Pleasures
Sarahi POV
I don't know how long I have been staring at the concealer cream that has been my companion for years. The last time I used it was when he measured me, and since then I haven't needed it because he accepted my scars. It doesn't go a day without his lips traveling over them.
Thinking about the sweet travels of his tongue across my scars makes me blush, and I bite my lip, feeling a current running through me that tightens my thighs. "How many times do I need to tell you not to bite your lips?" his voice startles me, as I wasn't expecting him to come yet since he was working on the opening dress for the runway.
He doesn't add anything more and comes over, crushing his lips against mine. He lifts me from the chair and places me on my beauty desk after wiping the place clean of my makeup utilities. "You don't need any makeup to look beautiful, Sarahi," he whispers, nibbling my jaw as he leaves my lips to breathe and my nostrils to inhale his coconut-vanilla scent, my new addiction after chocolate.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. I have seen thousands of women, but none can come close to you. I am bound to you, woman. I am all yours, and I fear that one day I might disappoint you and lose you." After kissing my neck, leaving a trail of his saliva that goes down to my cleavage, he gropes my exposed thighs because I am wearing a short nightgown without underwear, and then he passes them over his torso before lifting me from the desk and walking to our bed. He settles with me as the octopus clenched on him. He raises his eyes, meeting mine. I can see the twinkle inside them, and my heart soars. He gently pushes my tendrils away, brushing my face with his knuckles, creating a magical moment that turns into heaven when he speaks from his heart. Between the twinkle and the enthusiasm he shows whenever he is close to me, I can see the fear that he has. It's the same fear I have too, the fear of disappointing him or getting hurt by him.
"No matter what happens in our future, I believe that we will find our way to each other's hearts. Because, Amor, you are the one." I lift my nightgown and start to unbutton his blue shirt, revealing his bare chest in front of me. My fingers run through his abs, making him lose his patience and grow hard. But his eyes are focused on me, and there I assure him that he is the one.
My lips trace his chiseled jawline, his bobbing Adam's apple, and his broad chest. My hand pushes him down as I lick his chocolate bars that have multiplied due to his heavy evening exercise.
His breath becomes shallow as my tongue reaches his nipples. I have never dared before, but I am doing it now. My tongue caresses the aureole, and my hand goes under his belt to his manhood. As soon as I start giving him some hidden pleasure, I don't fully comprehend what's happening, but I find myself underneath him. He no longer has the sensitive look he had just a few moments ago.
"I am here to cherish you, not the other way around. I am the man and you the woman. If you want me, just take me. Don't seduce me, enchantress, because I don't like to lose control. And here with you, I am the one who holds the reins." His voice is harsh, devoid of emotion or anything else. He takes my lips fiercely, as if wanting to punish my bold move. He takes my breath away, yet he is not satisfied.
"Why can't I give him pleasure too? I want to have power over him like he does over me, but..."
When his lips travel down to my most intimate area, taking me in with sweet motion between his lips, my mind goes blank. He knows how to silence me, and I give him everything he wants.
I don't want to complain because he is the one, but I can feel something else growing here, something dangerous. A cold shiver runs through my body as I stare into his eyes, which have turned dark and cold, devoid of the blue that was there before. With our eyes locked, I feel him enter me in one swift motion, without any warning. It's almost too much, and my eyes almost pop out from his incursion. But he doesn't move in and out like usual, he just planks over my body, caging my face between his elbows and looking at me.
Yes, he is just looking at my eyes, and I can read his thoughts just like he can read mine. I put my legs over his thighs and cross my arms under his ribs. The pain down there is subtle for now, but as soon as I respond to his movement, the pain comes back, and I mewl, hiding my face on his shoulder as I dig my short nails into his skin.
His lips start peppering their way from my jaw to my earlobe, another weak point of mine that helps me relax a bit before he starts moving again. And now, I start to like it too. More than like it, obviously.
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I have felt him getting closer these past few days, especially after his father's burial. He was a master at disguising his pain that day, taking care of me like I lost someone and not him. Until...
Flashbacks
"Tell me the truth, has something happened between you and him, romantically I mean?!" He is angry since Robert came with Maribel. I know he barely held himself during dinner, so I chose not to listen to his nonsense and prepared to sleep. But he pulled my arms forcefully.
I couldn't believe he was doing that. My arms were hurting, and I forcefully removed myself from him. "Don't ever dare to repeat this, or the consequences will not be good," I assert and move away. But he pulls me again, this time pressing me against his body, leaving no space between us.
