Page 39 of Stronger Than Fate
“What is it that you want?”
“I want a secure relationship, respect, honesty. I want to get to know you, spend time with you, and I’m talking about time outside the bedroom and...”
“I suppose in the bedroom too,” he interrupted, with his crooked smile.
“Yes; that too,” I affirmed, rolling my eyes. “What I’m trying to say is that...”
“You want a boyfriend,” he stated, interrupting me again.
“I can express what I think without you needing to do it for me. Can you stop interrupting me?” I scolded, and he looked at me, nodded his head and smiled. “What I want to say,” I indicated, and stopped speaking for a few seconds, challenging him with my gaze to see if he would cut off my argument again, but the sly fox only made the gesture of zipping his mouth shut.“Is that I want a partner to share everything with, but without sharing him with other women, and those women of course include previous ‘sexual friends.’”
“I believe that when we connect with someone in whatever way, as a casual or long-term partner, the important thing is to be ourselves, to show who we really are, not to hide behind appearances with the intention of pleasing the other person, to be sincere and not just say what is supposedly going to be agreeable.” I sighed.
“What I’m trying to say is that I get the feeling you’re showing yourself in a way that isn’t you, in a way that doesn’t make you comfortable, and you’re doing it to be able to sleep with me, but that’s not what I want. I know you’re not the faithful boyfriend type, the loyal boyfriend; you like being free and going out with all the women who want to be with you.
“And I’m not judging you, everyone is how they are, it’s simply not what I want, and I don’t want to pretend to agree with something I don’t,” I finished.
Henry looked at me with complete attention and seriousness. I gave him a few seconds to process what I had said. When I thought he wasn’t going to say anything and I was gathering courage to continue, he beat me to it.
“I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not, I don’t have a ‘good guy’ mask on so you’ll sleep with me. I told you how I am, but I also told you that I wanted to be with you, and if that means fidelity, then that’s how it will be, not because you’re imposing it, but because I chose it.
“Let me be clear that I don’t feel pressured, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. I’m a grown man, Dalina, I don’t need to pretend to sleep with a woman. If a woman wants to sleep with me, perfect; if she doesn’t want to, that’s fine too. I also don’t dothings I don’t feel, if I’m here it’s because I want to be, because I desire it.
“On the other hand, today I only had lunch with that friend because she called me and it seemed like a good idea to go out and clear my head a bit. When I left here I wasn’t in a good mood, but I didn’t meet up with her with the intention of having sex, in fact, she proposed it and I refused.
“I admit she wasn’t very happy about it, but as I told you before, I do what I want, not what others expect of me, so I did what I felt and told her no, without excuses.
“In short, if you’re proposing that I be your boyfriend with everything that means, which you’ve made very clear to me, I say: I accept. What do you say?”
At that moment I was the one left speechless. I was convinced he would firmly refuse to be ‘my boyfriend’ with all that it implied, but once again he surprised me with his decision. It was up to me to give him a vote of confidence or decide not to risk it. Could I trust him? Or better said, was I willing to trust him? I was clear that trust was the cornerstone on which any attempt at a relationship rested; without trust there was no possibility that the relationship would have a future.
“I accept,” I affirmed, with conviction.
Henry smiled. Without leaving the couch, he moved slowly toward me and looked into my eyes.
“Shall we seal the deal or whatever this relationship is?” he asked.
“It might be a contract, one with very implicit content, but I have the impression that we’re going to have to make it explicit,” I said, almost against his lips.
“In that contract, can I put a clause that says the girlfriend has to talk less when the boyfriend is seducing her with the intention of having fantastic sex?”
“What if the boyfriend silences her with a kiss instead?”
“I like that,” he said, and took possession of my mouth, unhurriedly, without restrictions.
With the expert caress of his lips, he played with mine and then plunged his tongue into my mouth. That kiss subjugated me, because I surrendered as soon as his lips touched mine. I tangled my hands in his hair and he moaned into my mouth. The kiss became more intense, while his arms surrounded me and the kiss increased in passion. Henry pulled away and without taking his eyes off me, took my hand and forced me to leave the couch.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said, and pulled me toward the bedroom.
As soon as we entered my room, he hugged me tightly, so tightly that I could feel the frantic beating of his heart beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. He began to remove the clothes I was wearing, doing it slowly and without taking his eyes off me. When I was completely naked before him, his gaze became burning.
“Turn around, I want to admire all of you,” he said, with an agitated voice and broken breathing.
I felt completely exposed, but the fire in his gaze gave me the courage I needed. I turned, standing with my back to him. Henry pressed against my back and caressed my buttocks with veneration. Without letting go, he inserted a finger into my sex and I began to moan uncontrollably.
“Your skin is so soft, your curves so delicate and perfect. You bewitch me with your sensuality. When I held you in my arms, I knew my life would never be the same,” he stated, while continuing his torture. “You’re ready for me and I’m going to take you now because I can’t wait another minute. Bend over on the bed with your back to me and bend your knees.”
I did as he asked while he completely undressed. When he came to my side, he knelt behind me and pressed my backside against him, sliding into my sex from behind. He began to move inside me while his moans and gasps intensified, as did mine. Guttural sounds emerged from the depths of his being.
