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Disaster Dinner FINAL PART - Olli

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Olli's pov

Amanda pushes me into the house and closes the door behind her, before leaning her back against it. We both sigh, exhausted and tired from this strange evening in early November. After a few minutes of silence, our irises, now crystalline, speak, and a sharp shiver runs through my back until reaching the pelvis.

"I was afraid of losing you," I say, on the wave of that thrill.

Amanda watches me and without uttering a word, she approaches, as my heart beats wildly. At that precise moment, she pulls me to herself, and she forcefully kisses me, I can taste the intensity of her feeling in those kisses, and I let myself be infected by her passion. Every inch of my body burns with desire. Our lips meet again, Amanda braids her arms behind my neck, I lift her up, and she girds my hips with her legs. We reach the bedroom still wrapped, tight in a powerful embrace, which encloses all our enthusiasm and our desire.

I've dreamed of this meeting of ours a thousand times, and now that it's about to become a reality, fear assails me.

What if I'm not as good as I should be? What if I can't live up to her expectations? What if I'm not enough? What if...

Meanwhile Amanda interrupts the kiss, and her hands caress my chest, suddenly stiff and cold as marble.

What if I let her down? What if after tonight she doesn't want to see me anymore? What if I don't have to hold onto her anymore?

"Olli... are you okay?" she asks, putting a few inches between us.

"Do you want to.. really...?"

"Yes.... And you?"

My fears get heavy as rocks, I'd like to go away, not to spoil the memory of this magical evening, and yet my body does not move an inch. I want it, I want it with every cell of my body, but the fear of not being enough is getting bigger and bigger, like my silence.

"Sure... but shouldn't we create a little... a little atmosphere?" Maybe it's the greyness of the room that makes me uncomfortable.

Our looks meet and are chained to each other, Amanda reads me inside, I can feel it, almost trembling at the thought that she could understand. She caresses my red cheeks, and with her lips gently caresses mine. Next thing I know, she walks away in silence, opens one of my drawers, and comes back to me with a black bandage in her hand. I don't even remember having one. She leans it over my eyes, gently, but I retract.

"What the f..?"

"Sshh..." she whispers to me, placing a finger on my lips to shut me "let me do it... trust me" Amanda smiles and I, who have trusted her completely for over six years, let her go.

The blindfold obscures my sight, but around me I feel her movements, her almost imperceptible feline steps echo in the room. Only now I realize that outside it started to rain, I can feel the drops tapping on the windows.

After a few minutes, Amanda takes off the blindfold and I can finally look around. She closed the curtains, and lit the candles that I had prepared on the table for our dinner, making the atmosphere intimate and discreet, as I like, but the hands do not stop sweating, and the heart beats even stronger than before. The light of the candles gives Amanda and her figure an almost angelic aura, or maybe I'm the one who is so excited to not understand anything anymore.

"That's better?" she asks before she kisses me again.

I smile at her, trying to hide my tension. It never happened to me to want a girl so much that I was afraid to hurt or disappoint her. It was as if our whole future depended on that one unpredictable instant.

Amanda turns around, gives me her back, and I gently dislodge her long blond hair, which came under her shoulders. I zip down her dress slowly, uncovering her pale, naked back. The zip stops, and I feel her gasping when I follow the line of her back with my fingertips and caress her neck with my mouth. Amanda drops to the ground her dress, I am breathless at the sight of her body, perfect in every single imperfection, covered with fragility and insecurity but embellished by the scars of a painful past, very similar to mine.

"What do you think?" she asks.

"You are beautiful" I say, tracing the boundaries of her body with my caresses.

Our lips touch again, but more slowly, enjoying the moment, tasting our feelings, sugary but hot. Amanda opens one by one the buttons of my shirt and without taking it off, she lets her fingers slide on my naked chest.

"I can feel your heart" she whispers, between kisses.

"Better that way, otherwise it would mean that you would have killed me" I smile, while taking off the last clothes that remained on her.

"You're such an idiot!" she laughs, getting away from me.

"Where do you think you're running off to?" I put her back together, holding her to me, "You're mine!"

"I don't think so!" she's still trying to get away, but we're so clumsy that we both slip on the bed, first her and then me. We laugh at each other's clumsiness. I fall on top of her, and I find myself inches from her face, delicate and enchanting.

"I've wanted this for years..." says Amanda, serious.

"Me too"

"I desire you" she smiles, looking at me right in the eyes.

We exchange another kiss, and all my fear or inhibition disappears, as if by magic. Now I feel good, I wish this moment never ended.

I slip inside her, slowly and in the most delicate way I know, I kiss every single corner of her, even the most edgy. I love everything about her: from the smallest imperfection to the biggest, from the way she writhes when I caress her to the way I make her moan, from the way she laughs when I kiss her on the neck, to her mischievous look when she has full control over me.

With her permission I find myself touching every one of her smallest cracks, every one of her smallest pains, every one of her smallest barbs, which in my eyes the year always made the most beautiful creature of all.

Amanda and I move in unison, as if we were one, as if the particles of our bodies had mixed together, making it difficult to understand where I end and where she begins. I feel exploding into myself a love never felt before today, and I let myself go to a liberating sigh that Amanda shares with me.

I collapse at her side, while Amanda covers herself with the sheets. We both fix the ceiling, fatigued and empty, but not in a negative sense.

"I've never made love like this before" she confesses.

"Neither do I " I say "In my life, I have never experienced such ecstasy."

"I have never felt such an intense pleasure moving within me" she continues, passing her gaze from the ceiling to my face.

"I never..." I get stuck, interrupted by Amanda.
"loved someone so much." she ends my sentence.

We both curl up in a fetal position, one in front of the other, and between a sigh and a caress, we still weave our looks become thin like webs of spiders.

"Stay with me", she sighs, as she looks at me, lost, almost afraid.

"As long as you want it, darling" I say, as I hold her close to me, and she leans her head on my chest, filled with love.

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I'm back! <3 I wanted to thank my friend Bea, for helping me with this shot, I love you babe <3