99: I love you.

GIOVANNI.

I’ve missed her. I really have.

After the whole scenario at the restaurant, I had waited behind after asking Matteo and Fifi to leave giving them excuse that I had to be somewhere alone.

I stayed behind to speak to her or at least just watch her properly for a while, and then when she started to go home, I had followed her like a damn stalker.

Now that I think about it, it was great that I followed her. Who knows what would have happened to her if I hadn’t.

I knew I had to get to the bottom of who had tried to injure Kiki very soon, for so reason, I felt like I had something to so with it.

Not knowing when or how it happened, my lips were suddenly locked with hers, kissing her. The start of the soft touch sent a strong feeling of warmth spiraling through my system. My eyes closed fearlessly, but the closure didn’t let me see darkness, it instead created colours of fondness. My tense nerves soon began to relax, my troubles, my pain began to melt away and the surroundings began to disappear leaving only Kiki and I.

This. This felt true. This felt good. This felt right.

Her lips felt so gentle so warm, I felt her hands begin to slide up my chest and encircle my neck, as the kiss began to grow heavy. My hand slid off her face and tightened around her waist. She continued kissing me hungrily wanting more. I felt myself being pushed against the couch even further, her body pressing against mine. The kiss goes on, our lips moving in perfect sync and the kiss becoming more passionate by the second.

Her right hand flowed onto the my open skin as her left hand began greedily undoing the shirt she had given to me to wear. Our lips parted and clasped onto one another once again with an adding of more pressure. My hand slid smoothly onto her arm, lifting it and pinning it against the couch. Our kiss grew more greedy, her mouth locking tighter. The heat flowing throughout my body began to grow as my other hand slide through her cleavage and onto the shirt of her dress, in contact with the buttons, I slowly began to unhook them, her shirt began to hang loosely, her lace corset beginning to show.

I could see the need in her eyes. I suppose others can’t see it, she can often seem so delicate, so innocent, but not to me. I see fire in her. I see passion. I see hunger. I see someone who wants to take my hand and dive way deep all the way down the well of human emotion, of interconnectedness, of blending with an other human being. Merely feeling her fingers gently squeezing mine, running all over my hands, as though they are excited mice sniffing on cheese, merely that fulfills me with such warmth, such wholeness. It’s completion I feel with her.

She started to lead me to her small room, we both felt giddy even though we didn’t drink any alcohol. I was so nervous, so boiling inside, that I’m terrified my equipment will not do what it’s supposed to do. The last thing I want to do is increase the risk of malfunction by pouring alcohol on it. I will be concentrating on kissing her, on licking her pussy until she can’t anymore, but still, I’m sure that’s she’s expecting more than that and I don’t want to fail her. The bloody irony is that there’s physically nothing wrong with me, it’s just the nerves, the damn nerves, the ball of pent-up energy in my stomach that wants to get rolling just to glide with her in a cloud of tenderness.

Even before we close the door of the room behind us, I am already holding her. We are breathing at the same speed now, it adds to our feeling of unity. I kissed her very deliberately on her forehead, because I wanted to make sure that she feels safe. We are only going to do things that she actually desires.

How does one begin a night that I desperately hope will be one of the most memorable nights in the memory of an other person? I want to slow down time. I don’t want to rush. Slower is better.

Instead of jumping her, I take a very good look at her. Her big, bright eyes, so full of goodness. There’s not a speck of real evil in those shining pools of love, of generosity.

We stood and touched eachother for a long time. We were no longer kissing now. My fingers crawl slowly along her lips, and her, ever the sensual one, suck one finger in her mouth. My hands drift along her arms, her waist, her face, and there’s this almost tangible vibe around us, almost dictating that we should merge.

I turned her around and wrap my arms around her. My hands cup her breasts causing her to tilt her head back and our lips immediately connected again. She has the fullest natural lips I have ever tasted. She kisses so gently as if trying not to hurt me, there was so much love in every of her gestures, she gave me a feeling of belonging.

I moved one hand through her hair, I could finally breathe in her perfume as deeply as I want, and I was really taking it all in. I took off her dress and it slipped off. She had only her underwear on now, she turned to me and say, softly, but with firm determination: ‘You too’.

