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FIVE
As promised,
the next day Darryl called Felice and told her to put on something elegant, as
he was going to take her out for an evening that both of them needed…badly.
Felice
rifled through her wardrobe trying to pick out something. It had been a long
time since she dressed in anything more than jeans and a t-shirt. Babies didn’t
require fashion models, just mommies that didn’t mind getting wet from drool,
not to mention other bodily fluids that seemed to constantly leak from their
tiny bodies.
She chose a
tasteful, stylish skirt with indigo flowers against a black background. It was
edged with a lace indigo trim that hung about an inch past the bottom of the
skirt, just slightly below the knee. She wore a simple black blouse and open
toed sandals with ribbon that wrapped around her ankles.
She dabbed
on her favorite perfume just as she heard her doorbell ring.
She pulled
open her front door fully expecting to find Darryl there. Instead, a huge
bouquet of flowers greeted her, big enough that she wasn’t able to see who was
holding them.
A man turned
so he could see her, and asked, “Felice Bellicini?”
“Yes,” she
answered.
“Delivery,”
the man grunted, “please sign here,” he said, struggling to hold the flowers
and hand her a clipboard at the same time.
She tipped
him and walked back inside, putting the flowers down on the hallway table. She
searched for a card and found none.
“Must be
from Darryl,” she mused. “That was thoughtful of him.”
Her doorbell
rang again.
“Wow. You look
nice,” Darryl said, as she opened the door.
“Thank you.
You don’t look so bad either,” she smiled and answered.
Felice
couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked dressed in a deep blue
pinstriped suit.
“I’ll be
just a minute,” she said, walking into her room.
When she
came out, he said, “Beautiful flowers.”
“Aren’t
they? Thank you, Darryl. You didn’t have to.”
“I didn’t,”
he frowned. “Admirer?”
“They’re not
from you?”
“No, but I
wish I could take the credit,” he said, fingering one of the many yellow roses.
“I don’t
understand.”
“There
wasn’t a card?”
“No, I
looked for one, but didn’t see it.”
“Well, they
are beautiful,” he said smiling. “Just like you.”
Inside he
felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought Felice might have an admirer. He
realized how silly that was because, after all, she was just a friend.
As she went
to grab her wrap, she could feel his eyes on her and asked, “Is something
wrong?”
“Wrong? No,
on the contrary. Everything’s right.
I just can’t get over how pretty you look.”
“I’m not
sure if I should take that as a compliment or not. Does that mean I look bad
every other time you’ve seen me?” she smiled at him.
“That’s not
what I meant at all. It’s just tonight, you look exceptionally nice.”
“Well, it’s
not every day I get to dress up. Rita Grace didn’t make it a job requirement
when she told me I would have to take care of her.”
Darryl
laughed and asked, “Ready?”
“Where are
we going anyway?”
“You’ll see,
trust me.”
Darryl took
her out to Bella’s Italiano Restauranté.
“This was
Rita’s favorite place. Are you okay with this?” she asked him as they were
shown to their table.
“Yes, I
think Rita would approve. I haven’t been here for a long time and I like this
restaurant as well.”
Felice
thought it strange he would say something like that.
“What
exactly would Rita approve of?”
“Of me
bringing you here to this restaurant. Do you know she considered you her best
friend? She loved you very much.”
“Yes, I
loved her, too. I still miss her.”
“So do I,”
he whispered quietly.
They
lingered over a cappuccino after dinner, foregoing dessert.
Walking out,
he suggested they take a leisurely stroll through the park. He wasn’t prepared
to end the night so soon.
“What about
the children? I know Rita Grace will sleep through to morning and my babysitter
doesn’t mind staying late, but don’t you have to pick up the twins from Tracy’s house?”
“Not
tonight. She has graciously agreed to keep the children overnight. I hope you
don’t mind, but I called your babysitter while you were in the ladies room and
asked if she wouldn’t mind bringing Rita Grace over to Tracy’s to spend the night as well.”
“What? Why
did you do that?”
“I’m sorry
if I crossed a line. I know she isn’t my child and I should have asked you
first. I just wanted to surprise you. It was presumptuous of me.”
The touch of
anger she felt at first disappeared as she realized she wasn’t really upset.
She was grateful that a man took charge and planned an evening for her like
this. As much as she loved her daughter, being both mother and father and making
all the decisions was tiring sometimes. Besides, it was nice to have a night
out with an adult.
“I’m not
upset. It’s okay. Thank you for doing it. I do need a night off.”
