While he’s touching and hugging his skanky teacher who is, I’m in the kitchen eating ice-cream with homemade chocolate sauce and a generous sprinkle of nuts. Oh and there’s two wafers and some glacier cherries.
Calories? Who gives a fuck about calories?
But I’m wondering – is Diablo going to kiss his teacher during his lesson? Will she strip down for the lesson? She seemed so familiar and so happy to see him – do they know each other on another level? How come he’s not so reclusive anymore? I stab at my ice-cream. ‘Fuck!’
‘What is it?’ Rosa asks, shocked at my outburst.
I didn’t realise I cursed out loud. ‘Nothing ...’ I say and glance sulkily at the villa Diago’s in.
‘Aaaahhhh! You are jealous, Maria says and nods. ‘Good.’
‘No! Absolutely not. No, no no … ’
The two ladies gossip about me in Spanish.
‘I’m still in the room. Hello!’ I grab the carton of ice-cream and storm out of the kitchen. Damn! I forgot the chocolate sauce. I turn around, grab it and head to my room where I sulk between spoons of ice-cream.
Then I reach under my bed, remove the listening device and fling it out of the window. ‘I don’t give a rat’s ass - I’ll face the consequences later,’ I shout through the open window.
A few hours later, Diago returns.
I scan his face for – whatever – signs he has enjoyed his lesson, wants to have another lesson anytime soon, in love with his fucking tutor ...
‘How was your lesson?’ I ask feigning nonchalance.
‘Good,’ he says. ‘Let’s go to dinner.’
That’s it? That’s all I get after stressing for hours? Doesn’t he realise just how much of ice-cream and chocolate sauce I’ve consumed in his absence?
The calories – all adds up, you know.
* **
I’m loitering in the courtyard after dinner when Diago rocks up behind me and grabs me.
I chuckle and turn my face to look at him.
He kisses me slowly, deeply causing my knees to buckle. His sex education lessons with Senor Vito have really paid off and I’m benefiting big time.
We neck and Canoodle as his hands disappear under my sweater to gently knead my breasts. Unable to stop him, I sigh and lean my head back onto his chest. Encouraged by this, his hands travel slowly down my stomach and towards my thighs, disappearing between them briefly. Then he stops.
I want more, lots more. Why did he have to stop?
He wants more too, I can tell by his quick breaths and his erection pressing against me.
When we hear voices we quickly jerk apart.
He looks at me with glazed eyes. ‘Ask me.’
I look at him and close one eye.
‘Ask me! Ask me!’
Smiling, I take his hand. ‘Let’s go to my place,’ I whisper as I walk backwards.
He beams and I cha-cha to my room.
After a while, turn and sprint to my room and collapse on the bed where we resume our foreplay.
Slowly, he removes my top and tosses it aside. I smile. He caresses my shoulders before he unhooks my bra and my breasts spill into his gigantic hands.
Our foreplay really began a week ago and our bodies’ reaction to each other is feral. I rip off his shirt and kiss his tattooed chest.
He tugs off my skirt as I help him out of his pants.
We lie on the bed for a moment, noses touching. Then he kisses my lips, my neck, which is already angling. His lips are travelling towards my erect nipples. Gently he takes one in his mouth and sucks on it and I sigh. Then the other. My sighs get louder as his lips move away and kisses the insides of my thighs. ‘Diago,’ I whisper.
His face disappears between my thighs. Suddenly I’m writhing and clutching his head. I’ve never done that before. Such loss of control – that’s not me.
His tongue hieroglyphs my core so intensely that my body threatens to combust.
‘Diago, I want you inside me,’ I plead.
But he ignores my pleas and increases the intensity of my delightful torture.
When I can bear it no more, he sweeps towards me and in one amazing motion, kisses me hard, at the same time, thrusting his rock-hard erection into me with a force that only deep passion permits.
We rock hard and long, but I don’t want him to stop, to end things. I want Diago to exist inside me, to live as one.
‘Payton,’ he murmurs, ‘Payton …Senor Vito … is going to be angry at me, but I can’t … wait.’
Before I can respond, my clammy body shudders over and over again and I cling to him, my nails digging into his back.
Then I hear his deep grown and I feel his explosion too.
Outside me.
Lucky he did that, I tell myself. We’re practicing unsafe sex. Totally irresponsible.
As we lie in the afterglow of our lovemaking, he kisses my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, then my lips. I’m contented and I don’t ever want to leave his arms. I’ve never felt like this before – so wanted, so loved, so cherished and for the first time in my life, I feel whole. Yet, at the same time, I also feel out of control, unhinged, drugged.
He’s deep in thought. I turn to look up at him. ‘Think out aloud.’ I whisper.
He stares at me for a while. ‘Te amo,’ he finally says and places my hand across his heart. ‘With all of this.’
I’m taken aback with this. Didn’t expect him to say those words and I just don’t know how to react. Do I love him? But then, what about Austin? I love him, don’t I? Suddenly, I’m so confused.
He’s kisses me and I get the impression he doesn’t expect an answer. Thank God!