The Carver, page 7
“So…can we have the awkward conversation and get it over with?” He cleaned his lips with a napkin.
“About?” What could be more uncomfortable than to eat with a man who fucked me like crazy only hours ago?
He was trying to figure me out. “Protection.”
“Oh. Yes, I was going to tell you…you came prepared last night, huh? Am I so easy to figure out?” I tried to contain my laughter.
“I was hoping but had no idea what was going to happen.” Now he seemed a little flushed.
I crossed my arms. “Really?”
Putting his hand over his heart he said, “I swear. I debated whether to bring condoms or not, but decided to play it safe. You had all those tests done so I knew you were healthy.”
“How about you?” I felt more relaxed with him. We had been through a lot together already. I trusted this man.
“I have never had unprotected sex. I started having sex early on so my dad was open with me and stressed for me to always use condoms. I never questioned it. You have been the only woman I have been with, that when it came down to it I didn’t want to wear one.” I was hypnotized by his words. He paused before saying, “I wanted to feel you. I can test myself in one of the clinics and give you the results if you want. Of course I didn’t want to risk a pregnancy so I used one when it was my turn…you know.”
“Oh, I know. It was my third orgasm already.” I chuckled and he smiled at his conquest.
“It was my pleasure.” Oh, that dimple drives me nuts. “So…what do you suggest?”
“I can use the pill. I used it in my last relationship.” He shifted as I merely mentioned another man. I loved it.
He leaned in and took me in his arms, giving me a juicy kiss. He kept on kissing my neck and said in my ear, “Only if it is okay with you. I would love to be able to feel you and come in you.” I moaned as his voice set me on fire.
As his kiss ended slowly, he looked straight at me. “Do you want to have that conversation too?”
“Which one?” I leaned in, smelling his scent, feeling a little dizzy.
“The bastard that came before me,” he said, holding me possessively.
His serious face made me smile. “Maybe we can leave it for later?”
“Good idea. I cannot picture you with anybody else.” I felt taken and loved it.
“Well, I assume you have your list, too, buddy.” I took his hand and held it to my lips.
“List?”
“Yes, look at you!”
“What?” He glanced down at himself.
“Do not play innocent with me, you must have a club of groupies after you.”
“Mamita, you are so wrong,” he said with a smile.
I sat up and stared at him quizzically. He was wearing the T-shirt he had under his dress shirt last night, and his underwear. I was naked under my robe. I kept checking his massive body, thinking how he had been inside me less than eight hours ago.
“What are you thinking about?” He looked at me with his half smile and enchanting dimple.
I smiled and paused before saying, “Nothing.”
“I am thinking about nothing too.”
He touched my damp hair and caressed my face with the back of his hand. I could not resist and surprised him with a kiss.
“Come here.” He pulled me close again. Our mouths met in an endless kiss. I wanted to eat him, eat all of him. I stood up and kneeled before him, placing myself between his legs.
“What are you doing?” He grabbed my shoulders.
“What do you think I’m doing? Finishing my breakfast,” I said, seductively touching the elastic band of his underwear. He was speechless and looked a little stunned. I took advantage of the element of surprise and exposed him in front of me.
“You look super yummy.” His eyes stared with a shocked expression on his face, waiting for my next reaction. I put him in my mouth. My tongue licked the bottom part of his shaft and my lips went up and down, over and over and over. I felt his hand tangled in my hair and heard his low but desperate moans. My folds were wet and my chest was heaving. I kept going at him, without giving him a chance, when he whispered, “Baby, I cannot last if you keep this up.”
I did not listen. I wanted to eat him up. I wanted to rock his world and from the sounds he was making, I was doing just that.
“Vanessa.”
He pleaded but had his hand on the back of my head and did not stop me from taking him deeper. He tasted so good. I could feel my own desire add to my excitement. My hand instinctively caressed his thighs as I took him deeper. Still, he was not completely in my mouth, he was too big.