“So, shall
we?” he asked.
“We shall.
The park it is.”
As they
walked through the park, Darryl took her hand. They walked together for a while
in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
Darryl
steered her towards a bench and they sat, Darryl still holding her hand.
“It’s
a nice night out. Thanks again for tonight, Darryl.”
“You
are very welcome.”
Felice
sat and welcomed the all-over good feeling she was having. Sitting here with
Darryl and breathing the night air was just what she needed. She was beginning
to truly enjoy Darryl’s company, which surprised her. Not because he wasn’t a
nice guy, it’s just that she was Rita’s friend. As much as she was taking
pleasure from this night, there was a little twinge of guilt. Did she really
have the right to feel this happy and content while spending time with Rita’s
husband?
She
shook the feelings of guilt away. She knew Rita would approve of them becoming
close and helping each other through this rough time.
Over
the past few months, she realized she liked staying in the guest room at
Darryl’s, waking up in the morning to the children and Darryl. It was the
family life that until now, she didn’t even realize she wanted.
“Felice…”
She
looked at him with questioning eyes, “Yes?”
“You
do know how much I loved Rita, don’t you?”
“Of
course I do.”
“She
was my world and mother of our children. She meant everything to me.”
“Where
is this going, Darryl?” she asked, slightly nervous.
“What
I’m trying to say is a part of me will always love Rita, but I have to move on.
The children need a mother figure. I cannot give them what they need from a
mother.”
“Darryl,
are you trying to tell me you’re seeing someone?”
“Yes,
I mean, maybe. I mean...if you’ll see me, then I guess yes.”
“You
are confusing me.”
“Felice,
you have been like a mother to those children this last year. They love you and
they listen to and respect you. What’s more, they love Rita Grace like a
sister.”
“I
love them like they’re my own.”
Darryl
gently turned Felice around so that she was facing him.
“Felice,
I just realized I am falling in love with you. It has taken me a while because
I have been blind up until now, but I see you with the children, mine and
yours, and it makes my heart flutter. When I see you in the morning sitting at
the kitchen table with Rita Grace on your lap and the twins at the table with
you, I can’t help but feel you are part of our family now. What I mean is that
you are more than just Rita’s best friend, more than my friend.”
“Darryl,
I…”
“Please,
let me finish. For months now I’ve wanted to take you out. I’ve wanted so many
nights to hold you in my arms.” Almost hesitating, he continued, “I am falling
in love with you, Felice, and I can’t stop it.”
She
sat and looked at him. She was questioning everything she knew to be right. She
knew she should feel guilty for even entertaining the thought, but someplace
inside her, feelings were coming to the surface; those that—even though she
wouldn’t admit it—she’d had for a while now. Part of her wanted to push Darryl
away, but another was giving in to a family life, which eluded her up to now.
That was the part of her that realized that this man in front of her was
someone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
Before
she even realized what she was doing, she leaned her head towards his and
kissed him. It felt right, natural. He kissed her back, pulling her into his
arms. Felice’s whole body was shaking with longing and even though it was a
cool night, she felt as if she were on fire.
“Darryl,”
she finally pulled away from him to look at him. “These last few months, I have
really enjoyed waking up to a family life. Sitting at that kitchen table with
the children as you walk in has felt like the most natural thing in the world
to me. When I hear you walk through the hallway and into the kitchen my pulse
begins to race. I don’t know how this happened, Darryl.”
“I
do. Rita put us together and even though she’s gone, she’s still looking out
for us. She always wanted what was best for both of us. Besides, the two of us
being together feels right.”
“Darryl,
I don’t know how I feel.”
“I
do. I love you, Felice.”
“I…”
“It’s
okay. Please do not tell me you love me if you’re unsure. We have plenty of
time. I don’t want to rush into anything, but at the same time, I have to tell
you that I just don’t know if I could stand the thought of you belonging to
another man. I have no choice but to tell you how I feel.”
“Darryl,
I’m not seeing anyone else. I don’t have time.”
“I
know, but obviously from those flowers you received earlier tonight, you must
have an admirer. Before long, if not that person—whoever he is—then some other
lucky man will come along and see what I do. If I don’t speak up now, I could
lose you. It’s not a chance I’m willing to take. I’ve lost one love…I can’t
lose another.”
He
kissed her again. Like high school lovers, they sat on a bench in the park and
kissed as if nothing or no one else existed around them. Finally, Darryl stood and offered her his
hand. Taking it, she stood as he pulled her into his arms.
