All About Me (30 page)

I don
’
t start any conversation, knowing that I can
’
t get involved in her relationship. She falls asleep after an hour and I lay my head back, thinking about what happened between us last night. I think she was ready to push away whatever barriers we had between us and give herself to me, but I walked away, confusing her.

I close my eyes and fall asleep. My T-shirt is stuck to my back when I wake up. The bus doesn
’
t have any air-conditioning and it
’
s bloody hot. India is staring at me this time and I stretch my arms above me, watching as we approach the steep road that probably takes us to the temple of Segesta. Her eyes are not giving anything away and I start to wonder if she wants to tell me that my apology doesn
’
t mean anything to her. As usual, I can
’
t read anything from her mysterious expression.

“
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
”
I ask, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is getting a little out of hand because when she stares at me like that, I get all turned on. This has been happening since we arrived in Italy.

“
Did you really mean what you said up on that mountain?
”
she asks, giving me that serious look of hers. People are starting to get out of the bus. We are both still sitting down, staring at each other and not paying the slightest attention to what is going on around us.

“
What? That I was an arsehole and that I couldn
’
t control my emotions?
”
I ask.

She laughs.
“
No, that you would stand by me even if I chose someone else over you?
”

“
Yes. Your happiness is important to me.
”

Her sullen face brightens up, turning my insides out. Then she kisses my cheek and gets up before I can do anything at all. My mind is slowly turning into mush, but I drag myself off the seat and step outside. India is standing by the girls and I wonder what kind of game she is playing with me. Is she ready to forgive me or do I have to keep apologising?

Chapter Twenty-nine

Old school way.

Present

Outside, the temperature is soaring and it
’
s only after eleven o
’
clock. When I look around, it looks like we are in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by hills and dry green bushes. There are a few buses parked by ours, and people are already climbing the hills that stretch in front of us. I read a few facts about this place.

“
Okay, guys, this is Pierro and he is going to be our guide for today,
”
Michael says, introducing the stocky young Italian who looks bored, but gives us a tight smile. Then he starts talking about our plans for today. I believe that tomorrow we don
’
t have anything to do. Some people are taking a bus to Corleone, where they filmed the famous
Godfather
. I
’
m not that interested. I want to spend some time with India before we have to get back to our own sad world.

The guide starts telling us about the history of Segesta. He informs us that there is a long walk to the top of the ruins. There is a bus that can take us there. India and I choose to walk. This place feels magical and after being stuck in the bus for some time, I refuse to be driven anywhere because it
’
s more fun walking to the ruin.

“
Come on, let
’
s move. On the way we can take some good photos,
”
I say to India. Apart from the temple, this place is surrounded by a desert and I
’
m not used to the heat. The walk up the hill is steep and soon it fucking hits me that I
’
m not as fit as I should be. We stop a few times to admire the view and see that the temple is a distance away, overlooking a hidden green valley. After a very long and exhausting walk, we finally reach the beautiful old monument. From the information on the leaflet, the temple is from the fifth century and it
’
s unfinished, but it
’
s surrounded by stunning views of green hills and the deep blue sea in the distance. We walk around for a few minutes, taking lots of photos and admiring the large construction, filled with interesting facts from ancient times. This is a perfect setting to execute my very risky idea. I have plenty of time. The bus doesn
’
t leave until mid-afternoon.

“
Come on, let
’
s go! I want to show you something else,
”
I whisper to India and grab her hand. She takes one more picture and we start walking away from the ruins. There is one more place that I want to see, but it can wait. Right now I need to be away from other people. We sneak out towards the wild, moving through the dry hills towards the grass and bushes.
 

“
Where are we going, Oliver? Don
’
t you think we should keep close to the path?
”

“
Chill, it
’
s all good. We just need a bit of privacy.
”
 

She complains, but I won
’
t listen as we carry on walking for another ten minutes. I have a small backpack with me and lot
s
of food that I managed to sneak out from breakfast today. Soon the view changes and we
’
re surrounded by green grass with flowers and bees, as well as the staggering view with the temple in the background. I find level ground and when I drag India down, she relaxes a bit more.

“
We will have a picnic here,
”
I state, showing her all the food that I brought with me. Her eyes start to glow with excitement and her smile is precious. The grass is comfortable enough, but I take my T-shirt off and use it as a blanket. The sun is blazing and the setting could not be more special.

“
I
’
m glad that I agreed to this trip,
”
she says.
“
This is the most beautiful place that I have ever been to.
”

“
I knew you would like it.
”

I take the food out of my backpack and pour India a small glass of wine. She needs to relax a little. We talk about everything and anything, enjoying each other
’
s company. The time passes and an awesome idea pops into my mind. It
’
s crazy and it might push the boat between friends and lovers, but I feel like she needs to relax a bit more.

