~ Atlantic's breeze ~
I open my eyes and take a little time looking around, wondering where I am. I only take a half a second to remember I'm in your room. You are no where in sight.
Lazily, I stretch like a cat while I look at your stuff and smile at the moons and suns who represent me and you, at the scented candles you love so much, at the dry flowers, at the biology books you study mixed with poetry books on the floor, near the bed, so that you can reach them when you cannot sleep at night. The window is open, and there is a white traditional portuguese linen curtain undulating with the light breeze that comes inland from the Atlantic ocean. Outside there is large balcony from where I can see the ocean.
Inspite of the breeze, the weather is warm. I get up and I put on your silk robe.
Maybe I'm dreaming and that is why you are not here... But then the sound of your voice breaks into my thoughts driving me back to reality. Yes, you are here alright, and this is not a dream.
I ramble around the house, following the sound of your voice. It's the end of the afternoon and the orange sunlight breaks through the linen curtains into your house. I can hear the distant sound of the ocean waves, breaking into the sand... and I can hear you singing! I reach the kitchen entry and, there you are, in your short silk nightie. You are listening to your discman, while you peel some potatoes, singing loud, totally unaware of me, behind you. I cannot help but smile and think to myself: "this beautiful woman belongs to me." But then I realise, that this weekend will have an end, monday your parents will arrive and you'll no longer be allowed to play the wife's role that you are now happily playing. Monday we'll go back to our suffocatingly secret love.
I tell you what a bad singer you are. You turn to me and smile that 18 year old girlish smile you have, that melts my heart... Am I always this condescending with you?
Your parents took with them that white feather-duster creature you call a dog. I guess he won't bother us then! I don't understand what you see in that hysterical ball of fur... I don't understand what you see in me either...
I walk towards you, while you turn off the discman, asking me if your singing woke me up. No, I slept all my college's senior year's tiredness already. You kiss me, almost casually, and inform me that you are preparing dinner. I set the table, while we chat, and light two candles although at this time of year the sun disappears late behind the horizon, blessing us with the longest days of the year.
I have an idea! Leaving you preparing dinner I go back to your room and light the scented candles and make the bed. I want to surprise you, my moon. Tonight I'll fill you with my light...
"Dinner is ready!"
You forgot the salt on your potatoes... We both laugh! Then we stop... I'm looking straight through you, into your soul and silently apologising for all the times I hurt you. And then I apologise for loving you this much... I keep looking as you blush and apologise for the food. No, that's not it my love... It's you, I want you... Until monday you are my wife.
I ask you to follow me, and you do as I please. Holding hands, I take you into your room... this will now be our room. You look at the candles and bed and smile, approving my idea.
You take off my robe and I'm now naked before you. You spend an eternity looking at me... Then you softly pull me to the bed. You ask me to lay down on my stomach, no longer using your usual naive voice, but a lusty low voice... I shiver.
I asked you to lay down on your stomach. You are naked before me, the orange sunlight baths your white skin and desire flushes over me... I think by now you must have forgotten the disaster dinner I cooked and all the bad singing.
You are heavenly! I love the way your back curves a bit, just above your ass. I love your smooth breasts, your belly-button, your large back... I love your smile, that naughty smile... Your freckles... I run my hands on your curly hair and then on your arms, feeling your muscles... I am so small and weak, unlike you... But this is the way I want us to be, this is the way you arouse me.
You have the wisdom of an old sailor and the warm eyes of one who faced many storms. I cannot live without you... my woman, my lover, my sun. I want to please you...
I sit on your ass as I put the peach lotion on your back. You moan at the coolness of the lotion and whisper something about the coolness of my own hands. My hands are always cold... I guess it's your fault, remember the portuguese saying "maos frias, coracao quente" (cold hands, warm heart)?
I run my hands on your back, feeling every inch of your skin. Then I lay my head on your back and hear you breathe, feeling my own desire growing as I touch your skin. I continue my back rub letting my hands slide to the side of your breasts, casually, teasing you... Then I run them all the way to your ass, to your legs, to your feet and then up again, feeling you relax under my fingers. I kiss your neck... and you suddenly tense again. Not taking it anymore you turn under me. You want to sit, but I do not let you. Reaching my robe's silk belt, I tie both your hands to the bed. With you at my mercy, I apply lotion on your stomach and the light peach perfume spreads around the room. I massage your breasts, avoiding your nipples which are already hard. I lick that spot you have just above your left nipple and your breathing becomes heavier, perhaps with the anticipation of my tongue all over your body. I kiss your stomach, and then I go on with my descending and stop just above your pussy. Very slowly I run a finger, from your pussy to your clit and then kiss it, lightly... As I lick my finger, tasting you, you tremble.