Holding
her in his arms, he bent down and kissed her neck and whispered into her ear,
“Felice, I know I’m being very presumptuous here...again, but will you come
home with me tonight?”
She brought
her head back so she could look up into his face. As an answer, she smiled,
grabbed his hand again and started walking back down the path towards the car.
She chased away all feelings of guilt and acted upon her women’s intuition that
Rita would be happy to see Darryl moving on.
Once they were back at
his house, he drew her to him and kissed her again. She felt like her body fit
into the groove of his as if they belonged together. She wasn’t nervous or
uncomfortable, but felt as if she had always been with Darryl.
He
took their coats and hung them in the hall closet near the front door. He
started to lead her up the stairs. In the middle of the staircase however, he
stopped and pulled her to him again. He just couldn’t get enough of her kisses.
Each time he brought his lips to hers, they demanded more.
He pulled
away from her and looked into her eyes.
“Are you
sure?” he asked in a whisper, his voice rough with emotion.
“Yes, I’m
sure.”
He scooped
her into his arms and carried her up the remaining stairs. He let her down when
they reached the top. She smiled at him as he led her into the bedroom.
They made love with a passion neither realized they could
feel after the recent tragic happenings in their lives. No promises were made
and no commitments were forthcoming from either of them. They made love freely.
Although he confessed his love for her and they were together as one, each
other only expected what the night could bring them both. Neither of them
thought any further ahead than the heated moment they were in.
The next morning, Felice was awakened by smells of frying
bacon and brewing coffee.
She smiled to herself and said aloud, “I can get used to
this.”
* * * * *
Over the course of the next few months, Felice and Darryl
maintained their separate residences. They saw each other just as often as they
did before. Felice stayed at his house with the kids while he worked late at
night. However, she stopped staying in the guest room. Instead, she’d lounge on
his king-size bed waiting for him to come home.
It was December and the nights were getting cold. Felice
would start a fire in the master bedroom fireplace and have it roaring as a
greeting to Darryl when he arrived. The children were almost always asleep
early and Darryl usually didn’t arrive home until after ten p.m.
Lately however, Darryl started showing up earlier and
earlier. One afternoon, he called Felice to ask her if she would again pick up
the children from school and take them home with her. He stopped using the
babysitter a while ago since Felice was there more and more.
She went to her house first to get more clothing for
herself and Rita Grace. Arriving at her place, she noticed a package sitting at
the foot of her door. Bringing it inside, she looked and realized there was no
return name or address.
She tentatively and carefully opened the brown wrapping
and found an elegantly wrapped green satin box. She opened the box and found
the most incredibly beautiful, long stemmed, crystal bud vase she’d ever seen.
She gasped as she turned it around in her hands. The base
was narrow, but it became thinner as it spiraled up and straightened at the
top, slim enough to hold two flowers at the most. The sun hitting the crystal
made it shimmer and sparkle. She couldn’t believe how breathtaking a vase could
be.
She looked in the box to find a card. Pulling it out, she
read it. It simply said, “Happy birthday”. She frowned and again looked at the
brown wrapping. She wasn’t mistaken the first time. There was no return address
or name.
Puzzled, she started wondering who on earth could have
sent her this beautiful vase. Other than Darryl, she didn’t know anyone who
would have given her such an expensive gift. She would have to remember to ask
him later.
Returning to Darryl’s house with the children, she parked
her car in the garage. Glenn and Gabriella bounded out of the car.
As he ran out of the garage into the driveway, Glenn
yelled, “I’m going to Mark’s.”
Mark was his best friend who lived next door. They were
always at each other’s homes, they were inseparable.
“I’m going, too! Wait up, Glenn,” Gabriella yelled,
running out after him.
“Be home by six for dinner,” Felice yelled after them.
She smiled and picked up her daughter from the car seat.
“It’s just you and me, baby girl.”
She tried using the door going from the garage into the
hallway off of the kitchen, and found it locked.
“That’s weird,” she murmured, as she walked out of the
garage and around to the front door.
It was an unusually cold day, freezing the rain that fell
the night before. She nearly slipped as she walked up to the front door.
Grabbing the porch rail with her one free hand, she righted herself.
Walking into the house, she noticed an aroma of fresh
flowers. She set Rita Grace in her playpen in the den and walked into the
living room. Her eyes widened as she realized on every stand available there
were fresh flowers. Twirling in the middle of the room, taking in all of the
bouquets, she felt strong arms go around her from behind. It startled her and
she began to struggle.
