Up To Ectasy
"Is not it beautiful ?"
I'm looking out the window of the hotel, intent to admire the Parthenon in Athens. It shines in the moonlight , illuminated also by many small spotlights. The majestic columns reflect the perfection of the building. The hand of man by my side slips on my silk dress.
"I knew you'd like it , after all I tried to convince you a long time before you decided to come . " He murmurs with a persuasive voice .
I turned smiling.
" I always do what I want on my mood " I said.
He strokes my hair. "It's the beauty of it , is not it ?"
"Yeah " I whisper, turning around just as the door of the small living room opens . The light enters , revealing valuable furniture pieces worthy of a luxury hotel like the one housing. Aman turns around, giving me a light kiss on the forehead, while my swami politely greets him with a pat on the shoulder , and then disappearing behind the door .
" Alone at last , my wifey. "
I nod observing his dark suit , fine, perfectly tight to his sculpted body .
"Have you seen how beautiful it is ?" I say pointing to the Parthenon.
"I have something better to admire " he says touching my dress . "With all due respect to the Parthenon , of course. "
Suddenly he grabs my arm , making me turn and inviting me to dance. A strange music coming from the street below the balcony of our room , there must be a piano bar or a pub rather noisy. I breathe in his scent , as his arms encircle my waist and a voice fills the air.
" Sorridi provocandomi con gli occhi mi incateni qui " I whisper repeating the words of the song, without understanding them .
"Swami , what language is it? What does it say ?" I ask leaning on his shoulder .
He makes me do a pirouette , immediately shooting me in his arms .
" I think it's Italian. Tu che mi dai vita completamente" he say while I smile.
" I feel your love rising from deep inside of me , up to ecstasy " I reply while he forces me to make a casch particularly rickety .
"Then it's perfect , wifey. " he whispered
I slightly touch his lips . " Perfect , swami. " I said.
He took me in his arms , pulling up to the big bed covered with silk sheets. Gently, he caresses the straps of my dress , sliding them down my arms , while the music that comes from outside suddenly changed , becoming softer, more delicate .
"Swami" I whispered unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. " You paid someone to make the playlist for you?!"
He touches my neck , pushing me back slightly , until I fall on the pillow.
"You always manages to expose me" He says closing my mouth with his lips . He ran a hand along my side , reaching to the edge of the dress and stroking the thigh .
"Only if you want it, Wifey. "
As our first time. Today, however , I'm no longer single.
" Do I look like someone who does not want to do it ? " I snapped giggling giving voice to the thought that , months ago , had filled my mind.
He smiles.
I take off his shirt while he kiss my collarbone leaving a trail of wet kisses and I feel panting.
"Wifey , you're always too hasty . "
I let myself go on the pillow while he goes down slowly to kiss the furrow between my cleavage, then moved to the belly and focusing on the navel . With one hand he caresses my cheek and the other hand squeezing mine , interlacing our fingers .
That contact establishes a connection , something too powerful to be separated : the memories we have of each other come together and come back in my mind , while his kisses and my moans fill the room. The first meeting, the first discussion, the first kiss and the last , the first time we made love, the broken heart , the pain too great to bear, his return and his proposal of marriage...
Edited by DUGGUlicious - 12 years ago
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