Translation of Love (13 page)

Victor lifts his head till our eyes are locked, he gives his head a shake and removes my hands from his hair placing them to my sides on the bed. “No touching,” he says, giving me a devilish grin. “You hold onto the sheets and don’t let go.”

“What?” My pulse quickens.

“Don’t get scared, just hold onto the sheets. This is gonna be good, Baby.” I lick my lips and close my eyes as his thumbs hook onto the waist of my boy shorts and pulls them off in one fluid motion. I’m totally bare to him now from just below my breasts down to my toes. The sensation of Victor’s tongue dipping into my belly button causes my eyes to flutter open and sends a shudder coursing through me. A trail of kisses and licks leave me writhing under him in a state of near delirium.

No one has ever made me feel like this, not ever. I had no idea that anything could feel this exquisite. The fear evaporates and I know that I’ll submit to whatever it is that Victor wants to do to me. Let him rip my heart out if he wants. This one moment in time will be worth the pain. Strong hands spread my legs open, I grab onto the sheets, holding on so tightly that my knuckles start to turn white. “Baby,” Victor calls me, his voice relaxing me instantly. “Close your eyes and just let yourself experience this. I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise.”

I’m under his spell. I’ll do anything he asks of me right now, willingly. I lay my head back against the pillow and close my eyes, letting myself relax even further. He kisses my belly just above my sensitive mound. I feel his hands go under me, grabbing onto my ass and lifting me to give him better access. He kisses me there, and suddenly I’m on fire. Electric sparks burn through me, until his tongue lashes out and licks my labia from the bottom up, relieving some of the building heat. Slowly, he begins a circular pattern on my clit, leaving me breathless. My hips start to move to meet the rhythm of his tongue. I feel like I’m coming apart underneath him. His hands are the only thing keeping me together.

Victor senses my body accepting the delicious torture he’s inflicting upon me. He moves his left hand from underneath me and splays it across my stomach, holding me down. With his right hand, he opens up my sensitive folds and runs his fingers through my wetness, eliciting a moan from my lips. He thrusts a finger deep inside of me, just as I catch my breath.

“Baby,” I moan, and I can hear him growl in response. He quickens the speed of the delicious assault on my clit and inserts a second finger inside of me, moving them in a come hither motion. I tighten my hold on the sheets and try to buck my hips up off of the bed but the hand on my stomach holds me down. Tiny shockwaves start to grow in my belly and I want to move. I need to move but the weight of his hand keeps me prisoner. The feeling starts to build quickly, my legs tightening, my cries becoming more and more frequent and furious. One final thrust of his fingers sends me over the edge, an explosion taking over me. I gasp for air and call his name as the world spins out of control around me.

Slowly I come back down from my high to the feeling of a gentle trail of kisses coming up my body until I feel his lips on mine. Victor lifts his head up. “Look at me, Love,” he whispers. My eyes fluttering open at his command, taking him in when they do. My heart expands in my chest, as my breathing starts to regulate. I can’t take my eyes off of him. His lips curve up into his knee melting smile. The smile that affects me no less profoundly than the first time I saw it. “How do you feel, Baby?”

My hands release their death grip on the sheets and they move up to cup the sides of his face. I pull him down to me and kiss him gently, telling him everything that he needs to know with my lips. Victor’s arms go around my waist, pulling me to him as he breaks the kiss. “I’m glad you liked it, Love,” he says with a chuckle. “Now go to sleep.”

It hits me suddenly that he’s brought me to orgasm twice without anything in return. “What about you?” I ask softly.

“We’ll get to me another day, I promised we’d take it slow, right?”

“I know but…”

“Baby, it’s okay. I’m fine. Just go to sleep.”

“Okay,” I whisper, bringing my hand to his chest and settling into him. He kisses my forehead and slowly I’m drifting again until I fall asleep, for the second night in a row, without a hint of insomnia.

Bright rays of sun beaming through a window wake me up. My eyes flutter open. I realize that I’m alone. I sit up quickly and look around the room but Victor’s nowhere to be found. I get up, and put on the boy shorts that he discarded last night. I check the living room and find him on the couch wearing a t-shirt, the same pajama bottoms from last night and holding his phone to his ear.

“I’m away for the weekend. I’ll be back tonight.” He senses my presence, looks up and smiles at me. He holds out his hand, motioning me to come to him. My heart flutters and I bound across the room taking his hand as he curls me into his side and kisses the top of my head.

“What’s the big rush? There’s no deadline for this album to be done. I wanna take my time with it.”

He stops speaking, listening to whatever the person on the other end of the line is saying. He begins to run his fingers through my hair, causing me to melt further into him. “I understand that, but this might just be my last studio album. I want it to be the best. I’m not gonna just throw something together for the sake of putting something out.”

I hear the person on the other end of the line practically shouting now. I can tell it’s a woman. I look up at Victor and he rolls his eyes and smiles at me, telling me that his conversation is getting him nowhere. “You’ve always known that there was a possibility that this would be my last album. If I’m gonna go out, I might as well go out on top. Besides, nothing has been decided yet so there’s really no need to freak out about it.”

More silence on Victor’s part, then finally. “Whatever, I have to go. I’ll call you when I get back into town.” He presses the end button and tosses the phone on the coffee table. He tips his head so that his lips are against mine, giving me a gentle kiss. “Good morning, Baby.”

“Good morning.”

“Did I wake you?” he asks, stroking my hair again.

