Translation of Love (17 page)

“Come for me, Ellie,” Victor says, thrusting into me again, a little harder each time. My hands graze his back and I dig my nails into his flesh, crying out as he sends me over the edge, a violent orgasm taking hold of me. I never knew that it could feel like this. I’m overwhelmed by the jolts of electricity coursing like a million tiny fireworks lighting me from the inside. I cling to him as the feelings begin to subside, enjoying the moment as he continues moving inside of me.

“Fuck, Baby,” he says, with one final thrust, spilling into me and then collapsing, giving me most of his weight. “Holy shit. That was amazing,” he whispers, lifting his head to place a gentle kiss on my lips. “Are you okay?”

I smile and nod my response. Victor lifts himself up a bit, pulling out of me. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, not wanting to lose his warmth. “Don’t go.” I place a kiss on his lips, it’s my way of making sure it wasn’t a dream, that he’s actually here with me and that we’ve taken this huge step together.

We stay connected like this for a long time with him snuggling his face into the crook of my neck and me running my fingers up and down his back. It’s a moment that I’m trying to burn into my mind, so that I’ll never forget how I felt tonight. How this one man had the power to make me feel, beautiful, special, and loved all at once. This night is as close to perfection as I’ve ever come, so I commit it to memory and pray that I have the chance to make many more like it. I’m sated, spent, unable to move or speak, just wanting to keep Victor close by. My eyes get heavier with each passing minute, the exhaustion taking over me. Eventually, Victor lifts himself off of me and pulls the covers up over us. He turns me so that we’re facing each other, our limbs entwined. He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Sleep, Baby, I’m right here.” I melt into his arms, letting sleep consume me little by little as I float on a beam of moonlight.

The sound of rain, tapping against windows wakes me from my peaceful slumber. My eyes flutter open and I’m confronted with a wall of chest in my line of vision. Strong arms are wrapped around me, a strong leg pinning mine down. The sound of soft breathing mingling with the tapping of the rain is all I can hear. Victor’s body cocooning me in, giving me warmth and protection brings a smile to my face.

Did last night really happen? Victor and I really made love, permanently and magnificently ending my vow of celibacy. The memories of last night’s activities play on an endless loop in my mind. I should be mad at myself for giving in, for letting him have that piece of me and for letting myself indulge in all that he has to offer after being strong for so long. I should be furious with myself but I’m not. Truth be told, if I could pat myself on the back I would. Why shouldn’t I enjoy everything that we’ve shared over the past few weeks? I’m starting to understand that I shouldn’t let one past relationship dictate the outcome of the rest of my life. This is good. What Victor and I have is very good, and even though I still can’t let myself think in terms of forever, I can enjoy him in the here and now. Whatever happens, I’ll be alright. I’m a lot stronger now than I was a few years ago. I’m smarter, braver and not so fucking naïve. I can allow myself to be his and still hold onto the essence of who I am as a person. I don’t have to change for him and I don’t think Victor would want me to. He likes me for me, I’m sure of it. He’s never given me any indication to the contrary. Everything about him screams of kindness, loyalty, passion and a giving nature. After last night, I know there’s no going back, I’m addicted.

Now that my plans for a life of solitude, have gone out the window, I may as well embrace it. I shift my body so that I can nuzzle my nose in the crook of Victor’s neck. I hear him let out a soft groan and it makes me chuckle. I repeat the maneuver, and he shifts in his sleep, moving onto his back. This is a playful side of myself that I’m not all too familiar with, but I like that he brings out this side of me. I shuffle myself closer to him, and kiss and suck on his neck, my right hand traveling down until I encircle his hardness in my hand. I begin a soft stroking motion and continue kissing on his neck.

My teasing stops abruptly when I find myself on my back pinned down to the bed. I’m greeted by Victor’s heated eyes causing the fluid to rush between my legs. He dips his lips to my ear and whispers, “You’re playing a very dangerous game.”

My heart flutters. “You don’t like the games I play?”

He lifts his eyes to mine again and grins. “Baby, I’ll play whatever game you want as long as you’re willing to finish it.”

“I’ll finish it,” I say, tugging his bottom lip with my teeth and bucking my hips up as an invitation. He stares at me for a moment then kisses me tenderly.

“I need you to know I’m clean, okay? I saw your birth control pills in your kitchen the other day so I know you’re protected. I should have said something last night.”

“I trust you.” That’s all I need to say to him, he enters me quickly, filling me completely and leaving me breathless. I whimper at the feel of him as he begins to move inside of me. He grabs onto my hands and pulls them up to either side of me, linking his fingers through mine. It’s a simple act but it makes me feel closer to him, like it somehow connects us further.

Victor never lets go of my hands, like he’s holding onto me for dear life. He kisses my neck as he increases the pace. “Fuck, Baby, you feel so good.” I tighten my grip on his hands, the familiar jolt of electricity, awakening my nerve endings, telling me that I’m close.

“Oh God, Baby,” I whimper, the sensations getting more and more intense. I lift my legs, locking them around his waist, giving him better access and increasing my pleasure. He grounds his hips in a circular motion and takes my mouth in his, muffling my cries as I come in a spectacular wave of currents. He thrusts again, coming as I start to regain my composure. “Wow,” I say as he collapses on top of me, his face in my neck again.

“Wow,” he whispers in agreement. He lifts his head, nuzzling my nose. “Good morning, Love.”

“Good morning,” I say, beaming at him.

“You look very happy.”

“I am very happy.” That’s what scares me.

He pushes my hair away from my face. “If you let me, I’ll make sure you’re happy a lot.”

