Like every morning, he savored the moment he woke up, the time suspended between dream and reality, the subconscious and consciousness. William gently out of sleep. A smile on his lips was born. He was in bed, Julia was with him, he could feel her hot breath on his neck, her chest rising at the slower and calm rythm of her breathing. That made him smile even wider William loved the sensation he felt. His hand was placed in the back of Julia and fingertips he could feel her soft skin. He concentrated a little more. She had crossed her leg on his hips, her thigh touching his, the golden curls surrounding her intimacy caressed his manhood, her breasts abuted against his chest . She was completely naked in his arms, so close he could feel her body rise at the same breath as his, as if a single breath lived them both. He remounted his hand gently along the spine of the young woman. He felt a shiver run through her body and she went even further against him.
-Mmmmhh, William, she said sleepily.
-I'm here my love, replied the young man before disengage a little to kiss her.
She opened her eyes to see William away before he falls back on the pillow. She stroked his rough cheek and his chin before lowering her hand on his chest, following its path with her eyes.
-What are you thinking about? William whispered.
-You can not read in my eyes, and yet you know how I feel, how you doing?
-I know you very well, and I have super powers, he said, laughing softly.
She did the same, shaking her head from side to side before speaking again.
-I had planned this day for weeks, Julia replied by making a few small circles with her fingertips on the chest of her husband, and with all these events, I can not offer you the gift I had expected.
-You managed to get a day off from the Inspector, it is already a gift.
-Mmmh, rather say that I managed to convince you not to go to work today, Julia said chuckling before he joins her.
-But I like to spend days with you, he said.
-A weekday William, do you realize you that we are Thursday, it's quarter past nine and we're still in bed?
-I do not complain, he sighed before getting her chin to find the nose of his wife and kiss her languorously, tell me, he murmured after their kiss, what had you planned for today?
-A ride along the lake on bicycles, outside of Toronto, just you and me, eating a picnic in a cove and return in the evening, change and go to a play. But I could not have places for the theater.
-Considering my condition, they would have been wasted.
-This would make you happy?
-Yes, it was a wonderful gift. But I will spend this day with you anyway, and that is enough for my happiness.
Without a word, Julia smiled broadly. God she loved this man. He had not always had the right words in the past and they were hurt because of it, not having been able to express their feelings and emotions. Other times, she would not understand him, be angry against him because he was unable to tell her how he felt. But when William was opened to her, he knew reassure her, appease, make her feel loved and desired. She always felt that twinge of joy at heart when he told her "I love you" or that she was "so beautiful." Julia was very fortunate to have a man like William in her life and she was fully aware.
-Then, she whispered on his lips leaving her thought, I'll try to make you a little happier William.
He felt her leave his embrace. William tried to open his eyes, his eyelids now seemed to obey him. Even if he kept mostly look grounded, he sometimes tried to open his eyes to get used to the light again. He knew that with Julia, and only with her, he could stand as he was, with his eyes still hurt. I want to see her, I want to contemplate her again, thought William.
He blinked several times. With sensations he felt he knew Julia was sitting astride over him, his manhood pressed against her femininity. She had her hands on his stomach, but she did not move. Julia had frozen in place when she saw William open his eyes. His eyes were as beautiful as they had always been. But an opaque film lessened their chocolate color. She could not look deeply into his, they seemed empty, lifeless, without malice, without love. She held her breath for a second and he understood.
-Am I so repulsive? He asked softly.
-Oh, no William, replied his wife leaning toward him to caress his cheek, my God, no you're not repulsive. I had not seen your eyes since the accident.
-There's only you that I dare look, I ... I see your contours.
-This means there is probably an improvement, said Julia hopeful, but it will take time.
-I wish I could see you as before, to immerse my gaze in yours again and feel the delicious thrill again. This love.
He reached for Julia. He could see her silhouette will draw in the window frame. He saw the top of her head, the outline of her hair, her shoulders, her waist and hips.
-I would like to watch you again. See how beautiful you are.
He sat up a bit to come a few centimeters from Julia and slowly his other hand rested on her. She stifled a groan when he stroked her thighs. He concentrated on watching where his hands were. He slowly climbed on her hips and belly, size, chest, breasts, causing another sigh at his wife. Then he came to her neck, her chin. Julia then closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh escaping her lips parted. She tilted her head back and he continued his progression, tenderly stroking her cheeks, her lips, her nose, her eyelids, forehead and then he slipped his hands through her hair. He plunged his face and he spoke in a deep voice in her ear, feeling Julia placed her arms around his waist to press against him.
-You're so beautiful, so beautiful, William repeated before filing a long, wet kiss in the crook of her neck.
He went down again his hands down the back of Julia. When placed them in the hollow of her back, he made a small pressure in order to bring her a little when he felt his wife stroking his chest. He groaned deeply and he directed his kisses to her chest. For a few seconds she did not resist, biting her lips with pleasure, when William took one of her nipples, she sighed in turn.
-William, this morning it's your turn. Let me ... let me give you pleasure.