“Baby…fuck!”
My trance did not end until I felt his salty essence cascade down my throat. I had never done that with a man before without gagging and I had definitely never swallowed before. Not even with Chuck, who I thought was the love of my life, until I met Fernando. Fernando was different. I wanted to do it. I wanted to please him. I enjoyed making him feel good. His eyes were half closed, his face full of wonder, and it excited me more.
“Wow,” was all he said and I sat back on the bed and took a little plate of berries. He stared at me. “Oh no missy, my turn.”
He started kissing me and took the raspberries from my hand.
“Hey. That’s mine.” I played, trying to get the berries back.
“Not anymore.” He took one berry and put it in his mouth, and then he pressed it against my mouth. His kiss was juicy and delicious. Then he placed more berries between my folds. His tongue pressed the fruit against my skin and I could feel the sweetness of it on me. His mouth devoured my mound hungrily. This man was gifted. He nibbled, bit, licked, flicked, did everything a woman needed to ignite the fire within her. I felt my body trembling and my orgasm came unexpectedly, making me scream my delight.
“I love raspberries.” He smiled. “What have we here? I got you dirty, again. What can we do to salvage this situation?”
I smiled and then he pulled me up over his shoulder and took me to the shower.
“I have an open invitation that I want to redeem.”
“Yes you do.” I spoke between giggles.
He led me to the shower and turned it on with ease. Turning to me, he opened my robe and let it fall to the floor. As we went in the shower, the warm water embraced us and I felt his wet mouth on my lips again, tasting the combination of my body with raspberries. He took some shampoo and massaged my head and shoulders. I closed my eyes and put my head back to expose myself to him. From my shoulders, he massaged my chest, back, butt, pussy, thighs, legs, and feet with shower gel. He bathed me, took care of me. I had never felt so cherished by a man before. He kept telling me how beautiful and precious I was. It was nirvana. Could it be I had finally found my soul mate? It sure felt like it. Now it was my turn. I copied his wonderful bathing ritual, hovering over his back and shoulder tattoo. God! It was so sexy. When I touched his manhood, it was saluting me already.
“You are insatiable, aren’t you?” Damn he is huge.
“When it comes to you, I definitely am. You have no idea how many times I pictured you with me in a shower since I met you. I have a lot of fantasies to catch up on.” He smiled like a horny teenager.
I closed my eyes and laughed, but when I opened them, he was observing again.
“What?”
“I would like you to meet my folks.” He was so casual. I felt silent. “Don’t freak out on me, Vanessa. You’re my girlfriend. I want you to meet them.”
I gave him a questioning look. “Girlfriend?”
“Do you think I have sex and shower with acquaintances? Wait, do you?” He was alarmed.
“Of course not.” I chuckled.
“Too fast?” I could see his impatience. I could not believe this. Most women complain about their boyfriends not being able to label their relationship or meeting family, and here I was with the opportunity to do it all.
I hugged him tight, still not believing he was real. “I would love to meet them.”
He smiled and kissed me slowly. The soap was gone but we stayed, enjoying each other.
“Hold on.” He left me in the shower and came back in a second. “I cannot wait to have you without these.” He showed me the little foil package and I laughed.
“How many did you bring?” I asked while he put the condom on his pulsing erection. I could still savor him in my mouth.
“Ten.” The number came out without hesitation. “Last night, one fell out of my pocket during dinner. I was scared you might see it so I pushed it under the table.”
“Ten, huh?” I couldn’t contain my laughter.
“Yep. I have only used one. We definitely have to rectify that situation. I have eight left.”
“Are you going to give me a sex overdose?” I asked while he put his arms around my waist and held me to him.
“I hope you did not have any plans for today, outside this room I mean.” His body felt so good against mine.
“I don’t think eight will be enough,” I said, admiring his dark stare.
“Baby, I can always get more while you sleep.” He had a devilish grin.