Then I leave your luscious wetness behind and go back to your breasts and I lick them, biting lightly, not to hurt you but to tease you. I suck on them, until you are moaning loud, until you are rocking your hips, trying to release the tension between your legs, and I do not let you. You are trying to untie your wrists... Suddenly, the knot gets loose and you stop my sweet torture with a long wet kiss. Our tongues are warm, wrestling together. Then I break the kiss to lick your lower lip and you close your eyes. Ever so gently I brush my fingers over your eyelashes and kiss your closed eyelids. I love you... I whisper... There are two wrinkles in your forehead, my lover... they mean my affection and desire are turning you on.
Opening your eyes, you sit with me on your lap, and hug me with your strong arms, kissing my lips. You taste so good... My legs are embracing your waist and my pussy touches yours, so that I can feel your desire dripping, through my lace panties, through your wet kisses and through your huge talking eyes. And then your hand is caressing my breast through the silk nightie, and I'm so lost in your eyes that I do not notest when my nipples harden at your touch. I moan... just a quiet little moan. The silk against my breasts teases them, as the smooth touch of it hardens my nipples so much that I can hardly stand it! I'm loving, and you know it. I can see it in your smile. Slowly, you pull my nightie up, and reveal my skin, inch by inch, until I raise my arms and you pull it completely of my body. You smile to the fact that I have no bra on. I lean myself against you, so that I can feel your own breasts against mines. You give me a tender hug and, due to the lotion, we start sliding our breasts, our nipples together, teasing each other. As I start to moan, you break the hug. Lifting me in your arms, you lay me in bed and kiss your way to my panties, stopping to lick my belly in circular moves, as you tell me how much you love it. You kiss my pussy through my "good girl" white lace panties until they are soaked... I want you inside me so bad... I can feel your hot breath against my wetness and I moan lightly...
I am kissing your pussy through your panties... I love to hear you moan... Your panties are soaked with desire. I pull them with my teeth, across your long tanned legs, until I reach your feet and take them off your body.
I spend some time looking at you, so beautiful, laying in bed, all naked. You stand up and kiss me. I hold your wrists with my hands and, as I kiss you, I lay you down again in bed. You do not fight, you know how strong I am.
I put your legs over my shoulders and I can feel you tremble as I kiss your clit. I drive my tongue deep inside you, as I play with my finger on your clit, listening to your moaning getting louder and louder... I look up to see you with your eyes closed, your back arching, as I put my hands on your ass to drive you closer to me, so that I can go as deep inside you as I can.
I know your heart must be racing, cause your breathing is so heavy, I can see that in your breasts. I want to touch them... I remove my tongue, lay my body parrallelly to yours and, without giving you a pause to rest, I drive one finger inside you as I play with your nipple with my other hand. I leave my finger inside you, caressing you from deep inside... Since you never had a man, I wonder if you can handle another finger inside you. I ask you if I can, and you moan something I assume it's a yes. Gently, I drive two fingers inside you, slowly, giving your walls time to stretch. Slowly, I pump them in and out, stopping to ask if I am hurting you... I start to do it faster, as you become hot again, with myself inside you, with my tongue on your nipple...
Some unknown strength suddenly makes you drive a finger inside me, then two, and then you try a third one. I am on fire, as I pump my two fingers inside you and you pump your three inside me.
Our moaning are so loud... I believe your neighbours are able to hear us... but I do not care anymore. Secretly, I even wish someone can hear us, so drenched in love. Our bodies become one, so wonderfully symmetric.
There is some feminine weakness about you that makes me sigh and love you even harder. And as I drive you close to orgasm, you moan my name and I feel my own building inside me.
Suddenly I make you stop, as I stop.
You look at me, with some question on your mind. But then you understand, as I spread both our labia, and slide our clits together, as the bed hits the wall and we orgasm at the same time, you almost screaming...
The peach scent is all over the house, deep inside the walls. Your parents did not notest the scent of our desire... And now you cannot sleep at night! The Atlantic's breeze carries the perfume, arousing you deep inside your soul, feeding that longing for myself inside you.
And no matter how many showers I take, your scent is all over me, it won't go away. If I close my eyes, I can feel your breasts on mines... and my nipples harden at your imaginary touch.
I love you... Let me whisper, let me say... that I love you girl...
Rita S.
May, 2001
for Irina.
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