He rested his forehead between her breasts and closed his eyes. Julia stroked his scalp and her hand tenderly took his swelling member and tensing against her lower belly. Still sitting on him, she began to massage him. William lost feet, his face tucked into the breast of his wife, feeling the heart of Julia pounding in her chest. He could not help caressing her buttocks slowly as she was doing on his manhood. His breath quickened and Julia tenderly away from him. He did not resist, he was her puppet, he was hers. She ran their antics and he liked the feeling. She kissed him deeply and he fell on the mattress. She looked him tense few moments of pleasure, leaving a deep throaty moan escaped from his lips. William gave way and nothing made her happier than that. She quickened her movements, and she leaned toward her husband to kiss his chest tenderly to bit one of his nipples. He controlled anything and when she felt several strokes, she directed her mouth toward the object of her desires. When he felt her breath on this place so sensitive, he could not restrain a desperate sigh. He desperately wanted her, needed her. Her tongue so sweet, moist and warm slipped on his skin and he gave another jerk. Yes, thought William, oh yes, Julia, please, take it, take ...
-Mmmmhh Juliaaa, murmured William pleased when the mouth of his wife wrapped him.
He would have given anything to see her at this time, to lower his gaze to hers and stare into hers as she grieved her sweetest torture, as he entered again and again in her mouth. His body began to tremble, he would explode, he knew. She knew her husband by heart, she made sure to watch all his reactions, looking up to him regularly. All other times, that she had given him such pleasure, she saw love in his eyes. He always made sure to watch her at the moment he felt he was going to explode in her. That day, she had to settle for watching his body tense pleasure, notice the strokes increasingly violent and frequent to understand.
-Ju... Julia ... I ...
She realized, she had understood long before he tried to tell her. Then she pressed a last kiss on his member hard, long and swollen. She lay against him, ensuring caress his body with hers, leaving her breasts barely touching his chest. On the one hand, she guided his manhood towards her womanhood. She closed her eyes, feeling the sheer joy of the caress of William at her entrance, a few seconds before she impales him, very gently, leaving him adjust to her, savoring the sensation of William sliding in her deeply, a little more, a little longer, until that moment that she held him prisoner in totally. A tremor shook her body, a moan escaped her lips. He placed his hands on her hips and after a last look, she lay against him, placing her hands around his waist. They exchanged a kiss and they stir their hips on the same pace. Julia kept her forehead against the chest of William whom had slipped a hand through her hair. He left her only to penetrate with more strength and depth repeatedly. And with cry, she felt him spread in her. She still wavered for a moment, just a few seconds before dropping completely against him, out of breath, resuming her mind after reaching orgasm too.
They set a few minutes to calm down. Then they separated and they exchanged a long kiss. Julia left the bed after a last embrace to reach the bathroom and to freshen up. When committed by William did the same. He found her a few minutes later in the doorway of the living room. She felt his fingers on the fabric of her silk robe. He approached her to find her neck and place a kiss. But before he had time to speak, she asked him a question that has existed for ten minutes already.
-William? How many roses did you buy?
-Seven-hundred and thirty.
-There is a reason is not it? Ten bouquets of seventy three roses each.
-That's correct, William nodded, placing his hand on her belly.
-I do not find, Julia sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
She heard him laugh, the laugh she loved and she heard only when they were completely alone. This laught he gave only to her.
-Ten bouquets Julia ... I've known you for ten years.
-And seventy-three?
-This figure is not the one you have to worry about you, how are ten by seventy-three?
-Seven-hundred and thirty.
They stood in silence for a moment. William was not going to help her more, he knew she was perfectly capable of finding by herself. After all, he had married the smartest woman of Toronto, across Canada, maybe the world, thought William, she will find.
-Seven hundred and thirty-two times is three hundred and sixty-five, (730 = 365 X2 because i have no idea if it is translated correctly ) murmured Julia, the number of days in a year, two years. A rose a day for two years. A rose a day since our marriage.
-You are brilliant Doctor Ogden, this is actually the solution.
-How did you do to find as many flowers in so little time?
-I had a little help.
Julia turned in his arms and grinned through her arms around his neck.
-George, she whispered on his lips.
-George, William replied before they exchanged a long, lingering kiss.
-Thank you William, thank you for the wonderful evening that you have organized, thank you for the sublime night that you gave me, thank you for asking me to marry you, thank you for always loved me despite all my mistakes, despite doubts and trials. I love you Mr. Murdoch, and I will love you until my last breath.
-I love you Julia, I did since the first day I met you.
They even exchanged a long kiss, clutching tightly against one another until they separated breathless and Julia judged wiser they eat something to regain strength. So they took their breakfast as every morning. She read the newspaper aloud while they were their bread and they drank their tea. Then they finally dressed. The sun was shining and despite the fact that they could not make the ride that Julia had expected, they took a picnic at the hotel's restaurant and they left together. Their lead them to a house under construction, their home, lost in the weeds. The roof, the walls were already in place, the walls inside, the kitchen took shape, the living room with the fireplace as well, but the rest of the building was far from being completed and at this time they knew that many would still do that everything will again become "as before" if indeed this is possible.
to be continued...