We made love for hours, in the shower, while we dried our bodies in the bathroom, against the wall, on the bed, on the floor, on our suite balcony, everywhere. Fernando ordered room service with the most delectable food. We ordered another chocolate dessert that we ate off each other, making it our best time together yet. I decided to run a bath to take off the chocolate from our bodies while Fernando called housekeeping for clean sheets. We made a mess, but we did not care. We could not get enough of each other. After listening to him talk to somebody in our room, he came in and joined me in the tub. I lay between his legs, resting my back on his chest. Both of his arms were around me and I felt like the luckiest woman alive.
“How do you say ‘I love you’ in Spanish?” I stared at our joined hands.
“Te amo or te quiero,” he whispered in my ear.
I repeated the phrase with the biggest American accent. He laughed at my poor attempt to run my r’s.
“Te quiero, Vanessa,” he whispered with his perfect Spanish accent that drove me wild. I turned my face to him and he lowered his to kiss me sweetly. We closed our eyes and surrendered to each other, making love once again.
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Sunday morning came, and with it, the realization our amazing weekend was over. I was packing my toiletries when he came in the bathroom and hugged me tight.
“I don’t want to leave.”
“You read my mind.” I gave him a quick kiss.
“Let’s stay,” he whispered in my ear
“I gotta go back to work, you do too.”
“I don’t want to.” He spoke with sadness while he caressed my hair.
“It’s not that bad, we can meet up after work tomorrow. It’s not like we live far.”
“Vanessa, there is something you need to know.” His cell phone rang and he immediately answered.
“Si, papi. ¿Todo bien? ¿Esta bien si llevo a mi novia a cenar a la casa? Quiero que la conozcan…. Si, un beso a mami. Okay, los llamo luego.” He hung up with his signature smile.
I had no idea what he had said in Spanish, but it sounded sexy. “You were going to tell me something?”
“Nothing important. My folks want to meet you. Is Tuesday after work okay with you?”
He saw the panic in my face. “They are going to love you.”
“Fernando, I…you are just so wonderful…I…”
He cupped my face. “What?”
“I don’t want to fuck up. I feel too happy right now. I’m afraid it won’t last.” I did not meet his eyes.
“Baby, come here.” He hugged me close, reassuring me that we were together as one. “I need to tell you something.”
“Oh God, look at the time. We need to check out from this magical room. Come on!” I pulled him out of the room.
“I’ll get that, let me walk you to your car.” He offered like the perfect gentleman he was.
We went downstairs, and he checked us out and took care of everything. I was not used to someone taking charge. I had accomplished, on my own, everything I had in my life. The only person I had relied on was Ricky, and most of the time I took care of him as well.
We reached the car and he pulled me close. “Stay with me tonight.”
I leaned on his chest and let out a deep sigh. “Baby, I can’t. I have things to do in my apartment so I can go to work tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to sleep without you.” He kissed my neck, making me question my resolve.
“Please don’t make this harder.” I closed my eyes and memorized how his lips felt on my skin.
When we got home, he escorted me to our building. We parked and walked hand in hand to my apartment.
“Grab some clothes and come with me,” he insisted.
“Fernando…” I gave him a warning look but could not compete with his sweet hazel eyes.
He kissed me again and gave me a little squeeze on my behind. “Please?”
“Fine…persistent man.” I was happily defeated. He smiled and kissed me hard, pressing my body and owning it.
“Do you want me to leave with you or not?” I said, trying playfully to get out of his embrace. His cell phone rang, the screen lit up, and he quickly silenced it.
“On second thought, do you mind if I crash here instead?” He changed his mind so suddenly. I wonder why?
“Why? Are you messy?” I softly bit his lip.
“All I need is my laptop to work,” he said and gave me full access to his neck, which I nibbled and kissed softly.
“Oh, okay. Go get your stuff and come back. I’m going to do some laundry Are you hungry? We can order takeout.”
