Page 79 of My Heart's Doctor
“Good? It was wonderful. You are wonderful, ‘Sweet’,” I affirmed, to make it clear that what she made me feel was intense, powerful, and left me completely vulnerable to her.
When our breathing normalized, I suggested we shower together, but it was obvious that with her naked beside me we weren’t just going to shower, and that was exactly what happened. In the shower I took her from behind and it was another experience like never before. With her I couldn’t get enough because I wanted to make love to her every moment, but I noticed she was tired and decided it was time to rest. I was putting on my underwear when I heard her comment and was left perplexed.
“Maybe it’s better if you leave now so you can come back early for Aurora.”
“Are you kicking me out?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Devon wassuggestingthat I leave, and that made me think about how ironic life was. Normally I was the one rushing out of my lovers’ beds while they tried to convince me to stay, but with Devon I wanted to stay and she was the one kicking me out without any subtlety. Life’s ironies that at that moment were playing with me and having fun at my expense!
“No, not at all. I was simply remembering that you had told me you didn’t want Aurora to see us together, so I assumed you would go to your house and come back tomorrow to take her.”
Touché.
I couldn’t reproach her for anything because those had been my words.
“Aurora won’t find out that I spent the night with you, she’s very young. We just need to make sure we don’t act like a couple in front of her,” I argued, aware that I was changing what I had said previously.
“You’re going to stay and sleep with me?” she asked, and her astonishment was such that it surprised me again.
“It doesn’t make sense for me to leave in the early morning only to come back in a few hours. Does it bother you if I stay?” I asked, because the idea that she might not want me to was beginning to worry me.
“No, really. It’s just that I thought... you didn’t sleep with the people you were dating.”
“I never have, but with you I’m going to make an exception,” I confessed, and I didn’t care.
“Why?” she asked, looking at me very attentively.
“I already told you, it doesn’t make sense for me to leave only to come back in a few hours. Now that we’ve cleared that up, can I get into bed?” I asked, because I didn’t want to give more explanations about something that wasn’t very clear to me either. While the thing about Aurora was true, I was also aware that I was doing it because I wanted to spend the whole night with her. I wanted her curled up in my arms.
“Go ahead,” she said, looked at me, and went into the walk-in closet in her bedroom.
While she was gone, I lay down on the bed with my back against the headboard. I observed her bedroom, because the previous time I hadn’t paid much attention to it, and noticed it was modern and decorated with very good taste and elegance. I also started thinking about what I was about to do. Even when I was married, I hadn’t slept with Cristina because she had asked to have her own bedroom, arguing that she didn’t like me seeing her without makeup and with messy hair. A complete absurdity typical of a frivolous woman who only cared about her appearance.
When I saw her come out of the closet, wearing a nightgown as sensual as hell that highlighted her perfect and elegant figure, I had to make a great effort not to pounce on her again. But I knew I had to let her rest because after the sex marathon in her bed and in the shower, I had noticed she was exhausted.
“Do you always sleep in this type of nightgown?”
“Yes.”
“Well, let me tell you that with that perfect and wonderful body of yours and that extremely sensual nightgown, I don’t know if I can keep my hands away from you, what am I saying, my hands—my entire body,” I affirmed, being completely honest.
“I’m going to check on Aurora and I’ll be right back,” she said, and I knew it was to change the subject, because although it continued to surprise me, I noticed that compliments embarrassed her, and she even seemed not to believe them. How could she not realize how beautiful she was?
“I already went and she’s sleeping peacefully. Now come to bed.”
“You’re in my spot,” she said, looking at me as if I had usurped something from her, but with a shyness that was even endearing.
“Then we’ll both have to sleep on this side because it’s the one I like too,” I pointed out, smiling sensually to provoke her.
“Since you’re the guest, I’ll allow it.”
“But we’ll have to come to an agreement because I don’t think this will be the last time we sleep together,” I anticipated, because I was sure that with her I wanted to continue experiencing that intimacy, and that surprised me too.
When she got into bed, I immediately embraced her and pulled her toward me. Devon rested her head on my chest and it was a wonderful feeling. With her I felt possessive and protective like I had never been before, but I was aware that those emotions made you feel attachment, and I still wasn’t sure if I liked that.
“I told you we would sleep on the same side, I don’t plan on letting you go all night.”
“I thought you were joking.”
