Todos los capítulos de Désiré Me 2: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

 AURÉLIEI get up. I go to Lorenzo. I wrap my arms around his waist, I press my belly against his back, I rest my cheek between his shoulder blades."I'm glad you're both here. Both of you. That's all I wanted. To bring you together. To have you near me."He doesn't answer right away.His muscles are hard under my arms. He doesn't relax against me the way he usually does.Then he places his hands on mine."I'm glad too," he says.His voice is strange. Strangled. As if he were holding something back.

AURÉLIEThe door barely closed on Béatrice, silence falls again like a thick veil over the house.Lorenzo is still standing near the table. He's staring at the plate I set in front of him, the lasagna still steaming, the fork I placed beside it, too close to the edge, as if all of it posed an insoluble problem."Sit down," I say softly.He obeys. Without a word. He pulls out his chair, sits down, picks up his fork. But he doesn't eat. He stabs a piece of pasta, lets it fall back, stabs elsewhere."It's not good?""It is. It's good. It's just that..."

AurélieHe doesn't answer. He continues. He devours me. He consumes me. He makes me lose my mind.I feel the orgasm rising. Slowly. Surely. Like a wave that grows, that swells, that will sweep everything away in its path."Stop," I breathe. "Stop, I'm going to..."He stops.He lifts his head.His lips wet, his eyes bright, his smile."Not yet," he says. "Not alone. Together.""You're cruel.""I'm patient."He moves back up along my body. He kisses me. I taste my own sex on his lips, that acidic and intimate taste that excites me even more."Turn over," he murmurs. "On your side."I understand. It's better for my belly, for the babies. I turn onto my left side, the one they recommend, the one that's good for circulation.He presses himself against my back. His chest against my shoulder blades. His stomach against the small of my back. His hard sex against my buttocks.His hand caresses my hip. Travels up along my thigh. Gently parts my legs."Can I?""Yes."His sex seeks the entrance.

We stay there, naked, looking at each other, hesitating between intimacy and propriety."Okay," he says. "I'm going to take a shower. In the meantime, you go downstairs in a bathrobe, you make the coffee, you serve coffee to your sister, you handle the situation.""And you?""I'll come down. In full daddy-protective-lovebird-transparent mode. It'll be fine.""You think so?""I think your sister is intelligent. That she loves us. That she'll understand."I wish I were as sure as he is.I take a quick shower. Not wanting to leave Béatrice alone downstairs for too long, to brood, to imagine, to maybe feel left out.When I go downstairs, she's there.Sitting at the kitchen table.A cup of tea in front of her.Eyes fixed on the window.She doesn't turn around when I come in."Béa?"She jumps. She turns. She smiles. A smile that's a little too quick, a little too wide, a little too fake."Aurélie! Hi! Did you sleep well?""Yes. Very well. And you?""Fine. Tired. The evening was long.""Did

BéatriceI feel the children move at the same time, a kind of synchronized wave that starts in my lower belly and rises up to my ribs, and I place my hand on my stomach without even thinking, by reflex, as if I could calm them from the outside, tell them everything's fine, stay quiet a little longer, but they do as they please obviously, they are like their father, they only listen to what they want to hear."Are you okay?" asks Lorenzo.He has that worried look he's had for the past few minutes, that look that scrutinizes my slightest movement, my slightest expression, as if he's expecting something to go wrong at any moment, and I know it's because he's the father, because he feels responsible for me and the babies in a way that perhaps goes beyond what is reasonable."Yes, yes," I answer, taking a sip of the coffee I made decaf after Aurélie's comment yesterday about caffeine and fetal development, "I'm perfectly fine.""Are you sure? Because you made a weird face just now, right w