang, and before I reached it, Thomas picked it up and read the name he was calling. I knelt between his legs trying to get the device. He lifted the device and didn't give it to me.

- Come on Thomas. Stop playing and give me the phone back. - I realized it was a call from Adrian, my college buddy, and I probably wanted to confirm our meeting soon.

Thomas was looking at me intently. I had never seen his face so serious. The call ended and he handed me the phone. I picked him up and was about to get up when he took my hand and asked:

- Stay Please. I want to tell you something.

My heart raced and my breath caught.

- I thought a lot about how I would say this to you. I created scenarios and situations where I could expose my feelings. But I decided that the time is now. Hear me, with all your heart. - He looked insecure, and didn't take his eyes off my face. - I love you! I love with all my heart and soul. I love to see you barefoot walking around the house. I love to see you focused on the books. I love his disapproving look when I push the vegetables in the corner of the plate. I love your simple way of being. I love when you fight with me. I love your independence. Time has passed and that feeling only grows. I can't stop loving you. I want to have you for me, just for me, every day all day. I want to be your best smile. I'm jealous of you. I have a desire for you. When I travel, I keep making up reasons to call you and hear your voice. I've done everything to get your attention. I tried to make you jealous with other women, but you seem indifferent. You are not interested in things that money can buy. I know we have an age difference, but this is normal in some cultures, you know? - He spoke with a slight shy smile. - I don't want to have an adventure with you. What I feel is strong and true. I love you, and even if everything ceases to exist, my love for you will never disappear! So, tell me please. Can you give me a chance to win your heart?

As he spoke I sat on my heels and only realized that I was crying when the image of his face was blurred.

- Please, do not cry. - asked. He ran his hand over my face. - I don't want to make you sad. - I just wanted to say what I feel because my love and my desire for you are killing me. And I must say that ... well ... you spoiled me for any other woman. I just want you and no one else.

I swear at that moment I only thought one thing:

- Yes, he really loves me.

He had imagined this moment in a thousand ways. And all with a lot of glamor. But there I was, in shorts and a T-shirt kneeling between her legs. A few strands of hair were stuck to my forehead. My face was red and my nose was running. I felt at that moment that my search for happiness was over.

I touched his face very lightly, and moved my face closer until my mouth touched his ear. I muttered under my breath:

- Just say, I love you.

Not to say how we got to the room. When he gently deposited me on the bed, he looked at me with flaming eyes:

- I just ask you to be sure, because if I start, I swear I won't be able to stop.

Contrary to my expectations, I felt no shame or desire to hide any part of his body. He walked over and slowly took off my shirt. I didn't take my eyes off my face. With his right hand he lowered the strap of my bra and kissed my neck. He deftly removed the rest of the piece. I raised my hands trying to cover my breasts. I looked at him a little uncertainly.

- Are small. - I said apologizing.

He stroked them slowly as he lowered his lips to them.

- They're perfect for me. he replied, hoarse with desire.

We hugged and Thomas murmured:

- You want me?

- Yes - I replied, hugging him more.

- Since when? He asked sensually.

- Since always.

Next, we love each other passionately.

We lay on the freight side for each other. We had sweaty bodies and he stroked my hair while looking at my face.

- Your eyes have an incredible shade.

- I always thought that color was so common. - I replied

- No, absolutely. It has the colors of a deep river, and when the sun's rays are reflected in it, they radiate a fascinating golden light.

I laughed at your comparison.

Suddenly he got out of bed.

- Wait for me here.

He went to the dresser and took a small box. He sat down next to me and handed me the case. I looked at him and picked up the object. When I opened it I came across a beautiful platinum ring with a brown stone set with diamonds around it.

"This stone," he said, "is a painite. It is the rarest jewel in the world, just like you.

His voice faded, and I realized that he was thrilled.

-Melanie Dubois Bascher, do you want to marry me?

I sat on the bed and handed him the case, raised my right hand.

- I was never so sure of anything as at that moment. Yes, I want to marry you Thomas Edward Morgan.

He took the ring and placed it on my finger, then kissed it.

He kissed me tenderly.

- I'm so thirsty for you, I'll never get enough. Just once won't quench my thirst. I will have to go back to the source many, many times.

Moving slowly, he held my breasts while looking at me and then stroked them with long, deliberate gestures. His fingers played with my nipples and my mouth dried while watching those sensual movements. He went over my body with his lips until his mouth covered my sex and his tongue covered my most intimate flesh, at that height already sensitized. When he found the small bump, he sucked it gently, causing a feeling of abandonment and stirring my insides.

I touched his hair in complete disarray.

- I want you now.

He penetrated me at once. The desire was maddening, rising and pulsing every time he invested. Thomas grabbed me by the hips, his stiffness striking harder and harder. I was loving his wild way of making love.

- Is with me? He asked in a voice hoarse with desire.

"Yes," I replied, moving my hips.

Strong hands held my waist. He went crazy with desire to see me peak and look at his face. He looked at me with a fierce gleam in his gray eyes. He stood still for a second while I reached a climax.