“Darling, it’s me. Don’t turn around. Close your eyes.”
“What? Are you crazy?”
“Crazy in love. Now, I want you to close your eyes and
trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
She let him lead her blindly out of the living room.
“What are you doing home so early? I thought you wanted me
to pick up the kids because you needed to work late. Wait, where’s your car?”
“I didn’t want you to know I was home when you drove in
the garage, so I parked it in the neighbor’s driveway until later.”
“And why is the door from the garage locked?”
“All your questions will be answered momentarily. Just a
little further,” he said, leading her into the dining room.
“Okay, open your eyes.”
She did and
couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. There were more flowers in the
dining room. A crystal candelabrum was set in the middle of the table, holding
four lit candles. The table was formally set for two with china. A bottle of
champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice set near the table and music was
playing softly in the background.
She stood
there, her mouth agape. She didn’t know what to say.
“Oh,
Darryl,” she managed to get out as tears streamed down her face.
“Happy
birthday, Felice.”
“You
remembered?”
“I couldn’t
forget. The kids kept reminding me. They love you, you know.”
Remembering
the package she received, she started to ask, “It was you then that…”
“No more
talking. Kiss me.”
She turned
to him and did as he asked.
Smiling
through her tears, she told him, “No one has ever done this for me before. I
mean, yes, I’ve been wined and dined on my birthday, but this…well, this…you
went to so much trouble, Darryl.”
“It was
definitely no trouble. It’s been a lot of fun.”
Just then
the doorbell rang.
“That would
be Tracy,” he
said.
“The
babysitter?”
“The one and
only. She’s here to take Rita Grace for the night. Glenn and Gabriella are
staying at Mark’s.”
After Tracy wished her a happy
birthday and left with her daughter, Felice said, “I can’t believe you planned
all of this for me. Why?”
“Well, not just because it’s your birthday—although
that’s certainly reason enough—but because you deserve it. You do so much for
me and the kids, always there when we need you. Most of all though, it’s
because I love you with all my heart.”
“Wow!
December eighth will never be the same after this! You spoil me,” she said as
she walked into his arms.
She kissed
him passionately, melting in his arms. He stopped and stepped back out of the
embrace.
“Not now, my
love. That will come later. There’s more.”
“More? What more could you have done?”
“You’ll see, but after dinner, which I must attend to. I
want you to go on upstairs and I’ll be with you in a moment.”
“Upstairs?” she smiled. “Ooh, honey. Dessert before
dinner?”
“Not yet, just go on up.”
“Well, I could use a shower anyway.”
She ran up the stairs giggling. She felt happy and
carefree, but most of all, she felt loved.
She walked into what they now called their bedroom and
started to undress, readying herself for a shower. Before she made it into the
bathroom however, Darryl came up.
She was just pulling on her bathrobe.
“You won’t need that,” he said, and he slid if off of her.
“No?” Smiling, she continued, “This sounds promising.”
“Patience, my love,” he replied, guiding her into their
bathroom.
More flowers littered the countertops. The lights were
off, but the candles he placed around the bathtub romantically lit up the room.
The tub was filled with soap bubbles and sitting next to it was another bottle
of champagne in a bucket, but only one glass was evident.
“Honey!” she exclaimed. “This is so romantic.”
“Get in before the water gets too cold. I tried to time it
just right.”
“Why is there only one champagne flute?”
“Because I want you to enjoy the peace. It’s just for you,
my dear.”
Felice slid into the warm tub and immediately began to
relax. He poured her a glass of champagne and handed it to her.
“Join me?” she asked.
“I can’t. I have too much yet to do downstairs. Now, I
want you to lie there and do nothing but relax. I’ll be back in a snap.”
“Wait, Darryl.”
“Yes?”
“Come here.”
He leaned down over the bathtub and she kissed him, deeply
and passionately.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve all of this…to deserve
you, but I want to tell you how much this means to me. Thank you.”
“No thanks are necessary. Besides, don’t thank me too
early. The evening has just begun. There’s more.”
“More? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I’m serious. I happen to be in love with one fantastic
and sexy lady,” he said as he massaged her breast. “To prove it, I intend on
showing you just how much you mean to me.”
“Darryl, I love you.”
It was the first time she openly admitted it. He looked
down at her tenderly and smiled.
“Those are words I’ve longed to hear. It’s about time you
admit it. I’ve known it for a while now.” He leaned down and playfully flicked
bubbles at her, “Relax, I’ll be back.”
