DROWNED; BUT NOT LOVE

I sipped tea as I kept staring at my handsome twenty six year old fiance. He was writing something important for business. Oh how beautiful this creation of the Lord is, I thought. He was devilishly handsome from the depth of his eyes to the depth of his voice. He had dazzling ocean eyes like the sun that sparkled on the waves and was warm with its currents. He had high cheek bones and a rather sharp nose that sat on a pale complexioned face that was radiant. He had long curled eyelashes resting beneath a canopy of beautiful bushy eye brows. His lips were deep red as if he just drank the wine and had a beautiful cupid's bow. But he kept no beard or moustache and nearly shaved every alternate day, still there was a slight hint of the existence of moustache above his lips. When he smiled, it felt like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room. His smile had the effect of giving someone electric shocks and kept them wondering how his lips might feel on their skin and what their taste would be like. As a person who had already experienced those lips, let me tell you, they are nothing but heavenly. Those soft lips were like petals and I felt as if I was drinking the sweetest honey of the flowers that ever bloomed. His breath was fresh and his touch on my skin made me feel alive and craving for more. His soft gentle kisses made me sore high into the sky and yet they kept me touching the ground for it smelled of fresh damp earth. He was very tall, taller than average men with a beautiful physique and slim waist. He had no body hair I knew for I had often peeped at him while he was half naked. His fingers were long with beautifully polished nails and the hands depicted a strong man. He looked at me for a split second and turned his head immediately as he blushed; his ears and cheek turning deep red.

"I know I'm beautiful. But if you keep staring at me this way I won't be able to control myself till we reach New York." His lips curled into a lopsided smile as he looked at me straight with his piercing eyes.

I quickly tore my gaze off his face, embarrassed. We both had been in love with each other for a year then. It had been five days we were engaged to each other. I was nineteen, seven years younger than him, yet age was just a number for lovers.

I was just wearing a robe but still after a bath I felt hot. I slowly got up unwillingly for tearing my eyes off the beautiful view and went over to dress up for the night. A page had fallen off his table. As I went to pick it up, suddenly the robe slipped off my shoulders. I quickly picked it up ashamed as I was completely naked underneath. I slipped it over my shoulders as I looked over at him. His were right on me as if measuring me. I felt extremely hot by his gaze. It is not like I hadn't been naked before. We had also made love to each other. But every time he looked at me that way, squinting his eyes as if stripping me naked just by roaming his eyes all over my body, I felt feverishly hot and weak and helpless, left at the mercy of the master. I was just heading for the dressing room when his words suddenly stopped me.

"Don't dare move one step."

I froze on my tracks, unsure. I waited for some time. I heard him move and all of the sudden the lights went off. Suddenly I felt him right behind me. His hot breath was on my neck and right shoulder. My heart thumped loudly. We had been intimate many a time, each time was like a new adventure. He explored me while I explored him and gathered new experiences.

He breathed deeply on my neck and I felt ticklish and had to fight the urge to laugh and ruin the perfectly romantic mood. I shivered all over due to experiencing a lot of feelings together. His hands slowly went to my shoulder and smoothly removed the robe covering my bare body. His warm soft hands massaged my shoulders gently, then hard. His hands roamed all over my shoulders and my soft bare arms. His hands then roamed to my throat and gently squeezed it as he tilted my head backwards. He removed my hair to the left side and gently kissed my neck and then sucked my skin. I tilted my head to give him more access as he bit down hard. I gasped from the pain and shock and pleasure. It was sure to leave mark the next day. His lips then moved to my earlobe as he gently sucked the skin. I was so much aroused and wet down there. One of his hands cupped my right breast and fondled the soft skin. He pinched the nipples which were already hard and protruded while his other hand freely roamed over my belly before reaching down as the finger entered me and kept moving. I leaned heavily on him and moaned deeply, unable to stand straight with all the pleasurable feelings. He then quickly lifted me carried me in a bridal style to the bed; all while kissing.