“Okay baby, you do your thing and I’ll bring my things and take care of food. I’ll be right back.” He gave me a quick peck and a slap on my butt, which made me squeal. He chuckled and left.
I used my time wisely, taking everything out of my suitcase, washing clothes, cleaning, taking care of some bills, and writing to-do lists for the week. In no time, two hours had passed and my phone rang. It was him. What was taking him so long?
“Hey, where are you?”
“I’m sorry, Vanessa, but I won’t be able to stay with you tonight. I had to go to one of the clinics, it was an emergency.”
“What type of emergency? Is everybody all right?”
“Nothing for you to be worrying about, business stuff. I ordered some food for you. You’ll receive it shortly. Can I call you later? I’ll be back late tonight,” he whispered.
“Sure.” I felt a little disappointed.
“I know that voice.” He let out a sigh.
“No, baby, do what you gotta do. I miss you already,” I said, opening my dryer to fold my laundry.
“I love you.” His voice was sweet this time and it made me smile. I did not want to be a clingy girlfriend. He owned businesses, a whole chain of them.
“I love you.”
He hung up. In five minutes, my food arrived. I stuffed myself with Brazilian food and remembered our first date. It seemed like such a long time ago. After lunch, I finished my chores and took a nap. When I woke, I decided to take a bubble bath to pamper and prep myself for what Fernando would do to me that night. I shivered with anticipation, thinking about it. My mind wandered, remembering our wonderful weekend together. How could he be such a big part of me already? I felt like half of me was missing. I went to my bathroom to set up my bubbly experience and when I opened my cabinets, all my shower gels and toiletries were gone. I felt a dangerous uneasy feeling and my heart was beating out of my chest. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and my lunch was not settling in my stomach. What the…? My cabinet was wiped clean, but I noticed a small piece of paper. With trembling hands, I took it and read the message it created with letters from magazines:
I want to smell like you
What the fuck! I put the note down and panic ran through me. Was I alone? I took my keys and cell phone, put on some shoes, and ran out. I called Fernando right away and he answered on the first ring.
“Hey gorgeous.”
I started crying and saying gibberish even I did not understand. I ran down the street like a crazy maniac.
“Vanessa, stop. I don’t understand. Where are you?”
“I’m walking down the street…he was in my apartment!”
“Vanessa. Stop and tell me where you are. Now!”
I stopped and looked around me and I was three blocks away from our apartment already.
“I’m at 186th Street and 67th Avenue,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
“There is a fire station just one block east. Do you know where it is?”
“Uh…”
“Vanessa! Focus.”
“Yes. I know where it is.”
“Okay, baby, go over there and stay there. I’ll go and pick you up. Stay there, I’ll call them now.” He hung up without saying another word.
I walked to the fire station, unsure of this plan. What would I say? Hey, firemen! Some fucker stole my soap? This was mad. But Fernando told me to do this and he was all I had right now. I walked slowly, looking over my shoulder. When I was finally there, the firemen were washing their truck and eating lunch. There was laughter and they seemed relaxed and at ease. I walked to them, feeling like a complete idiot.
“How can we help you, ma’am?” One of them said with curiosity. I did not know what to say. A middle-aged man came from behind the building running. “Are you Vanessa?”
“Yes,” I said, wiping my tears away.
“Please come with me.” He led me to his office.
I followed him like I was going to the principal’s office. He was tall and rugged. You could tell he exercised and he kept well for his age. After he closed the door, he kindly showed me to a seat. “Would you like water or coffee?”
“No thanks.” I stared at my trembling hands.
“The police will be here shortly.” He gave me a bottle of water anyway.
“Fernando called you? How do you know him?”
He frowned. “Who?”
“Mr. Escudero?”
“Oh yes, he did. I’ll give you some privacy.” He quickly stood and left.
I saw him leave and talk to the guys outside. Probably telling them he had a crazy lady in his office. I pulled my phone out and called Fernando.
