True Love
(Book 4) – Chapter 135

-You’re fired, Catrina. Antoni says sharply to the brunette.

-But… Why? What did I do wrong? asked the brunette with her arms up in the air.

-You know very well what you did.

-What? -You’re firing me for exchanging a few words with that foreigner. That’s very unfair, Toni.

-From what you’ve said, what right do you have to talk about me? -You and I have never had any kind of relationship.

-As if she’s just another conquest for you to throw away when you get bored.

-That’s none of your or anyone else’s business. Pick up your things and go. Jorge will give you your payment.

-But this is ridiculous, I don’t believe it. The woman shouted at him as he left the bar.

What was going on between him and Andromeda wasn’t going to end just like that, there was a connection and he would fight to keep it alive. He liked this woman, more than any other he had ever been with.

He looked out of the water-covered window, it was raining heavily that night, which was why he kept them closed to keep the water out. The sea looked amazing while it was raining, but it didn’t calm him, his heart was… What was that feeling? Pain? Anguish? What anger he felt, that Greek was getting under his skin and he had only seen it a couple of times. How frustrating to feel this way. She drew the curtains, and went back to bed, sighing as she hugged the feather pillow.

His stomach rumbled, telling him he should get up to make something to eat. He turned and looked up at the whitish ceiling, laziness was overcoming the urge to go downstairs and try to cook something. But suddenly the doorbell began to ring again and again without ceasing, she sat up in bed with a jolt, who the hell could it be in the middle of that storm?

It kept ringing, kept ringing. She made her way to the door, down the stairs like crazy as the person outside was ringing non-stop. She got to the big white wooden door and hated it, it had no peephole, no windows to see who it was. In her house they did. It was safer.

-Who is it?

-It’s me! But what was he doing in his house and in the middle of a tremendous downpour. -You know, I’m wet from head to toe.

She opened the door and the smell of rain penetrated her nostrils, the wind accompanied by a few drops of rainwater hit her causing her some peace. And in front of the whole spectacle, there he was, as she had said, absolutely wet but still as attractive as he had been in the morning. Her heart leapt with excitement when she heard him, and now it felt like it was going to burst out of her mouth when she saw him at her door.

-May I come in? he asked, dripping with water.

-Yes, of course come in. You’re really crazy, how could you even think of going out in this storm?

-I had to see you. Jesus Christ! That man was going to kill her with his words.

-Why? -Why?

-I can’t stand the idea that you think I’m a womaniser who just wants to play with you. -I can’t stand the idea that you think I’m a womaniser who just wants to play with you.

-I… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said all those things to you. She said with folded hands. -I feel ashamed of my childish behaviour, I hardly know you to go around talking about you like that.

He smiled as he listened to her, her words giving him a glimmer of hope. All the weight he felt a few moments ago was instantly lifted. He didn’t even care that he was wet, or that the cold was taking its toll on his bones.

-I…

-You’re soaking wet, you need to change before you get sick. And I feel guilty about it.

-You’re right, but I didn’t bring any clothes.

-I think there are some clothes in this house that might fit you.

She climbed the stairs with her heart pounding, she knew she had seen men’s clothes there, maybe Peter’s clothes. In the end. Antoni and he were about the same build. After a while he came downstairs with some clothes for the Greek to choose what he liked best.

-There’s a lot of men’s clothes here.

-Are you going to keep complaining or are you going to change?

He took the most comfortable thing and she pointed to the bathroom where he could change. Five minutes later he came out with his wet clothes in his hands.

-This…

-Oh yes! I’ll put them in the dryer.

But instead of taking the clothes, he purposely threw them on the floor so he could take her hands and pull her closer to him. Their mouths were almost together, a breath away from a k**s. He wasn’t looking into her eyes, but at her full, glossy lips. She parted them slightly and the distance between them shortened. An overwhelming sensation exploded inside them, invading them, making them lose control of their actions. They simply let everything flow in that moment.

He smelled of rain and man, an explosive combination for their hormones, which were more than a little excited for him. He wanted everything humanly possible to happen between them, and this time he didn’t intend to stop. Outside the storm was getting worse and worse, the temperature dropping rapidly. But inside the room where Andromeda and Antoni were, the temperature was rising with every passing second. Two bodies merged in a whirlpool of passions, one fully experienced and the other so naive and new to everything. Her movements were clumsy, but her partner didn’t seem to mind. He, guiding her, his caresses soothed the embarrassment she felt at being inexperienced.

Her passionate lover’s k****s were hot, hungry and eager. And all urged by her, he was claiming her as his own and she felt in heaven. Little by little he undressed her, at a slow pace, only parting his lips from hers when he needed to remove a garment. They didn’t say a word to each other, they would be left over in that special moment. The lovers lay naked on the white sheets, Antoni slowly settled between her legs, and she let him do it.

She was shaking like jelly, she was scared because it was her first time, and she had no idea what to do. She didn’t want him to be surprised that she was a virgin and ruin the moment. The sensible thing to do was to confess the truth. Antoni, sensing her stiffness, stopped to look at her.

-It’s all right, if you don’t want me to….

-No! It’s just not that. She looked away, searching for the right words.

-I don’t want you to feel pressured.

-I’m not. It’s just that I am. I look him in the eye. -Antoni, I’m still a virgin.

He looked at her like the most beautiful woman in the world, showing a tender and understanding smile. He was not frightened by the news, he touched her cheek delicately as if she were a crystal rose.

-If you’re not sure about going on, I’ll understand. I will know how to wait.

-I want you to make love to me. I want you to make love to me.

He gave her a look of… What was it? Love? Or was it tenderness? She was confused but she didn’t really care, she just wanted to feel him, to become part of him, one with him. He kissed her, barely touching her lips, as if asking permission to invade her mouth.

She was very excited, just having him so close, and feeling the caresses on her body was more than enough for her. His hands reached her thighs and she didn’t notice when it happened, she was so focused on his k****s that she forgot about everything else. After that it didn’t take her long to feel his member between her legs, she froze for a moment, but his k****s and caresses soothed her, it was like his personal painkiller, very soon she felt him trying to enter her tight cavity.