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He reciprocates the feeling, overjoyed and kisses me back, thanking God that I’m at his side and in his life.
We quickly pack our things. We can’t wait to disappear into our private adventure together.
The pre-booked taxi awaits us at the mansion’s entrance, and we both quietly step inside. We fly first class and they shower us with treats, however, we’re completely unphased. We sit there, holding hands, looking at each other, talking about our lives and our world views. Drowning into each other.
The limousine driver welcomes us after border control and baggage collection with a sign reading ‘Mr. Levi’. We step into the car.
We finally arrive at the most impressive hotel I’ve ever seen. It has exceptionally tall ceilings lit with LED lights, and there are statues scattered around the lobby area. We check in and a bellboy takes our suitcases to the grand elevator heading to the tenth floor.
Even though I had never been to Rome, this amazing hotel, or this beautiful city, nothing seems to pique my interest. All I really care about is holding Avi’s hand for the rest of my life and never letting go.
The presidential suite is enormous. It’s as big as my apartment back home, all crammed into one room. The world seems to be my oyster. But my eyes immediately go to the wide bed, draped with a fairytale tulle.
I quietly stand in front of him, gazing with astonishment. He draws close to me, pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, leans in and whispers softly: “It’s all just for you, my princess.” He holds me passionately and we both fall onto the bed, laughing out loud. Our shoes just seem to slip off our feet. He kisses me lustily, his tongue eagerly rolling against mine.
His body immerses in my body and soul, erasing all the scars on my heart that had been there for many years. We move in soft, slow motions, he’s gentle and tries to avoid hurting me since last night’s marks are still visible on my body. He sucks on my neck, kisses it, loses himself inside of me. I feel that we are one, two halves of the same soul. He still carries his past wounds, as well as the recent heartbreak, all of which define the man he is today; and I, who have been engaging in self-flagellation over my naivete that had shattered into a million pieces with every endeavor or crisis I had. All I ever wished was to feel safe and cherished like a little, sensitive girl, craving to feel my man’s love. I find all of that in his arms, live out my most clandestine urges, serve them to him like a sacred gift. I’m overwhelmed by his intimacy, his touch, his smell.
He continues to move slowly though intensively and sweeps me away into yet another climax I had never experienced before, uprooting any trace of the lost girl who had remained hidden inside of me all those years. When I’m with him, I’m alive, burning and fully awake. I comply, getting sucked into him with his every movement, be it big or small. I challenge him, unload in front of him, no longer inhibited by my own shame. I don’t think about anyone else. I give in to him and his intoxicating touch as if we were the last two people on this planet, losing ourselves in the other, delightfully dressing our open wounds.
He completely loses himself inside of me.
“I love you, sweety,” he whispers in my ear as he catches his breath.
I hold him tightly and wipe a tear of joy and pleasure.
“I’ve been waiting for you my entire life,” I confess.
He embraces me, kisses my hair and nods in agreement.
“You’re my gift. My grandmother probably went to great lengths up there in heaven to ensure that I’d have someone who’d take care of me. I remember that when you first met her, she thought you were my wife. It was a sign,” he says ecstatically. “Where have you been all these years?” He looks at me sternly, actually waiting for a response.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” I smile back. “It was worth going through everything I did, I assure you.”
“I need you,” he confesses, awakening my slumbering heart, making me feel desired. I’m thrilled. He feels just as I do. I’m overjoyed and secure at his side. “I’ve been aching for you.” He wipes a tear and move me to tears, as well. “You know, Sam, I’ve never made love like that before. Just now, I felt entirely consumed by your body, so much so that I feel I had planted roots inside of you.”
“You have, I can assure you of that,” I wholeheartedly agree with his sentiment. “I love you, Avi Levi.”
“I love you, my princess,” he smiles at me. “You’ll see, nothing can ruin this moment we had. Nothing can take away these inexplicably intense feelings.”
“Like electricity,” I complete his thought.
“More like an electric shock!” He laughs and hugs me even tighter.
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“How is it that you’ve never had a relationship?” I inquire after yet another long night of or carnal lust and burning passion.
“I’ve tried a couple of times,” he confesses. “I’ve started having a few relationships. But I never fell head over heels, so to speak. I couldn’t trust anyone. I’ve always set very clear boundaries. I’d focus on my business and let those women into my life only when it suited me. Take June, for instance,” he continues, “we dated for about six months, while I was living in Japan for business. I liked her and we were widely attracted to each other. But I could never seem to connect with her on a deeper level, though she tried really hard. Finally, I ended things and ran off. I simply told her that we’re through. I hated it and hated myself for having done it because she was madly in love with me. I couldn’t imagine I’d ever hurt her like that. After all, she knew I was seeing other women. It was all out in the open. As time passed, she felt closer to me, she fell deeper and deeper in love with me. She hid it so well and consented to all my sexual appetites. Only later I had found out that she did it because she was lovesick. However, I didn’t feel the same; I simply enjoyed her company. When I realized, it was already too late. So, I decided to put an end to it before I’d break her heart even more than I had. Since then, I decided that I don’t ‘do’ love. I thought it would be unfair to fool women.”
“So, you’ve never fallen in love? You’ve never been moved by someone?” I look at him inquisitively. “After all, you’ve been with so many women.”
He shakes his head in the negative.
“There were some that I liked and felt comfortable with, but I’ve never had the urge to love someone or totally commit to them. I chose to invest all my time and energy in promoting my business and my career. It was my mission to honor my father’s legacy. I aspired to accomplish something that would be worthy of his name,” he falls silent. “Many people know the ‘dry facts’ behind my story. But no one sees the scars or my challenges. All they see is a successful person and they immediately assume that person is happy. Although I seem glum and distant, I think women are attracted to that,” he adds with a smile.
“Yes, you’re right,” I confess, “I was also smitten with that combination of your brooding expression and your insane sex-appeal, and of course, your undeniable gorgeousness.”
“Women just love a challenge,” he guffaws. “Maybe I was looking for someone just as broken as I am, someone who can put my pieces back together, who I can unload in front of. She has to be strong, that women of mine. She needs to be able to push back and put me in my place. She needs to know how to go hand-in-hand with me, but also challenge me every day anew. Someone whose trust I can earn, but not blindly,” he emphasizes. “But rather because we have mutually respect. Someone I can rest with, take a breath with. Of course, this woman has to be gorgeous, have olive skin, be sexy, shrewd, funny and smart. In short, she has to be you. I hope that now you understand what I see in you. I’ve opened my heart to you, and I don’t feel uneasy, but rather carefree. I’m not looking to run away; I just want to submerge myself in this love. Drown in you.”
