Later in the evening, I went back to my nanny's house, which I was reluctant to leave because I had never lived alone. I enjoyed her company and most importantly, her cooking. "You're back!" She sounded thrilled to see me. Uh oh! There was more to her excitement. "Carlos is here. Isn't he?" I guessed. She nodded and went back to her knitting. I had missed Carlos but I didn't want to see him. Not after he asked me to be his girlfriend, which I still hadn't decided. Oh God! The painting! If he was in my room he had seen it already. My intention was for that painting to never see the light of day. I hastily climbed the stairs to save the remainder of my dignity. The door was slightly open and as soon as I stepped into the room, his signature cologne was present in the air. So saccharine! He cleaned up nicely and that was one of the many things that I loved about him. He was hovering over the painting which I wished he hadn't seen. I coughed nervously to announce my presence. "What is the story here?" He asked me and slowly turned to face me. "The painting is about a young man who was physically abused by his stepfather when he was a teenager. somehow he lived through it even though it left him a little bit scarred. He didn't hold on to the pain, he didn't let it turn him bitter," I explained the meaning behind the painting that I had completed the other day. "In my version of the story, he did turn bitter. It landed him in juvie," he stated. "Well, he came out of juvie stronger and the best version of himself," I defended my version of the story. I avoided locking eyes with him and stared at the nude painting of him which had taken me four days to complete. I had been avoiding him for the last couple of days but I missed him and couldn't bear the absence. My ego on the other hand couldn't let me call him back after ignoring his calls. So, I did what I did best, buried myself in painting. Classic Eva move! I vividly captured his hazel eyes and the hair that hung on the sides of his face when I first saw him. I made sure to include my imagination of what I thought his scars looked like minus the tattoos which did a great job covering them up. "What about the nude part?" He asked yet I was hoping he wouldn't. "You have a problem with it?" I asked trying to stray from the main point. "No, I like that you are sexualizing me in your paintings. At least I crossed your mind even though you've been avoiding me," he said. "You might not believe it but I missed you. The painting was a way of dealing with my feelings," I said. He drew close to me and embraced me from behind such that his arms were pressing on my boobs. "I believe you," he whispered in my ear. "Is the painting for sale?" He asked. "No, never," I declared. I would never sell that, not in a million years. "Good," he said and I could tell that he was smiling. "I don't have an answer for you yet," I gave him an update regarding the 'be my girlfriend situation'. "That's okay. Am I allowed to kiss you?" He asked and I nodded. "I missed you too doll," he said before planting kisses on my neck and nipping at my earlobe. He spun me around such that we were facing each other and were it not for his arm around my waist, I would have dropped to the floor because of how weak that eye contact made me in the knees. "You okay?" He asked and I nodded. "I have an idea," he said and led me to the couch in the room. He sat and I climbed on his lap straddling him. "Where were we?" He asked playfully and placed his hands on my waist then moved them higher to get ahold of my cardigan which he pulled over my head. I felt more comfortable around him. "I forgot to bring protection," he whispered to me. "Not to worry. There are many ways to have fun," I said and proceeded to unbutton his shirt and in return, he unhooked my bra which he sent flying across the room. "That's pretty expensive you know," I whined. "It's a good thing your future boyfriend can afford it," he said. "You're too cheesy," I said before crashing my lips into his so that he did not get a chance to defend himself. I kissed him as hard as I could, with all my soul, like nothing else in the world mattered as long as we were in each other's company. He was my weakness, the Romeo to my Juliet. It was during moments like that that I shoved all my worries aside to concentrate on his warm sensual lips devouring my mouth. I leaned forward for support because of how my whole body was yearning for his touch. "God, I missed you," he groaned as he steadied me with the grip of his hands on my hips. Mine traced the tattoos on his chest and my lips broke contact with his to catch a breath and later focused them on his neck. "I could get one for you if you'd let me," he said and that stopped me from kissing him. I rolled my eyes because I didn't think he was serious. "I'm not joking," he said. "Baby steps, Gomez," I nervously said before unbuckling his belt. "Take them off," I instructed him to take his trousers off and he slid them down his legs gently. The sun had set and I loved how dimly lit the room was. "Bed?" He asked and I nodded. He lifted me in his strong hands and placed me on the bed. He continued kissing me but this time on my breasts. Little whimpers of pleasure escaped my mouth. I could feel the pleasure extending to my core as attested by the growing wetness in my undies. "Say yes to being mine," he whispered and continued torturing me with his kisses. "I am yours. I don't need a girlfriend title to prove that," I replied. "Are you...mine?" I hesitantly asked and he stopped to look me in the eye with his hands caressing my waist. "I am yours, love," he assured me and slid my pants off leaving me exposed in my soaking wet undies. He slid his hand into my undies, touching my core. My face flushed red with embarrassment as he smiled at me after he discovered how turned on I was from his kisses and touch. "Touch me," I implored him as soon as I became aware of the growing ache between my legs. "Not to brag but I had something better in mind," he boasted and I swallowed the nervousness that was growing in my throat due to the promise of pleasure at the hands of the most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes on.
He kissed me from my mouth down to my breasts. He then lowered himself to my waist and hips, placed his hands on both my legs, and slowly spread them. I felt him kiss my core through my undies and squeeze it lightly with his lips. His tongue softly ran over my core from the bottom right up to the clit. When it came to intimacy, I had nothing to compare it to but deep in my heart I knew that sex with Carlos was the best I was ever going to experience. It was the bar. He slowly slid my panties off while keeping his eyes on me. It felt like he was letting me know he had plans for my body. He then grabbed my legs and placed them over his shoulders, one after the other. I chuckled nervously and prepared myself to drown in immense pleasure. Once again, his tongue invaded my core and I couldn't help but let moans escape my mouth as his tongue worked up and down my core. God! He was so good at everything. "Don't stop," I cried out in pleasure as I arched my back. I dug my nails into his hair as he kept working his tongue. I was so close, so close but then he stopped. So suddenly that it almost killed me. He was enjoying it, torturing me. He pressed a finger at my entrance and slowly penetrated my vagina. He slid it in and out. "Harder," I cried out like a selfish little whore. He obliged and worked his finger in circular motions sending waves of pleasure all over my body. The waves of pleasure in return sent ripples down to my core which was evidenced by the pulsation in my vagina. All the pleasure I felt was summed into a loud moan. Not to mention the goose bumps that were forming on my skin by the time Carlos lay beside me in bed.
He planted a kiss on my shoulder and allowed me time to recover. "You moan beautifully," he said as soon our eyes met. "I'm embarrassed," I said and laughed. "Don't be, it's really beautiful," he assured me. "Oh my God! I'm so selfish. I haven't done anything for you," I said after realizing that he had just made love to me and experienced nothing similar in return. "You did. You came. That's good for my ego," he joked. "Are you sure you're okay?" I questioned as I reached for his boxers just to discover that he still had a hard-on. "If you do anything about that, I won't be able to stop," he said. "Let me just lie here with you for a couple minutes and I'll be fine, "he assured me. "Okay," I agreed to his terms.