#25:

´´Oh no. God no!´´
I closed my legs and he laughed.
"You don't like oral sex?"
I blushed. I must have looked like a tomato at that moment.
´´I've never had it. My exboyfriend didn't like it.´´- I confess, feeling ashamed.
´´Well, you're in luck, because I've been fantasizing about licking your hummingbird for three years.- he comments flirtatiously, with an air of impudence that makes me even hornier than I was.
"No," I protested, covering my feminine zone with my hands. "It's disgusting and unnatural, you don't..."
"Shhhh," he hissed, placing his index finger on my lips, shutting me up. "This is important to me, Rosy."
"Is kissing my pussy important to you?" I teased.
"Yes," he replied, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's important for my psychological development to lick you." He licked my right thigh. "Bite you." He bit my left thigh. made you because then, I'll be the first to do all those things.
I released a gasp.
"I like you, Rosie. All of you, your hair, your face, your mouth, your hands, even your voice excites me.- he murmured, coming to climb on top of me and kiss me on the mouth again.- it's not just your body that I like, well… It was the first thing that caught my attention, but this course I have been able to get to know you better and I also like your personality. You're funny and witty and weird.
He kissed my mouth and caressed my face between his hands.
´´I like that you are so strange, that you don't go with just anyone to satisfy an itch, that you don't let yourself be fooled by pretty faces and that you don't let yourself be bought by the money that a suitor may have.´´
I growled, frustrated.
"Do you like that I'm starving?"
´´Yes. I love that the way to reach your little heart is through food.´´- he laughed.
I returned a grin.
´´Then, I should be giving my kisses to Lucía, she was the one who cooked the flan.´´
He licked the corner of my mouth, as his fingers slip under the elastic of my pantyhose.
"You wouldn't, you like me too much."
***
Panting and sweaty after Matt made love to me so slowly I thought I would die, I stayed in his arms and he held me tight, pulling me to his chest and stroking my back.
"Tell me again…why didn't we do this sooner?" I sobbed, still catching my breath.
"Believe me, I tried to convince you and entangle you in my mystical web, but you got rude," he protested.
I kissed his shoulder and smiled.
And here I should put some nonsense, how we spend the whole night giving each other "love" even through the whites of our eyes, but those are stupid. Scientifically, a healthy and young man can do it two, maximum three times in one night, I mean… coming, and without taking any medication with a stimulant effect.
We girls are a little more poly-orgasmic, but believe me, you don't need fifteen orgasms if you are so pleased with one that your body doesn't respond afterwards and your eyelids close, going to sleep looking like an idiot.
Yes, Matt used a condom, I know you're wondering, and yes, he slept with me that night, holding me in his arms as it rained and thundered outside like it was the end of the world.
***
I woke up because an insistent noise bothered me.
Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Matt's naked torso, and holy libido, look how good it was…I wanted to jump on him and fuck him again, but, that infernal noise stopped my sinful thoughts and I turned around, seeing that the noise was the alarm from the phone of the boy who was sleeping peacefully in my bed.
I took the infernal gadget, turning off the alarm and noticed that the screen photo was a photo of me.
Matt had taken it during the Sundays when we went to study at the botanical garden, I was sitting on the tablecloth, directing my face towards the sun and keeping my eyes closed.
I got curious.
I had discovered that Mark kept photographs of me and I wanted to know if Matt had any other besides the profile one.
I had seen him draw his unlock pattern a few times and I proceeded to open his cell phone going straight to the gallery.
There were many photos of him in discos, cool parties, concerts and I wondered again that with such a hectic social and night life that he led, how was it possible that he was the best of the course.
Then there were photos of him with Ramses or of him with Mark and also (I was surprised) to see photos of him with the head professor of the surgery rotation.
Finally, there was a photo that made my blood run cold.
In it you could clearly see him and Amanda giving each other a kiss on the mouth.
"Did you know that what you're doing is a violation of my privacy?" he muttered sleepily and I almost dropped my cell phone.
I jumped out of bed, my thoughts racing five hundred miles an hour.
Pulling the sheet to cover myself.
Matt, kissing Amalia?
Was he in love with her?
Was he having a secret relationship with her and she threatened to tell Mark?
Could it be possible that the killer was closer to me all along than I thought?
Could it be possible that I had fallen in love with Amanda's killer and the person who had chased me through the hospital and then tried to smother me with a pillow?
I started to shake and sweat cold
"What's wrong with you, Rosy? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, looking at me with a worried expression.
´´Was it you? Did you killed her?!´´
"What are you talking about, Rosy?"
´´I mean you and Amalia. I mean this photo in which you are kissing.´´- I yelled, pointing to the cell phone with my index finger
Matt took his cell phone, and grunted when he saw what he was alluding to.
"That's not what it looks like." She kissed me and took the photo with my cell phone, I was drunk.
I took a couple of steps back and he lunged for me, grabbing the sheet that covered me and pulling it back to the bed.
"I swear, hummingbird. I never laid a finger on that damn bitch. She spent her time flirting with everyone, she didn't mind being Mark's girlfriend, she even tried it with Ramses.´´
My jaw dropped.
“Sometimes I wondered if she was doing it for fun or if she was just sick. Maybe she was one of those nymphomaniacs…I don't know. But I swear to you, Rosy. I never had anything with her, and I didn't kill her.´´