Chapter 47 I don’t want to say goodbye
I don’t want to say goodbye
victoria
The night has flown by, and after toasting the bride and groom a good twenty times, the alcohol and sleep have taken their toll, and the guys have left, leaving Elena and me alone.
High in the sky, the moon shines so brightly that it makes the sea shimmer beneath a sea of sequins that twinkle like the stars above our heads.
I’ve stayed because I refuse to let this day end and because I still have so much to say to the woman who dedicated a song to me that has stayed etched in my heart.
Elena has been busy in the kitchen for a few minutes, putting away everything we used for dinner.
From where I stand, leaning against the fridge, I watch her as if it were the first time I’d seen her immersed in household chores.
She hasn’t even noticed I’m here, and that invites me to take off my sandals and walk barefoot until I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck.
“You should leave this for tomorrow…” I whisper close to her ear and brush her skin with the tip of my nose.
Elena, her hands full of suds, turns off the faucet and gently turns her head to look me in the eyes.
“I have a few hours left here, and I don’t know about you, but I want to spend them with you. ”
“If I don’t do it now, I won’t feel like cleaning it up tomorrow,” she whispers, brushing her nose against mine.
“But if what you’re asking me is to stay here with you until you have to leave…
The answer is yes,” she adds a second before pressing her lips to mine in a soft kiss, full of love, as sweet as she is and so intimate that it makes all the problems we’ve had over the past few days disappear.
The kitchen becomes our little corner, and as soon as she turns completely in my arms and I press her between my body and the cabinet, we begin a moment I’ve wanted to enjoy ever since I stepped into her house hours ago.
My mind seems to have erased the memory of the last time I enjoyed the sensation of Elena’s hands wrapped around my waist, when I felt her tongue playfully teasing mine, or when I was left breathless by a bite on my lips.
It’s not our first time, but it feels like it is, and I feel grateful to be able to rewrite a story that I myself had ended.
After a slight push, she sits on the countertop and wraps her legs around my body.
I can’t help but caress her thighs, savoring the soft feel of her skin beneath my fingertips, the warmth she radiates, and the swaying of our tongues in a dance that suddenly stops, allowing us to become aware of what’s happening.
I decide to caress one of her cheeks, and she closes her eyes slightly, letting herself be carried away by the touch.
She is wonderfully perfect, and I don’t know how I’m going to manage to be away from her for days.
“What I told you a while ago was true,” I remind her, hoping it will sink deep into her mind. “I plan to do everything in my power to make this work so we can be together for the rest of our lives.”
“Do you think we’ll be okay?” she asks as she strokes my neck and focuses all her attention on me. “Right now, all I want is to trap you within these walls, tie you to my bed, and never let you go. I have this strange feeling that once you leave, you won’t come back.”
“Don’t even think about it,” I whisper, cupping her face in my hands. “This is where I want to be, and no matter what happens, I’ll be back.”
“Don’t let me down, or I swear I’ll fly to Madrid to kick that beautiful ass of yours,” she emphasizes, giving me a little pinch on the butt, making me burst out laughing.
“What I plan to do is make up for all these years we’ve been apart…” I whisper very close to her lips and run my hands around her waist to pull her body toward mine. “I plan to start tonight.”
“What’s so special about it…?” she asks me curiously.
“It’s been seven years since we got married,” I reply. “And anniversaries have to be celebrated.”
“It feels like a century ago…”
“I know.”
Ready to bring an end to a night that will never be repeated, we let our emotions take control of the situation; I lose my head, and driven by the need to remember every inch of her body, I slip off the dress she’s wearing.
Elena, almost naked, steps down from the counter and, amid laughter—and several kisses—takes me by the hand to climb the stairs leading to her bedroom.
Before we walk through the door, my dress falls to the floor, and we both step through it in the same state, and as soon as we hit the edge of the bed, we fall onto it.
Feeling the weight of her body on top of mine and being held captive between her legs is a sensation I don’t know how to explain.
I don’t hold back from looking at her, touching her, caressing her, awakening from this dream we’ve shaped over the days.
Our lips meet again in a kiss, now wild and passionate, while our bodies, yearning for each other’s touch, seek one another with an urgency I’ve known before.
I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of my own desire, and it’s my hands that seek Elena’s bare skin with an urgency that, for a moment, seems frantic and desperate to me.
Her caresses are devastating; every touch of her fingers makes me tremble with pleasure, and once they find the path hidden between my legs, I moan so loudly that my back arches and I begin to shake.
She is an expert at touching me, and I tremble beneath her body, clinging tightly to sheets that already bear my name and hers.
I feel like I’m flying when I seek out her mouth and my tongue brushes against hers, when my hands grip her buttocks and I force her to move her hips against my body, simulating thrusts that give me goosebumps.
I caress her, I touch her, I discover her, and I etch every curve of her body into my mind; and as soon as I go further and my fingers thrust into her, everything explodes into a fire capable of consuming us completely.
Her moans of pleasure fill the air, mingling with mine in a symphony of ecstasy we share. We move in harmony, in sync, as if we were dancing a dance brimming with lust. Every touch of her hands is a delicious torture, but I force myself to stay sane and never stop looking at her.
Having her close to me, with her breasts moving in time with our caresses, is incredible.
Just like the sweat glistening on our skin, making her moan even more, while a wave of pleasure sweeps me away, plunging me into the abyss in a matter of seconds.
I know she’s reaching orgasm because my hands get wet and she grips my fingers so tightly she could break them.
I don’t give in, not even when I run out of strength and start to stagger because of her.
All I know is that in a matter of seconds I’m flying, and we scream together once we come.
We collapse onto the mattress, the world fades away around us, and we hold each other tightly, showering each other with kisses, caresses, and smiles; our breathing is ragged, and as we recover from the whirlwind of emotions that has consumed us, I can glimpse my future by her side, together for all eternity.