I feel a lump in my throat, his words hit me hard. Besides my family, no one has ever really cared about my happiness. “I can try.” It’s the same vow I’ve been making to myself since he walked into my life, but today, I feel like it’s actually possible. Victor kisses me again, this time it’s slow, sweet, and thorough.

The sound of the bedroom door clicking open breaks our sweet moment. Victor’s body tenses, shielding me from whoever has entered the room. “Victor?” I hear a woman call in a high pitched voice that sounds both shocked and annoyed. My body tenses at the sound of her voice. His eyes go wide. He looks completely stunned as he cranes his neck so that he can look back toward the open door.

“Mom? What the fuck? Don’t you knock?” I can hear the disbelief and anger in his voice as I attempt to melt into the bed, trying my best to hide from his mother’s view.

“I’m sorry. I called but you didn’t answer your phone so I used my key.”

“Get out! I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Alright,” she says. The door closes and once again we’re alone. Victor brings his face back down to the crook of my neck and starts to laugh, his body shaking.

“Why are you laughing? That was mortifying!” I say, slapping his bare back.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. Just leave it to my mom to barge in on me practically having sex.”

“Oh my God!”

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry,” he says, hopping off the bed and pulling on the sweatpants that he had on last night. “Come on, get dressed.”

“I’m not going down there!”

He chuckles. “Yes, you are. It would look way worse if you stay in here and hide.”

I let out a sigh. “I guess you’re right.”

“I’m gonna go see what she wants, if you’re not downstairs in five minutes I’m coming after you.”

“Fine!” I say with a pout, grabbing my bag and stomping into the bathroom.

How did I get here? Two weeks ago, I wanted nothing to do with men or relationships. Now I’ve had sex with Victor twice and I am about to meet his mother who just walked in on us post love making. This whole scenario is so out of my comfort zone. It was hard enough introducing him to my family, I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I do my best to calm down, taking a minute to do my breathing exercises before the panic sets in.

I wash my face, brush my teeth, and finger through my unruly hair, trying my best to get it to look less like just fucked hair. When I’m satisfied with the results, I put on a pair of jeans and a heather gray t-shirt. Taking one more deep breath, I exit the bathroom and make my way downstairs.

Victor’s waiting for me when I reach the bottom of the steps. He pulls me into his side and walks me over to the living room.

“Mom, this is Ellie Brooks. Ellie, this is my mom, Lucia.”

Victor’s mom is shorter than I’d expect, definitely shorter than me. She has blonde hair that’s a couple shades too light for her olive complexion. I can tell that she was at one time a beautiful woman but time and maybe years of stress have aged her quite a bit. She glares over at me, taking me in from head to toe. I can’t help but think that she’s looking at me like a bug that needs to be squashed as she plasters a fake smile on her face.

“Mrs. Garza, it’s so nice to meet you.”

“So you’re the lovely little thing taking up so much of my son’s time.” Lovely little thing?

“Mom was just stopping by to drop off some contracts I have to look over,” he said to me, trying to break up the obvious tension in the room.

“Yes, I won’t stay long. Victor, go put a shirt on, it’s not polite to be walking around like that.” I can tell that she wants to get rid of him. What does she care what he wears in his own home in front of his girlfriend who he was just naked in bed with?

“Ma, seriously?” he asks, clearly annoyed at being told what to do in his own home. They’re in the middle of a stare down and I’m about ready to wither away. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll be right back.” He turns to me, kisses me on the forehead and runs upstairs. I can feel her eyes burning into me.

“So, Ellie, how long have you known my son?” she asks. Her face is blank, not showing any emotion.

“Um, about two weeks,” I respond.

“That’s it? It’s pretty soon for sleepovers, don’t you think?” she asks, with a tilt of her head. My cheeks are burning from embarrassment. What the fuck is her problem? “Not that it matters, Victor tends to be very fickle when it comes to women.” What a bitch! I don’t respond. how could I? I’m not about to bear my claws at his mom. I know she’s lying. Victor is anything but fickle. According to him and Rob, he’s had one serious relationship and has not dated all that much since. “I think I’ll make myself some coffee. Would you like one?”

I shake my head. “No, thank you.” She turns on her heels, drops what appears to be a contract and maybe a newspaper clipping at the bar area and makes her coffee.

“You okay, Baby?” Victor comes up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist and putting his chin on my shoulder. I was so stunned by what his mother said that I didn’t hear him return.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He kisses my neck and walks me over to bar guiding me onto a stool.

“Ma, what did you need me to look at?”

Mrs. Garza comes back, coffee in hand and picks up the stack of papers she placed on the bar earlier. “I’d feel more comfortable discussing these in your office.”

He rolls his eyes. “Alright, let’s go.” He looks down at me. “This’ll just take a minute, Love.”

“No problem. Do you mind if I check my email on your iPad?”

“I don’t mind.” He kisses the top of my head and follows his mother into his office. I reach over for his iPad, the newspaper clipping his mother dropped is on top of it. I pick both up and take a look at the article. My heart stops when I see a picture of Victor and what looks like a supermodel at a restaurant. I look at the date and, according to this, it was taken just a few days ago.

Romance Rekindled:

Latin Heartthrob Victor Garza was spotted out at a SOHO eatery Tuesday afternoon with his on again off again love and Spanish language television host, Christina Perez.

I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, the anger taking over my body. I freeze for a moment trying to take in what I’m seeing. I turn on Victor’s iPad and Google their names. An endless amount of pictures come up of the two of them together. I carefully inspect the pictures and what strikes me the most is how happy he looks in all of them. As a couple, they look stunning together. The sight of them makes my heart ache. The thought of him with anyone else makes me sick to my stomach. I’m not a jealous person by nature but after looking at this picture, I want to rip Christina Perez to shreds.