She grabbed his arm before he straightened up and with her
other hand she scooped up some bubbles and wiped it on his face. They both
laughed. When he was with her he felt like a kid again.
“Enough playing,” he told her and continued, “at least for
now. I have work to do.”
He walked back downstairs with a huge grin on his face. He
felt on top of the world, giddy like a child. He couldn’t believe how lucky he
was to have found love again. She finally said those magic words, ones he
didn’t take lightly and he vowed she would never come to regret them.
Felice did just as he instructed. As she lay there, she
remembered she needed to ask Darryl about the vase. Just as quickly as the thought
formed in her mind however, it was gone.
The bath felt wonderful. She definitely needed this. She
hadn’t realized until lately how hard it was being a single parent. As much as
Darryl tried to help—and he always did—the burden fell on her to take care of
her daughter. An absent father really put a strain on her. Then there were
Darryl’s children, who were wonderful, but it was hard to keep up with them
while trying to care for her little girl. She didn’t mind. She loved Rita and
Darryl’s children as if they were her own. Somehow, she felt her friend knew
she assumed her position in Darryl’s life, in the children’s lives and in their
home. Felice knew Rita would be happy knowing her family was being taken care
of.
At the same time, she realized she could never replace
Rita in Darryl or the children’s minds and hearts, nor did she want to. Rita
was everything to her family. They loved her and she them, but with Rita gone,
Felice now felt responsible. Actually, she knew it was more love than
responsibility.
Finally, Felice was at peace, her life was finally coming
together. Maybe Pavel did her a favor when he left her to raise their child
alone. If he hadn’t, she would not be with Darryl now. She felt as if she
belonged with Darryl, but it took Rita’s death for it to happen. That was the
part that saddened Felice.
She was so relaxed that she was almost falling asleep in
the tub when Darryl came in.
He held a towel out for her and said, “Dinner’s ready.”
She slipped out of the tub. Darryl wrapped her with the
towel and then pulled her to his chest. He held her tight for a moment, stepped
back out of the embrace, then leaned down and kissed her.
Felice forgot everything. The towel slipped from her and
she stood naked before Darryl, lost in his kiss. She fervently kissed him back
and felt the desire flooding her entire body.
He moved back from her, fully intending to stop the desire
that was rapidly mounting in him. He stood there and looked at her beautiful
body. From the tips of her toes to the hair on her head, she was a picture of
absolute splendor.
He reached out and barely touched her hardened nipple. She
looked at him with need written in her eyes. She crossed the short distance
between them and molded her body to his. His arms instinctively went around her.
Leaning down, he kissed her again.
Running her fingers through his hair, she let out a soft
moan of pleasure that only heightened his excitement. Feeling his arousal, she
stooped down until she was on her knees, opened the zipper on his trousers and
took him into her mouth. A grunt of gratification escaped his lips.
As hard as it was to squelch his desire for her, he pulled
away, helped her to her feet and said, “Not yet, my dear. Get dressed and come
downstairs.”
He had plans for her this evening. He wanted her to know
just how much he loved her, even though, he admitted, being this close to
her—naked or otherwise—was quite stimulating.
“You get me all heated up like that and then tell me to
get dressed,” she pouted in fun.
“Sweetheart, in case you haven’t noticed, you are not the
only one on fire. However, the best part is yet to come. You’ll need to eat to
keep up your strength for what’s going to happen soon.”
“Happen? What’s going to happen?”
“You’ll see.”
“Not even a hint?”
“None,” he said, swatting her butt as she turned to walk
into the bedroom. “Now, get dressed.”
Felice got dressed. She knew from everything he did so
far, especially after seeing the dining table set so formally, that he intended
a romantic night. She chose her clothing carefully.
Standing in front of the mirror, she couldn’t help but
think Darryl would indeed be pleased. The dusty mauve and sage green flowered
print in the long flowing skirt made her seem ethereal, almost fragile.
As she walked down the stairs, Darryl was there to greet
her. He let out a low whistle of admiration.
“You approve?”
“Approve? Absolutely. You are stunning.”
Darryl dressed in evening attire, complete with a suit she
hadn’t seen before.
“You look very dashing yourself, Mr. Thornton. New suit?”
“Yes, you noticed. I bought it just for tonight.”
“I feel rather special.”
He took her hand and led her into the dining room, saying,
“As you should. You are special, Ms.
Bellicini.”
He showed her to a seat at the table and pulled the chair
out for her. Pouring her another glass of champagne, he smiled down at her. She
could see the love he held for her reflected in his eyes.
