Page 51 of João
She came so beautifully, her body bowed in pleasure a magnificent vision as she let herself go. Fuck, I envied her in that single second when Gisele transported herself elsewhere. I envied her the freedom to do that, to unshackle herself, even if for a second, from everything she was.
The silence lengthened when I shut off the engine once we pulled up to my driveway.
“Plant room?” Gisele asked quietly.
“You know it.”
Not letting go of her hand was the only thing on my mind as we made our way to the greenhouse. Gisele padded barefoot to our secluded cove and plopped herself on the sofa, her gaze inviting me to sit close.
She had so much power over me and she didn’t even know it. Power dynamics had always been very linear in my previous experiences, but with Gisele there were undercurrents and layers I couldn’t explain. She was in my head all the time; her feelings were of the utmost importance to me. Her thoughts and opinions were sacred. Gisele had managed to wedge a space in what I thought was a weary heart incapable of granting more to anyone not already in my circle.
“You want snacks?” I asked, delaying sitting down, my chest tight for an unknown reason.
“No, I want comfort. I want you, Master,” Gisele said simply, and there was nothing but to grant her her every wish.
The sofa yielded to my weight. I sat back and arranged both of us, gently dragging her body over me so she could lay her head on my chest while we both stretched across the length of the sofa.
“This is what I needed.”
“This is what I needed too.”
A breeze played with the leaves of the lush foliage in the room, creating a symphony of nature and calmness. Here in this space, we could both just be us. Or be no one.
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” Gisele asked.
“Woman, I tell you everything.” I chuckled, my chest shaking making Gisele lift her head in amusement.
“You’re delaying the answer, and I thought we didn’t lie to each other.”
“You right, we don’t. I don’t, boa menina, I tell you what is on my mind all the time.”
“How about what’s in your heart?” Her whispered question hit the target just as she intended.
“I didn’t even think I had one of those for a minute. After my father died…fuck, even before, I had been feeling adrift. Questioning everything I knew and I was. You…you scare me,Gisele Jacquet. You remind me of what it is to hope and pray, and have faith.”
“Oh, João, is there anything wrong with being reminded of that?”
This woman.
“I stopped believing in anything I couldn’t see or feel a long time ago.”
“How long ago?”
“When my mother died, alone. In Brazil. That is when my faith probably died. With her. She was the source of wonder and goodness in our lives and our father took that away from us, just to be able to remarry in peace. My life has a lot of fucked-up memories, so I try to focus on the now. The present. But not all the memories are bad. We used to have a blast with my mom, she was such a fun person to be around. I remember just wanting to do everything that she did ‘cause it looked so cool and it brought her so much happiness. That is why we all garden, and for me…I also followed her passion for church. I…used to be an altar boy with mom. We both served at church.”
“You must have looked so cute with your vestment, all legs and arms and awkward teenage energy.” The rumbling of her laughter soothed me, letting me relax into the story.
“Yeah, you’re right, I looked goofy as fuck, but let me tell you, all the ladies in the church loved them some João.” Gisele giggled and my fingers itched to produce that sound again. I sank my hands into her soft flanks and tickled her.
“João! Stop, oh Lord, I’m gonna pee in my pants if you keep it up.” Her laugh filled every space of the greenhouse. I swear the plants all lifted a little as if the sun had materialized inside of here and they wanted some of its heat.
“Damn, we progressed to watersports already?”
“João!” she exclaimed, gasping for air between her melodic laughter, her soft curves pressing against me, wriggling back and forth, her ass creating delicious friction against my hardness.
“You want to make fun but can’t take the repercussions, huh?”
Gisele was a solid, thick woman but she was no match for me. I turned her over, pressing her against my chest, face to face. Her eyes gleamed with excitement and happiness and something yielded in my chest; a pressure let go that I wasn’t aware had been there.
