Chapter 12

We had been awake for some time, but we didn't get out of bed. We stood there, watching the sun's rays come in through the window and the temperature rise in the room. I make a trail with my fingertips down your chest, from your collarbone to your navel where I make small turns. Thamur's hand strokes my head in a pleasant affection. The silence in the room makes my hearing more accurate. like that, like his touch on my skin causing goosebumps on my body, the friction that his rough hand causes when it slides over my skin makes my sex pulse. Thamur sighs making my head lift with his chest, I can't see his face but I know he wants to say something.

—Bellinda, in two months I will be back.

—Back to where?

I ask in distress, feeling every muscle in my body tense. A feeling of panic overtakes me, I try not to show it even with my sweaty hands and my heart beating like crazy.

—Home. I do not live here, I just came to take care of some matters of this company.

—Why are you just telling me this now?

I ask, lowering my hand but beyond what I was going to do.

—I just didn't find the right time.

Speak by sinking your face into my hair. I don't want Thamur to leave, I got used to him and I want him to stay. Thinking about the possibility of him leaving and disappearing, makes my eyes sting.

—And you can't stay?

I speak in the hope that he will change his mind. I sink but my face on your chest inhaling your scent, sweet with something soft. His scent makes me feel calm, my body relaxes and I feel my heartbeat slow. I want to feel more of that smell, I want to have that memory lived in my head, when I lie in that bed I want to smell it on my sheets and on my whole being.

—I can't, that's why I want you to come with me.

—You?

I ask in surprise, lifting my head to look him in the eye, and make sure he is not lying.

—Yea! Didn't you think I would leave you behind? My beautiful, you are my wife, even though we are not married yet. I would never leave you.

—So are you going to take me and Molly?

—Of course I will. I know you have a life here, if you don't want to go you can tell me.

His expression is serious, I turn my head to the same place as before and I think there are many things here, which I don't want to leave behind. But I don't want him to go away and be apart.

—I can think?

—Think as long as you want.

His voice sounds understanding and I feel happy that he asked me before doing anything. He is learning and I am happy to be responsible for it. My hand passes under the fabric that covers his limb, his pubic hair tickles between my fingers. I close my fingers and gently tug at his hair, his member jumps into the fabric that holds it.

—Beautiful...

The same alerts me as if to say that I am arriving in a dangerous zone, I press my lips in a smile and keep going down until I reach its base. I try to close my hand on it, I give up when I realize that I can't do this. I lift my hand from its base and go up its length, it is as hard as stone. I salivate when I think of him in my mouth, when I reach the top I give two light squeezes. As I thought before, Thamur is a truly great man. I wonder how it all fit me. I make light movements up and down, the fabric disturbs my movements I get up on my knees on the bed and I stand between your legs, I hold on each side of the fabric and I descend the same, your member jumps out of the fabric, my sex pulsates with that act. I finish lowering the fabric and turn my attention to his member, secure him by the base again and make movements that are more precise and firm. Thamur's sighs make me wet the fabric of my panties.

Suddenly the same pulls me up being on top of my body, his fierce mouth devours my lips in a kiss. His tongue runs through my mouth in an agile way, he rubs his member in my sex that separates them by a cotton cloth. I feel my lungs burn, begging for air. I close my eyes feeling every sensation on my body, his hands roam over every part of my body as if he wants to devour me whole. I hear an installation and right after that a burning on my thigh, Thamur just gave me a nice slap on the thigh and oddly enough I liked it. The same moves his lips away from mine so that we can breathe, I open my eyes and see that his hands are concentrated on his blouse that I see, in seconds the buttons are flying with the raw shape that he opened my blouse. His mouth goes against my exposed breasts, at all times I look into his blue eyes that shine like that of a wild animal. I feel my breasts sensitive with excitement, his tongue circles around my aurora and then sucks on my nipple. I let out a loud moan that is muffled by his hand, I close my eyes again and feel him do the same in my other breast. I hold Thamur's arm that still has his hand in my mouth, muffling my moans, I run my nails over his arm, feeling the desire overwhelm me. My body is hot as a volcano, it takes my hand out of my mouth and gets out of bed, standing up. I watch his muscular body, bite my lips as he faces his member. His hands grab my heels and pull me to the edge of the bed. He pulls the fabric that slides down my legs, his hands hold my knees separating them leaving my sex completely exposed. The same passes his member through my entrata mirroring my lubrication along the entire length. I let out a sigh of pleasure as I feel it come into me little by little, pulling my lips away from my vaginas and going steadily but slowly. Thamur pushes hard at the rest, making me scream with pleasure.

