“Look at me,” I whispered to him.
Alejo half opened his eyes. He looked like he was stuck in a world of euphoria and he refused to fight it. I ran my hand down his chest slowly and he took a deep breath. I began to rub him gently over his pants and he let out his breath in a shuddery sigh before he grabbed me by the back of the head and looked into my eyes like he wanted to devour me. Instead, he held my gaze before leaning forward and kissing me roughly.
I pulled away from him and sat up quickly.
/> “I’m sorry,” I whispered, “I don’t know what went wrong.”
I felt his fingers as he lightly ran them down my back. Alejandro didn’t say anything; he just lie there and let his fingers drift up and down my spine.
I could feel my panties becoming wet at his soft, gentle touch and I glanced back at him. His eyes were closed, and it looked like he was almost asleep. I took a deep breath and climbed on top of him, settling myself on top of his restrained erection. Alejo smiled softly and opened his eyes to look at me.
“You’re driving me crazy, you know. I don’t know what to do right now. I mean I know what I want to do, but I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for,” he said, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
“Can I be honest with you?” I asked, tilting my head. He nodded. “I want to do this Alejandro. I want to be with you. I want to know what it feels like to have you inside of me again, but I feel like a whore,” I said softly.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I know I’ll be with Mitchell soon and I won’t deny him either. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should know whom I’m supposed to be with and this shouldn’t be part of me figuring it out, but my desire for you is undeniable. I’m sure you know that by now. I have thoughts of what it’s like to be with you and I see things. I think what I see is us being together before. I ... want to be with you Alejandro. My desire for you is raging deep inside of me and it’s pooled to my opening. The only thing that will quench my want for you right now is to have you deep inside of me, loving me like you did before.”
“Livie, I understand what you want from me right now, but is it what you need?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed softly.
“Trust me, then.”
Alejo leaned up and took my face in his hands, pulling me down slowly toward him. He pressed his lips softly against mine, his arms holding me tightly.
I honestly didn’t know what felt better in that moment. His gentle kiss, his amazing hug, or what I was still straddled on.
When he finally let me go, I reached down for the bottom of my top and pulled it off. Alejo leaned back against the pillows and looked at me. This time his eyes weren’t hungry and they weren’t pleading. They were calm and full of memories. I put my hands on his chest and smiled at him. With a chuckle, he reached one hand behind me, flicked the back of my bra, undoing it.
“One finger? That was talent,” I said, with a raised eyebrow.
He chuckled again and reached up for my bra and gently pulled it off. He sighed happily and tilted his head slightly staring at my bare breasts.
I almost immediately felt shy and put my arms across them, but Alejandro reached up and gently pried them away. He shifted underneath me and I grinned. His obvious erection seemed to have become harder at the sight of me half naked on top of him.
“Mi preciosa,” he whispered as he pushed himself up to a seated position.
I smiled and closed my eyes as his lips grazed my neck. There was something about when he spoke Spanish that made me feel a little naughty; as if though what he was saying, was meant for me, was not meant to be understood.
Only felt.
And I did feel it; every single time, straight down to my core, where it reverberated until it sent a pleasant hum flowing through my veins. But in this moment, with Alejo’s hands moving slowly all over my body, exploring every inch as if committing it to memory coupled with the sensation of his lips and tongue leaving trails of flames down my neck... I knew that I wouldn’t want to ever know what it felt like to not be with him again.
Six
“Smile!”
I threw my hands up in the air and the biggest, most genuine smile in the world crossed my face. I was ecstatic to be in Rome and it made Alejo laugh. Our first stop was naturally the Colosseum and when we first approached it I grabbed his arm and all but jumped up and down in giddiness.
I reached into my purse for my phone, and pulled up the camera on it.
“Take another one with my phone,” I said handing it to him.
With a grin he held it up and told me to smile again. This time I decided to look like I was deep in mock thought with a finger to my lip and an arm wrapped around myself. When Alejo handed the phone back, I sent the picture to three people and dropped the phone back into my purse.
“Come on,” he said taking me by the hand as we left the Colosseum. “We can see it again on the way back, but there’s something I want to show you.”