"I am jealous of him. He has been before me. He must have tasted your lips, felt your warmth, and now he must, or he is doing it, with my sister..." He doesn't finish his sentence and leaves me there, flying out of the room. Immediately, I put on a night kimono and follow him.
I find him standing in the middle of their room when I turn to see what has kept him rooted there.
My heart shattered watching Maribel huddled over Robert's body, sobbing. Witnessing Robert in that devastated situation was something out of this realm. He is the strongest man I know, and yet he was crying together with her. Amor was stunned, but as soon as I took his hand, he nodded and followed me. He didn't speak, only went to his bedside and lay down. I went to his side and helped him move as he claimed his part. He didn't say anything, just rested his head on my chest, not needing to ignite anything more. His tears spoke about his pain. I kept stroking his hair and patting his shoulder all night. I never used to be the one to support others, I always took and never had the opportunity to give comfort like now. His cold tears wrecked my heart whenever they came in contact with my fingers that caressed his face.
Before morning, I believed he had stopped crying and I must have fallen asleep.
I woke up without him but heard the shower running. Without thinking twice, I joined him and, oh my goodness! He was a divine sight, rinsing the shampoo foam from his sculpted body. I touched his abs and he opened his eyes to see me there. I found myself underneath the water droplets, never leaving his eyes. But I shut my eyes tight and gasped when I found my back against the cold wall, my thighs wrapped around his torso, as his lips ravished mine. I don't have the willpower to resist him when his hands touch me. I am too vulnerable to oppose him in this naked state. He owns me, and that's what scares me. The part I enjoy most after showering with him is the dressing part. I choose what to dress and he puts them on. It's really a sight to behold how his face changes whenever I play dirty, provoking him, even though the shower session left me sore. Nonetheless, he musters up his emotions, especially those below his belt, and takes titanic patience to finalize my outfit. "You think if I had something with him, I would be here with you and him in the same place?" I explained what he doubted last night, staring at him as he was giving the final touch to my outerwear. It hurts that he had that thought about me and Robert, although the rude man always complicated things for me. "I believe in your eyes, but answer when I talk. I don't want to hurt you because then I will hurt myself." He kissed my inner palm and placed it on his chest. I felt how fast his heart was beating, although he didn't say it, I know what this gesture means. I grabbed his free hand and put it on my heart too. No need for words when our hearts beat fast, declaring what our tongues don't dare to elaborate. Holding hands as we were holding our hearts, we went toward the kitchen. He cooked as I watched him intently, still thinking about the steamy shower moments ago. I helped him with the plates on the veranda. The natural air filled my lungs. This is life, no matter the parks and trees in the city, you can't find the serenity and fresh air of the forest. He sat down first as I was placing the last plate. Instead of being seated on his side, he pulled me onto his lap. His magnetic blue eyes had me ensnared in his arms. He cocooned my lips with his, and all I saw were sparks as I savored the moment. We heard laughter coming from inside, and quickly I moved from his lap to his left side. He growled at me, earning a laugh-snore from my side, which put me in an embarrassing state.
"I love your laughter," he stated. I locked eyes with him, and then he kissed my crown of hair.
End.
Those words still linger in my mind as I contemplate the nature canvas in front of me. The crispy frost has covered the land with its crystal carpet. It's a rare event in Mexico, but when it happens, it looks like time itself has been frozen during the night. My eyes gaze at the immense blue that covers the land, finally a shade of blue that matches his eye color. I take a deep breath, suddenly becoming shy at the thought of him staring at me like the sky above. I close my eyes, imagining his radiant gaze, when my eyes don't receive any more light. Darkness comes from nowhere. As if my wish had come true, he stands before me with his sky eyes. My hands reach for his face that betray every emotion he feels at the moment.
Suddenly, I find myself wrapped in his chest.
"I am sorry, Sarahi! I hurt you last night. You wanted to please me, but my selfishness ruined your enjoyment. I know you want to be in charge too, and damn, I am crazy about it, but..." he hesitates, with tears close to his eyes. I can't leave him in his self-harming state when I am his cure. "Did I say something? Did I say stop and you didn't stop? No, right!" He nods as I continue, "I thought I would prefer a slow, gentle vanilla style, but I am enjoying your rawness and roughness day by day. Since the plane incident, my body has been accepting your possessiveness in bed. After all, you are my first, my second, my..." I couldn't finish because it's impossible to resist his lips for so long. And then he pulls me up, so I grab his body like an octopus, and he sits us on the bed. "Do whatever you want with me, but you know that one condition." I nod and proceed with my mission from last night. With my hand traveling down, he becomes my guide, teaching me to pleasure him without removing eyes from his face.
I just hope it doesn't become a compulsive obsession with what we feel for each other.