“Nope, not at all. I woke up and saw you were gone, so I came looking for you. I didn’t mean to interrupt a private conversation. I’m sorry.”

“You never have to be sorry for walking into a room, Baby. Even if I’m on the phone, it’s all good. Besides, you didn’t interrupt anything. That was just my momager.”

“Your momager?” I ask, smiling at the term.

“Yeah, I told you my mom is my manager, right? When she puts on her business hat she becomes a beast.”

“Oh. It doesn’t sound like she’s too thrilled with the prospect of you retiring.”

“No, not at all. She damn near had a heart attack. I love my mom, Ellie, I do. But she’s living her dream of stardom through me. This is the life she always wanted. She just can’t understand that I would ever want more.”

“Were you serious when you said this might be your last album?”

“Yes. It is. I’m sure of it, though nobody else knows that. I wanna settle down, figure out where it is that I wanna live long term, think about having a family one day.”

I ignore the family comment. I can’t think about what that implies right now, this conversation is too important to him, for me to muddle it up with my negative thoughts. “So what would you do then, if you retire?”

“I can stop performing and stay in the business. Remember how I told you and Jordan that my favorite part of the process is being in the recording studio?” I nod my reply. “Well, I could do that. I can write and produce for other artists. It’s something that I already do now, occasionally.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, actually my brother Alex is really good at it too. We’ve been talking about opening up our own studio somewhere and focusing on that aspect of the business.”

“But your mom would freak out?”

“I don’t care. My mom always has an opinion but she should know by now that she can manage my career but she doesn’t get to run my life. If she wants to stay in the business, she can find another person to manage.”

I get now what he was trying to tell my family. He fully intends to resolve the craziness that surrounds him. He’s looking for the one thing that’s been missing from his life for so many years; a sense of normalcy. He wants to set roots, settle down and have a family. For the first time in such a very long time, I want the same thing, but the thought of taking such a big risk scares me. I can feel the walls of my defenses locking into place. Victor feels it too.

“Uh uh,” he says, shaking his head, “don’t you tense up on me. None of this is happening tomorrow. There’s a long road ahead and we have plenty of time to decide together if you’re gonna be a part of that road or not.”

I start to relax. “How do you do that?”

“How do I do what?”

“Know when I’m in my head, and how to calm me down.”

He strokes my cheek. “I can see it in your eyes. The light starts to dim, then your body gets tense.”

“Do you think you want me to be a part of that road with you?” I’m scared to hear the answer but I need to know.

“I think I do. There’s something happening here, and you can deny it, you can run from it but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s there. We owe it to ourselves to see where it goes, don’t you think?”

His words penetrate and my body starts to melt into his again. My arms circle around his waist. “I want to.”

“Then let’s just take it one day at a time, like we’ve been doing, okay?”

“Okay,” I reply.

He gets up, pulling me up with him. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he says, as he leads me back through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Victor releases my hand, walks over to the shower, slides the glass door open and turns on the water. The sound of my heart pounding is getting louder in my ears. I struggle to contain the urge to run. What is he doing? He turns to face me, a wicked grin on his face as he takes off his shirt and tosses it on the ground, landing right in front of my feet. I look down at the discarded piece of clothing, the sight of it makes my face blush. Before I can look up, his pajama pants join the lonely shirt, creating a pile on the floor.

My head shoots up before he can take anything else off but it’s too late, he’s not wearing any underwear. My eyes go wide and my mouth drops opens in shock. My gaze drops down almost instinctively to take in the view of his swollen package. I try not to, but my mind takes in the impressive size and girth, the sight of it sending a rush of liquid racing through my traitorous body. He’s perfect. In case I had any doubt before, my mind can be put to rest. Every single part of this man’s body is just beautiful. I force myself to look away, his eyes on me and a shit eating grin on his face. “Like what you see?”

“What the hell are you doing?” He turns his back to me, giving me a prime view of his perfect ass. Suddenly, I’m thinking seriously impure thoughts.

“I’m taking a shower.”

“And this requires my presence, why?”

“Cause I’m hoping you’ll get your pretty little ass in here with me.”

Oh my God, I really wanna get in the shower with him but the prude in me is putting up a fight. “I don’t think so,” I say, shaking my head.

“Come on, Baby. In the last few days, I’ve seen it all, and in case you haven’t noticed, I like it all.” I stand still, arms crossed across my chest staring at him as the water runs over his body. The sight of him makes my mouth water. “One of these days, I’m gonna get you to stop being embarrassed around me.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” I say defiantly.

“You’re lying,” he throws back. “Come here.” I can’t move, my feet are rooted to the ground. “Baby, come here.” I take a deep breath and walk to him just outside the open shower door. Victor grabs my hand and pulls me into the shower fully clothed.

I let out a squeal of shock. “Are you crazy?” I cry, the water rushing over me as he puts his hands on my hips.

“No,” he says, dipping his head, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’m just trying to help you out.” His heated stare is melting through me. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he swiftly lifts it over my head, dropping it on the shower floor. As if on cue, his lips drop down and begin a slow assault on my breasts. A moan escapes from my lips caused by the currents of pleasure coursing through my body. The pleasure is intensified as his fingers find the waistband of my boy shorts and tug them down until they’re gone. “Next time we do this, maybe you’ll be brave enough to strip yourself.” It’s barely a whisper but it’s enough to make the butterflies take flight in my stomach. He nuzzles his nose against mine. “Should we continue our explorations, Baby?”