He disappeared into the kitchen and quickly returned with
a tray. He set a covered dish before her, set one at his place and then took
the covers off revealing cold water lobster tails, filet mignon and steamed
vegetables.
“Darryl,” she exclaimed, “how wonderful. You are so good
to me.”
“Not any more than you deserve.”
He sat down at the table next to her. During the meal,
they chatted about his day and hers. Felice knew him well enough to realize
that his idle chatter was out of nervousness. It made her wonder what was next.
Once they finished eating, she got up to help with the
dishes, but he stopped her.
“This is your night. I don’t need any help with the
dishes, but thank you for offering. Please, go into the living room and I’ll be
right in.”
She did as he asked, still wondering why he was acting so
nervous. She settled down on the couch and let herself relax again.
Darryl joined her, bringing with him yet another tray.
“Dessert,” he announced, walking into the room.
He set the tray down on the coffee table in front of
Felice. He handed her a dessert plate and stood in front of her.
Felice took the cover off of her plate to reveal a small
wrapped box.
“Darryl, you shouldn’t have, especially after all of
this,” she said, waving her hand in the air to indicate what she meant.
“Open it,” he urged her.
She took the wrapping off of the box and opened it. There
sat a diamond in the shape of a heart, encircled by smaller diamonds and
baguettes on both sides.
Gasping, she said, “Oh, Darryl.”
He knelt down on one knee and took her hand in his.
“Heart shaped because you have my heart. I hope you will
wear it. Felice, you have made me so happy. You brought me back to life again
after Rita died. For a while I knew nothing but despair and anguish. You’ve
given me back my life, made it better. I fell in love with you. I know you and
I are meant to be together, along with Glenn, Gabriella and Rita Grace. I want
us all to be a real family. Felice Bellicini, will you do me the honor of
becoming my wife?”
Throughout his speech, she quietly cried. Smiling through
her tears, she knew there was only one answer.
Looking at him, she said, “Darryl, you have become a very
important part of my life and so have Glenn and Gabriella. You have accepted
Rita Grace as your own and have shown her the same love as you do Glenn and
Gabriella. You have no idea what that means to me. You have made my life whole.
Because of all that’s happened in my life, I didn’t think I could love again.
As a matter of fact, you made me see the difference of loving someone and being
in love with that person and I happen to be in
love with you. Yes, Darryl, my love, I would be honored to marry you.”
He kissed her then, tasting the salt from her tears.
Suddenly, he broke away from her, ran out of the living room and threw open the
front door.
“Yes! I love you Felice,” he screamed into the night air.
“Hey, everyone! Felice said yes!”
She ran to join him at the door and laughing, yelled, “I
love you, Darryl. We’re getting married!”
Like two children, they started laughing and hugging one
another.
He shut the door, pulled her into his arms and told her,
“You have made me the happiest man alive.” Leaning down and seductively
speaking just above a whisper into her ear, he continued, “After that teasing
earlier, the most excited too. It’s high time I give you what I’ve made you
wait for all night.”
Picking her up easily in his arms, he carried her up the
stairs. He set her down and started kissing her, his tongue eagerly exploring
her mouth. Desire was building once again.
She took off his tie and threw it down the stairs. She
slowly unbuttoned his shirt, stopping after each button to kiss his chest and
stomach. Before she could go any further, he removed her blouse. While kissing
her neck and the area behind her ear lobes, he massaged her breasts on the
outside of her bra.
Backing away from him, she kicked off her high heels and
let her skirt fall to the floor. She stood before him wearing only her bra and
panties, the cream color of her undergarments were pale against her dark skin,
seeming only to enhance her figure.
He took her into his arms again and unhooked her bra. Her
breasts now touched the warmth of his chest and she melted into him. She took
his hand and guided him into the bedroom, leaving their clothing scattered
about on the hallway floor.
In the bedroom, he pushed her gently up against the wall.
She could feel his desire for her as he leaned his body into hers. She slipped
her hand between them and undid his belt and then his pants. He removed his
pants the rest of the way, picked her up and leaned her against the wall. She
wrapped her legs around him as he entered her.
She let out a moan of ecstasy as he pushed deeper inside
her. He pulled out of her, and with her legs still wrapped around him, he
guided them towards the bed and gently laid her down. He kissed the inside of
her thighs and she quivered. He moved up and brought her breast into his mouth,
while gently kneading the other.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded, “everywhere.”
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