—Try not to wake the children.

He talks moving slowly, I think for a second who he refers to and then Nick and Molly come to my mind, I cover my mouth, stifling my moans, having Thamur Garson inside me is something inexplicable, the desire and sensations he gives me. makes you feel something inexplicable. His movements increase making my body sway, my breasts rise up and down. The same passes his hands under my legs, lifting them and placing them on his shoulder and then he bends over me.

—Let's test your elasticity Mr. Garson.

He speaks provocatively, holding both hands to the side of my face. I take my hand out of my mouth, grabbing the bed cover, its mouth sinking into mine. His movements are fast, I feel that something is going to explode inside me, I release the cover of the bed and sink my hand into Thamur's hair, free myself from his kiss and bite his shoulder, stifling the cry of desire when I feel something explode inside me. I enjoy without control or any shame, my sex pulses sensitive. He lets out a shriek crumbling inside me, his body falls over mine, but I don't feel his weight on me. I hear his heavy, uneven breathing, just like me. Our bodies are sweaty and stuck together. He raises his head, his eyes are affectionate, he kisses my lips tenderly and gets up leaving me, I look at his hand in the air. I take your hand and jump up as I take a step, my leg weakens, before I go to the ground it holds me.

—I'm sorry if I was rude to you.

She speaks looking at me in a worried way, I shake my head in denial and smile sweetly.

—Don't worry, I loved it.

I speak nothing but the truth. No man I've ever slept with has given me as much desire as he does, Thamur knows how to treat a woman in bed. What happened now just makes me want to remember the first night we spent together. The same takes me in his arms and takes me to the bathroom, when he puts me in the shower he turns on the water. My body instantly cools when it touches the water and all the heat I was feeling is gone.

—What cold water.

Thamur comments with a frown when he feels the coolness of the water. I let out a little laugh.

—I'm sorry sir, for not having hot water. The heater broke and I have to wait for the technician.

I speak in a humorous way, but I can see that from his expression he didn't like it. I put my face under the icy water to hide my embarrassment, when I finish using the soap and wash my hair, I take all the soap out of my body and wrap myself in a bathrobe. Thamur takes me back to bed in his arms and goes back to the bathroom, I hear him showering and before long he comes back drying himself on my face towel.

—I'm sorry, I don't have spare towels.

—Okay, that served.

He speaks leaving the small towel aside and going to a small suitcase that he brought yesterday, he takes off a change of clothes, I see that it is gray sweatpants and a navy blue cotton shirt, this time he wears a neutral underwear. I watch him wearing his clothes and I feel salivated at the thought of having him inside me again. When I put the shirt on I feel embarrassed when I realize that I was staring at him. The same goes back to the bathroom and seconds it comes to me with my hairdryer in hand.

—Backwards.

Without questioning him, I do what he says, my body relaxes when I feel the warm wind touch my skin. I close my eyes absolving the sensation, but as everything that is good ends soon. Thamur sets the dryer aside and I see him going to my closet, he comes back with a questioning look.

—Where are your clothes?

He asks, pointing behind his body with his index finger, towards the closet door.

—My clothes are dirty, I was going to take them to the laundry but I didn't have time.

I answer by going under the covers, I'm still cold from the cold water. Although the dryer helped a little. I make a loose bun and lay my head on the pillows.

—Do you mind if I buy you some clothes now?

Question sitting on the bed in front of me.

—I have clothes.

I respond by stretching my arm to the furniture next to the bed, taking out my cell phone. I turn on the screen and look at my messages.

—But you don't have any now, and wearing a bathrobe is not the best option.

I think Thamur is right. Nick is here and I don't want to show up for breakfast like a slob.

—Fine.

I agree. The same takes his cell phone and goes to the bedroom door, before leaving he looks at me.

—I'm going to prepare coffee, I'll be calling you soon.

—Humrum.

I mumble when I see that Marcy has sent me a message, I look towards the door and see that he has already come down. As I open the message and read it, I feel my eyes widen.