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Without skipping a beat or a note, he looks up into my eyes to tell me maybe I’m the only woman who could help him understand. To me that means understand himself, understand how we got here, understand even why him. If he’s truly asking me that question, then he doesn’t know the depths of what I’m starting to feel.
He hums the last couple bars to exit the song. I’ve walked my way in between his knees so my sheet is brushing against the strings of the guitar and the back of his hands just as he finishes playing. He looks up into my eyes and I simply stare down into his. My left hand remains clutching the sheet to my chest, while my right cups the sweet apple of his cheek shimmering in the moonlight. His dark eyes glow a special color against the rich sky.
I will him with my thoughts to do what he does. Rafael sets the guitar down to his right on the balcony floor and slides forward to press his chest against my body. His forehead holds my sheet in place, while my hands greet his scalp to massage in my abject approval of his concert and all the sentiment behind it.
His large hands roam over my hips as he looks up. I can’t hold back my emotions any longer. I bend down slightly and tenderly take his lips with mine. I kiss him slowly at first. I’m not good with lyrics like he is, however, I want my message to be crystal clear. I feel the same way he does.
Rafael gently tosses away the towel that was covering across his lap. In a rare moment of bravery on my part, I drop my sheet to stand completely naked before him. His sigh can barely be heard between us over the roar of the water against the rocks. I can feel it though. His lips press against my belly, igniting the fire between us that’s never truly out. I debate for the briefest of moments to just give in without hesitation, but my brain wins.
I pull him back away from my body, for just a moment, with a single press of my fingers to his lips. I can feel his eyes on my back my entire walk inside to the magic box on his dresser. I return to him with quick pads of my feet on the concrete and tile mix. We’re quickly back in the intimate position we were seconds ago, only now we have the permission to continue.
I slowly kneel in front of him until I take a submissive position at his feet. I tear open the packet slowly as he watches. I can see his breath become more and more shallow with each passing second as I cover him with a slow ease. As I rise to my knees, I press between his thighs to allow him to tease me.
My hands scoop under his arms to claw at his back. With his lips at my ear, he releases a long, low growl as he cups the back of my knees to pull me into his lap. The length of his cock has fully separated me. I can roll myself back and forth slightly. In that instant I know two things: he’s ready for me and I’m more than ready for him.
I rise to my toes and position him at my opening before sliding down slowly, all the way to the root. We both rest still with our eyes closed, for a moment, simply relishing in the moment of connection. His hand flexes and contracts across the small of my back as I wrap his neck with my arms and pull our foreheads close. We roll together slowly, barely separating each time. This is the most intimate I’ve ever been with anyone. I didn’t know sex could be like this. I feel like he’s my soul and I am his.
Each push and pull climbs us higher and higher under the moonlight sky. Every time a shiver runs down my back I wonder if it’s from the wind, his touch, this feeling or all of the above. He knows my body so well in just the short time we’ve been together. I don’t have to guide or ask; he simply wants to please me.
He does.
Our voices and orgasms mingle under a blanket of stars. Even before we have a chance to return to earth, Rafael lifts me gently in his arms, our bodies still connected, moving me slowly back to our bed where the warmth of his body coats and comforts me until it’s joined by the rising of the sun.
I’m perpetually lost in time. The only way I know the clock is by the rumble in my belly or the angle of the sun and moon. Each of my limbs stretches out one at a time. The humidity is drenching my skin, which the breeze quickly cools. I take one deep breath and reach for Rafael once more. Again I find an empty bed where he should be. What I do find is a long-stem white rose and a folded note. I roll to my back and begin reading.
Bella -
I’ve gone out on a few errands. I’ve left you pastries and fruit for breakfast in the refrigerator. I will be gone until this afternoon. Do not worry. It’s a surprise for later. Take your book and relax on the balcony or in the hammock. Just swing slow. I will see you soon. Ciao - R.
The mention of the hammock makes me smile. Since he’s not here to wake me further and sleep has been at a minimum, I close my eyes and offer myself to dreamland with the note still clutched in my hand.
Images of him and us fill my mind. The first time he touched my hand. The first time I really looked into his eyes. The feel of his hand around my waist or in the small of my back. Our dive into the ocean or capsizing into the water below the hammock. The gentle way he pulled me to his chest while I cried about the movie. His lips parted yet pressed against my chest. This wonderful loop plays over and over again in my head.
When I wake for good, the sun is still brightly dancing behind a cloud, but the stream of light is different. I activate my phone screen and find it’s past noon…three hours past noon. Holy shit. I slept nearly twelve hours. I suppose that’s what adventures of the day and night will do to you.
My legs slide along against each other when I hear a careful rustling above the sheets. I roll to my back to discover a long dress bag lying across the bed next to me. I sit up slowly with the sheet pulled tight across my chest. I see a bit of red through the clear window at the top. The zipper falls slowly and the most beautiful cherry red fabric begins to spill out. It’s soft, sheer and flowy.
I pull the hanger free of the bag and pull it into my lap. “Do you like it?” The husk of Rafael’s voice fills my ears.
“It’s…I’m…it’s beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”
“Why not, Bella? I told you I have plans for us tonight. My plans involve you feeling like a princess.”
“How did you know what my size was?”
“I took another dress you brought to the boutique and the shop owner was able to match it.”
I rise from the bed with the sheet securely wrapped around my body and pad my way into the bathroom to see the dress against my skin. The dress is stunning. The neckline plunges into a V in both the front and the back. The empire waist rouches around my rib cage and the skirt flows in three layers, with a slit that goes indecently high.
”You won’t need shoes either. I had the hem taken up. It should glide across your perfectly painted toes with ease. As much as I would love for you to stay just the way you are right now, take two hours to pamper yourself and be ready for dinner. I will come and get you as soon as everything is ready.”
Rafael smiles with a wink then gently closes the bedroom door. He wants me to feel like a princess? Well, mission accomplished. I squeal a bit to myself as I hang the dress on the back of the door and draw myself a bubble bath in front of the wall of windows overlooking the bay that runs into the horizon.
I think I’ve fussed with the long beachy waves in my thick ponytail for about thirty minutes or so when I hear a knock at the door. Shit. “Hang on,” I tell him as I quickly check my lips one last time before shutting the lights off and taking my position in front of the door. I want him to get the full me when he does. “Okay. I’m ready.”
I may have been ready for him to open the door, but I definitely wasn’t ready for him. Holy shit are the only words I can manage in my head. Rafael opens the door into the bedroom and is dressed in a deep indigo tuxedo. The lapels are black, but the color difference is so subtle unless you’re staring, which I am, you may not realize it right away.
The blue of his suit sets his eyes blazing. It’s even more striking than when we are in the water. The black is also accented in his cuff links, watch, and the shoes he’s wearing. He stands feet from me, frozen. “Wow, you look…wow.”