I take her half-full glass of wine and clear my throat. I move my head towards her ear.
“
I
’
m going to do something for you.
”

She looks back at me surprise.
“
Like?
”

“
Please don
’
t take this the wrong way, but I think you need to experience a mind-blowing orgasm,
”
I whisper in her ear, and before she slaps me I add,
“
Don
’
t worry, we won
’
t have sex. I just want you to chill out and a mind-blowing orgasm will help to forget about Braxton.
”

“
What?
”
she asks, staring at me in fury.
“
I think you
’
re pushing my patience too far.
”

“
India, I
’
m going to go down on you as a friend, just to pleasure you. Evans doesn
’
t need to know about this.
”

I look at her, feeling horny as fuck, but today is all about her and only her. Her eyes are not giving anything away, but her body trembles with anticipation and maybe excitement.

“
No. No way, Oliver. It
’
s still oral sex.
”

“
I
’
m going to make you come whether you like it or not and I don
’
t expect anything in return. It
’
s just a favour that one friend is giving to another.
”

“
I don
’
t think
—”

I push her down to the grass, asking myself what the hell am I doing? She doesn
’
t say no so I take a few deep breaths and remove part of her dress, revealing a white lace bra. Her eyes are wide with anticipation as her tongue moistens her lips. I can
’
t fucking believe that she is going let me do this. Perspiration surges through me, making me want to rip her clothes off and just make love to her here and now. My mind reminds me that this whole thing is about her; my own desires don
’
t count.

I pull back and, grinning like a schoolboy, I push her dress over her head. She has matching white lace knickers. She bites her mouth, sending my senses out of this universe. I lie down and push her knees forward, so they are equally spread, and I start kissing the edge of her thigh as my fingers move over her core. She lets go another moan that turns me on. I kiss the centre of her lace knickers as she clenches the grass on each side.

I
’
m in fucking heaven. Her smell is only driving me more insanely hungry for her.

“
Just relax, baby, and enjoy the ride,
”
I chuckle and take off her knickers. This is the best part of this holiday as she is spread half naked in front of me. I start kissing the edge of her thigh over and over while moving closer to her muff. I run my fingers over it and she pants. She is wet for me and this drives me fucking right to the edge. She is so perfect; wet and ready for me. I kiss her there and start running my tongue over her clit, causing an involuntary trembling through her whole body.

She tastes amazing and I
’
m so turned on, my cock might burst. I continue to lick her, feeling the excitement that runs deep down to my bloodstream, a strong urge building in my gut. India starts rolling her hips against my mouth, moaning, and her pleasure is a song to my ears. She is so fucking beautiful like that. She closes her eyes and I slip my finger inside of her.

I start thrusting it in and out and waiting for that moment when she comes on my face. Desire takes over my mind, her smell surrounds me, spinning me off to the orbits. My tongue moves over her swollen clitoris fast and she moans loudly. She is so close.

“
Give it to me, baby, give it to me all you can,
”
I say and slow down the pace as she explodes for me. She comes strong, arching her hips forward, and I continue moving my finger inside her until she begs me to stop, slamming back on the grass, flushed and stunning. I slide over her and push my cock towards her core. I
’
m rock hard, but at this moment, it
’
s all about her. She is my redemption, my light in the dark tunnel.

“
Oliver, that was
…
amazing,
”
she says.

“
Everything for my princess.
”

“
What about you?
”
she asks.

Fuck, I want to make love to her and it
’
s a perfect moment, but I don
’
t want her to think that I
’
ve done this in order to get laid.

“
Just cover yourself and let me lie down. I should be fine in a little while. This was all about you, not me, darling,
”
I say. My breathing is heavy and laboured and it
’
s going to take me some time to get rid of this hard-on, but fuck it. Seeing India
’
s pleasure was worth everything. I close my eyes, listening as she takes stuff out of the backpack and starts eating again, probably to make herself busy. Our lunch is in an hour and we have another ruin to see. I start thinking about some shit, trying to distract myself from the need for sex.

The rest of our day passes like a dream. We visit another ruin and, sweating, we reach the bottom of the hill just in time for lunch. India is beaming like crazy and I can
’
t take my eyes off her. She has burned her arms a little, but I have a high SPF-factor cream in my bag. From the way it is sounds, everyone is looking forward to tomorrow. From here, we are going to travel to St. Vito Di Capo to hang around there for the next two days. For me, this holiday only just begun, because I finally have my India back.