The clothes come off, but just like her, I kept my underpants on.

We fall down on the bed, and I kissed her everywhere, except on the parts still covered by textile.

I wanted to postpone licking her pussy or kissing her breasts, until she was almost screaming for it. In my mind, playing this evening before me a zillion times, it didn’t occur to me that she also would be this active. It made me happy that she missed me as much as I did. That she wanted this as much as I did.

Her hands are everywhere, touching everywhere, with a tender, but firm pressure that I’m not so used to. I think in my head that I still haven’t woken up to the fact that maybe, just maybe, she wants to be here with me just as much as I want to be here with her. And her every touch keeps telling me just that and it almost made me cry from gratitude.

I was so hungry for her that I was practically biting her here and there as if laying my claim on the necessary places, not just kissing anymore. All I wanted was to make her body my home and my body her home. I was never a religious man, but I was basically praying that I will be able to give her everything, to excite all her senses, to make her feel like the most attractive, most appreciated, most desired woman on this planet.

I so wish that she can feel exactly how intensely I desire her. I’m in physical pain from it, but it’s good pain. I know that she will release it, I know she will do anything to calm the storm in me, and right now, I want to savour that pain, enjoy the feeling of anticipation more and focus on her.

That’s why it looked like it was already way past midnight, and we still haven’t moved past foreplay. I didn’t just want to fuck her. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to make her feel me the exact way I felt her. I wanted this moment to be one of the memorable and passionate times in her life.

I slipped a finger under her panties, I ran it along the slippery lane between her labia, it was warm and wet, and she kept pulling my hair and stroking my back and shoulders.

I couldn’t wait much longer, I needed to taste her. I unhooked her bra and sucked on her pointy nipples. My hand continued to roam her body, sometimes halting at her pussy, and slowly running my fingertop around her clitoris. At this point, she started moaning softly, and it makes me cramp up with lust for her.

I move down and kiss her all over, everything that makes her a woman, everywhere, tenderly and long. Soon, I was pulling down her panties, they are soft and delicate and colorful just like she is.

I started by licking her like she was my first ice-cream and I had grown up in the Arizona desert. My hands go up and cup her breasts, I grip them and massage them rhythmically.

She was now aching her back and pushing against my tongue. When I think she was close to climaxing, she suddenly stopped me, turn to her side and tightly squeeze her legs together.

“I don’t want to have an orgasm this fast,” She said, “I want to enjoy penetration fully, I will enjoy it less if I cum now. You mind?” She asked.

“No, of course I don’t mind.”

She rose up and pulled my underpants down in one swift motion. She lied down and them said, “come.”

With the top of my penis, I caress her pussy from the outside, kissing her neck, looking deep into each other’s eyes, then I put the tip in, but pull back out. I put just the tip in and pull back out, maybe about six times, until I can feel that she can’t open up wider than she was.

Then I plunged it in. I pushed the walls of her vagina aside and let her take me in. Her heels kept pushing the back of my thighs, pushing me deeper inside her. She was moving so vigorously up and down that I almost didn’t need to thrust, she was controlling the movement.

“This is good, this is so freaking good, oh my God, this feels so nice.” She moaned out.

I pushed myself up and then I started thrusting much harder. Leaning on one arm, I move my other hand down and put my thumb on her clitoris and hold it there.

Due to her movement, her clit kept rubbing against my thumb. Two minutes of that, maybe less, and I see her breath get much more intense, inhaling and exhaling very deeply, and I see her shake towards an orgasm with quick jerks of her head and body.

She looked absolutely majestic.

I stop for a while as she seemed somewhere between death and life, but I knew I wasn’t stopping yet, not when I had not cum. My hands went under her back and I started squeezing her thick amazing body against mine, draining myself in her, we lie locked in each other, as I plunged in and out continously until I felt myself cumming.

I kissed Kiki again as her eyes leisurely began to open, eyelids relaxed as she slowly sucked in the cool air. I stared back, my eyes calm. She rested her forehead upon mine as her hand slipped back onto my bare skinned chest. Her breath was slow. In strength, she quietly murmured “I love you”.

My slow breathing emitted the same words and then our lips captured one another’s yet again.