Ana Oliveira Part 2

"Hey, Sweetie!" he greeted, his eyes taking in my body wrapped in a black nightgown, with the top made of lace and the rest in sheer tulle, covering only the tops of my thighs, with a slit in the front that exposed my stomach. "You're not wearing anything under that tiny piece of clothing!"
"Hey, love!" I said, standing up and walking over to him. "No, I’m not..."
I stood on my tiptoes and touched my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck, savoring his delicious scent, and slowly sliding my tongue over the velvety softness of his. He gasped during the kiss, holding me tightly, and I didn’t need to say anything for him to understand what I was offering.
The foreplay was wonderful, and when he finally slid into me and united our bodies, the pain was intense, making me bite his shoulder to stifle the scream that would have surely startled the whole house.
"Shhhh! It’ll get better..." Josiah whispered, kissing my ear as he continued to corrupt me, claiming the part of my body I hadn’t yet given him.
And, slowly, he made it better, teasing me, making me enjoy receiving him. My boyfriend pushed into me, tasting my neck and breasts with his mouth, whispering dirty things in my ear, his hands roaming my body. It became so perfect that I reached my climax with him deep inside me.
"Now...," he murmured, as he released inside me, gasping and trembling over my body. "Now you’re entirely mine. My Ana..."


***


After Josiah had devoured me twice more the next morning, making me increasingly comfortable, bold, and insatiable on his massive body, I went to help Marta with the housework.
The theory was very accurate. Sex was a great way to make me stop thinking about anything, to... just shut out the world, to focus only on the one good thing I still had left. Not to mention that reaching climax with Josiah completely was far more intense than just with fingers or tongue.
The truth is I had been forcibly introduced to the most imperfect parts of life, and then, when I finally looked at something that didn’t hurt, I could see all the nuances of beauty, all the most beautiful shades of perfection that was my boyfriend, even if it was completely dark.
The housekeeper was on vacation that week, and my mother-in-law didn’t like anyone else around the house. I was sweeping the kitchen when I arrived and started to serve myself a cup of coffee. Oh my! Marta made the best coffee in the world, with the perfect amount so it wasn’t too weak, and not even close to being too strong.
"This is how you start a day right!" I said, smiling at her as I held up the coffee mug in a pretend toast.
She looked at me, her face wearing light makeup, looking pensive. It was funny to see her all dressed up in a pale pink monochromatic outfit covering her body, while a black apron was tied around her neck and hips.
"That and my son, right?" she joked, laughing as she saw me blush. "Good morning, dear! Has Josiah talked to you?"
I burned my tongue with the coffee, wondering what “kind” of conversation she was referring to. She smiled at me, shaking her head as she set the broom against the table.
"Not ‘that conversation,’ because I heard you two, just like Luana did..." she said, laughing, making me turn almost as red as a tomato. "From your reaction, you haven’t talked yet. So, I need to ask you to listen to my son carefully and understand that this decision wasn’t his, because I know him as well as I know the lines on my hand."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, setting the mug on the counter with my heart starting to race. What had happened for Marta to use such a cautious tone? What wasn’t Jow telling me? "I don’t understand..."
"I’m just saying that my son is going to tell you something very serious, and I’m preparing you because I know you’re as ‘difficult’ as my little Josiah. So, try to understand what he’s going to say because I know he didn’t make this decision..."
It had to be something major because Marta wasn’t the type to interfere in our relationship. What the hell was going on? I turned my back on her, frustrated, with a thousand possibilities swirling in my head as I stomped towards the bedroom. Jow was coming out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and another drying his hair.
Is he going to break up with me?
Does he not want me anymore?
No!
He loves me...

“What aren’t you telling me?” I asked, crossing my arms, with a sharp noise in my ears, my heart nearly escaping from my mouth and a knot caught in my throat.
I was wearing a red satin baby-doll, with my hair messily pinned up around my head, but Josiah, though looking scared, still gazed at me as if I were beautiful.
“Did my mother already spill the beans?” he scoffed, passing by me and closing the door. “I planned to call her to talk, I just didn’t know how to do it…”
“Just say it, Josiah!” I ordered. “What the hell, I’m… scared!”
What was so serious that it made him afraid to speak? Why did I feel like when he opened his mouth, it would shatter my heart into pieces? I noticed my eyes filling with tears as he became very serious and leaned back in the leather chair in front of the desk. The glass window ahead had its curtains open, letting the light illuminate his hair. There were small blonde streaks showing at the roots, creating a small contrast with the darkness of the rest of his hair.
“I took a test with Bernardo…”
What? All that mystery for a test?
“A test? Like… an exam?” I asked, confused, sitting on the bed and feeling my pressure dropping.
“Yes…” He took a deep breath and pulled a cigarette from his desk drawer. He lit the cigarette and took a drag while bouncing his right leg up and down. “I love you, Ana!”
“I took a test with Bernardo…”
Understanding felt like a black hole, pulling me in, tearing me apart, making me fall. “Friend, I passed the test for the Sergeant School!” Bernardo had shouted days ago. I was so busy helping my mother-in-law set the dinner table that I didn’t even notice Josiah’s disapproving look at him. “I’m going to pick up a bunch of miners over there…” he continued, doing a little dance in celebration.
“So you took the test for Sergeant and you’re going to that School with Ber?” I whispered, feeling a tear rolling down my cheek.
“Yes, Sweetheart… I was approved, and in two days I have to be in Três Corações, in Minas Gerais,” he said, not having the courage to look me in the eyes.
“We’ve been together for almost a year, and you didn’t think you should share this with me? We can share a bed, but not plans? You always told me you wanted to study Drawing, Josiah!” I accused, feeling my face drenched with tears. “Was this your future dream? To be a Sergeant, or are you just following Ber?”
I was so sad that speaking was difficult, heavy, and my words came out dragged, slow, trembling with tears. I was thinking about so many consequences of that confession… But even though my heart was shattered, I was still trying hard not to be a toxic person, who undermined a dream of the man I loved.
If that was his desire, if it was his decision, I would be strong.
“I didn’t tell you before because I hoped I wouldn’t have to go. And Bernardo is the one following me, Ana. I had to make a choice…” he said, walking up to me, pulling me by the wrists to stand, cradling my face between his huge hands, kissing each trail of tears on my cheeks. “I chose you!”
“I don’t understand, love…” I whimpered, looking into my boyfriend’s green eyes filled with pain and tears. “How can you say you chose me?”
“I’m only going because, when I finally graduate from that crap, when I finally meet the requirements they’re making me fulfill, I will come back and marry you!”
I nodded, crying heavily as he rested his forehead against mine. Requirements? I remembered Marta’s words in the kitchen and was engulfed in memories of conversations with Jow, in which my boyfriend made it clear that his father was extremely controlling, reflecting his own ambitions onto Josiah.

He hadn’t chosen that… Somehow, his corrupt father was forcing him to do it, to follow a path I had never heard Jow mention as his dream. It had nothing to do with him, or with Bernardo… It was like an alternate universe.
“I will always support you, my love!” I said, kissing him on the mouth with multiple gentle kisses, standing on my tiptoes and cupping his face with my hands. “And I will be here every time you come back home. And, as long as you want me, I will be yours…”