Romance My Experience with Love

[avsji]

I was already at the height of my sexual tension. I had not masturbated for the past 3 days, as I was ‘saving myself’ so that I could ‘perform’ well with Gabi. But now the same was giving me trouble. There was real danger of ejaculating soon, while I wanted to take a lot of time before doing that. I stopped the car and parked it on the curb.

 
"Gabi, if you do not stop it soon, I will come in your hand."
 
"Is that so, honey? Good!" saying that, she leaned and took my penis in her mouth.
 
She started to suck and tug alternately, and slowly, as any fast friction will bring about an immediate ejaculation, and she knew it. The warmth of her mouth of my penis, and the sweet erotic service made me swoon with pleasure. I was hanging in there by sheer willpower. I somehow found a secluded spot and stopped the car. Gabi worked slowly and gently extending the moment for me. She herself was aroused by the animal smell emanating from my sack. She pulled the skin back and tickled my glans using her tongue as she continued to suck. She sucked lovingly until she knew that I was about to explode. It came too quickly. The first spurt began inside her mouth, and she continued to suck. She did not choke, and continued sucking - emptying it, and even drying it completely, and then she pulled away.
 
"Was it good for you, honey? You liked it?" she asked.
 
Liked it! God! I was floating. I just nodded, smiling. It took me some time to regain my senses and breathing before I started to drive again.
 
When we reached my house, it was late at night. Obviously, Kajal had already gone; she had cooked a few special dishes as per my request and kept them neatly in microwavable containers for reheating later. My flat was at the top floor, which was really the third floor. It had nice vista of the neighborhood, and the breeze came inside easily and with plenty of Sun and rain. The openness of my flat was a problem in summers, and fantastic during other seasons. We got her stuff inside the house and I carried it inside the second room for her, while she waited in the hall. She was still waiting and standing when I returned.
 
"Oh, Gabi!" I exclaimed, "Where are my manners? Please sit down. Be comfortable."
 
She laughed and said, "No honey! Please don’t be formal. I am just amazed at how you have decorated and maintained this place! It looks beautiful!"
 
"I will convey this compliment to Kajal!" I said smilingly. Gabi knew about Kajal and her influences over me. Of course, I did not give her the full account of Kajal’s ‘intimate influences’ over me. That was for later.
 
"Please sit!" I continued.
 
"Honey, I would like to take a bath first. It has been such a long journey. I am too tired and smelly."
 
"Oh sure! The bathroom is just besides the hall. If you want to use the toilet, use the other door. But we don’t use toilet tissues… we use water-spray." I added laughingly.
 
Gabi winked at me, "I know as much! Ha ha." and proceeded towards the bathroom. She swiftly began to unbutton her shirt, as if she was peeling it off. Next, she unzipped her jeans, which fell to the floor. She was wearing matching black panties (I have already told you that she was wearing black bra). She simply hurried off to the bathroom to freshen up. Gabi took her time and emerged fresh only after 45 minutes. I was starving. In the meantime, I had reheated all the delicious food that Kajal had prepared. Gabi emerged and exclaimed,
 
"What a delectable aroma! God! I am so hungry!"
 
She was wearing a light green colored cotton nightie. It had spaghetti straps and small floral prints. It fitted her nicely, although the top seemed to have slightly low neckline. It was tight enough not to have any loose fabric, and still allowed her to move easily. There was nothing sexy about it though, as it a piece of clothing in which you can open the door to someone unknown.
 
She continued, "Just one minute more honey." and went to her room. She returned with a bottle of a fine Brazilian wine - something they call, the ‘vinho fino’ (fine wine). It was an expensive port wine.
 
She said, "Thank you so much for having me!" and handed over the bottle to me.
 
"You’re most welcome!" I started simply, but I thought about the unintentional double meaning of her sentence, and added, "I think I will be glad to have you." and winked.
 
She smiled and complained, "English!"
 
The meal was delicious and became even more enjoyable by our small talks. Somewhere along it, I kept thinking about the fellatio (oral sex) that she gave to me in the car. Its effect was that by the time dinner was over, I was sporting a hard on.
 
She obviously noticed it and whispered in my ear, "Honey, do you want to make love to me?"
 
"Yes, of course I do." I confessed.
 
She kissed me on the lips and said, "You know I love you… don’t you honey?"
 
I nodded - where is this going?
 
She laughed, "All I am saying is that I also want to make love to you… possibly even more than you want to do it to me. But before we do that, I wish that you want me - not only my body - it is all yours already, but also my soul and my being. When that happens, we will make love."
 
I looked at her quietly and she noticed that I did not deny what she said.
 
She smiled, "Till then, my marido, just this." and kissed me hotly on my lips.
 
I sighed. The erection was gone. There was no need of any more stimulants. I needed to sleep, so I kissed her good night and went to my room. Gabi on the other hand was looking refreshingly beautiful. In Brazil, it would be only early afternoon around this time, so she was not feeling sleepy. I do not know when she left for her bed.

Marido in Portuguese means husband. At that moment, I did not know what it meant. But interestingly, Gabi already considered me her husband. Interesting, isn't it?