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Richard leaned closer to Emily and nuzzled his nose in her hair, his hands still on her breast. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the feeling that her husband was creating lavishing attention over her body, but she couldn't help to think about the fact they were in his car, in a public place. She pulled away forcefully and made him leaning back on his seat.
"Richard, please. I can't do it." She panted trying to regain her usual breath.
He stared at her for a while and smiled at the sight of her reddened cheeks. He knew that she had blushed in part because of their closeness and in part because of her embarrass.
"All that you want my love." He responded.
Adjusting his seatbelt he tried to forget about the desire he still felt growing inside of him and turned on the engine. The trip back to home was short, nevertheless he had a hard time to keep his hands far from her legs and hands. She had allowed them to slip under her skirt by the time they reached their driveway.
Richard drove slowly towards the garage, opened it with the remote control and parked a minute later. He turned off the engine and suddenly the darkness widened the place.
Emily unfastened her seatbelt and took the purse in her hands. Richard covered her hands with his and took the purse from them only to let it fall back to the floor. Emily tried to look at him, but the dark around prevented her to see his moves. She heard the noise of him unfastening his seatbelt and then she felt his warm breath against her face. In a matter of seconds he moved the passenger seat to a horizontal position and leaned atop of his wife. She inhaled deeply in his scent and let him lavishing attention over her body. His hands caressed her sides gently, despite the place where they were she couldn't help to notice how romantic he was towards her. He whispered compliments in her ear while his hands cupped her full breast gently. She rolled her head on the side and gave him better access to explore her neck and collarbone. He opened the buttons of her silky shirt slowly, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin against his fingers. She moaned lightly when he pressed his body against her, making her feeling his desire. He let go of her breast and put his arms around her back, lifting her slightly from the seat only to lean her back a moment later. She searched for his lips in the darkness of the car and smiled when she finally found them. His breath against her mouth was warm and maybe a bit quicker than usual, his hands down her sides. She captured his lips with hers and kissed him tenderly, light kisses all over his mouth. When he let his hands slip a bit more down, towards her thighs, she parted her lips slightly, allowing him to explore every inch of her mouth with his tongue. She moaned softly and he kissed her lovingly for a while before moving his mouth towards her neck.
"I love you Emily." He whispered in her left ear.
She felt a rollercoaster of emotions building inside of her. There was relief, joy, gratefulness, love and maybe a thin wave of fear. They hadn't really talked about the letter and her reaction to it, so she didn't know exactly how he felt about it. She tried to hide her emotions, but she didn't succeed in it.
Richard pulled away slightly when he heard a noise that remembered a lot of a sob. He looked down at her but it was completely dark, so he instinctively brushed his thumb over her cheeks. He felt her skin wet by the tears and he looked for the little car light, turning it on a moment later.
Emily avoided his gaze, turning her head towards the car window. Richard bent down slowly and made her to look at him gently. Her eyes were red and full of tears while her cheeks were completely wet. She was weeping silently.
"Emily?" He asked puzzled.
"I'm sorry." She whispered burying her face in her hands.
Richard moved to the side, sitting back on his seat and helped her to sit too, moving up the passenger seat with his right hand.
Emily stared at her lap, unable to say a word. Her hands still on her face. Richard looked at her for a moment. It wasn't usual that she cried like this in front of him, also if he had seen that scene too often in the past few months. He waited for her to calm down, but noticing she still sobbed he grabbed her wrists gently and took her hands in his. She swallowed hard and took in two deep breaths before turning her head towards him.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She whispered hoping that her voice trusted her.
"Emily, dear." He said and then put her in his embrace, tightening her.
She cried more openly against his strong shoulder and let all the emotions she had hidden for so long to surface in her weeping.
He stroked her back gently and caressed her hair, hoping that it would have helped her to relax a bit. And it worked. She cried for a while and then simply relaxed in his arms.
"Emily, dear. I think we need to talk about that story." He said in a low voice.
She pulled away unwillingly and lifted her chin to look straight in his eyes.
"I think you're right." She responded.
They went out of the car silently and then walked towards the main door. Richard protected her from the rain lifting over their heads his coat and then guided her in the house.
He thought for a moment about what place would have been the better one to discuss, and then he chose the living room.
Emily sat on the pink couch and kicked her shoes off, folding her legs over the couch.
Richard sat next to her and mirrored her position.
They stared for a while, wondering how to start the discussion without hurting the other more than the necessary.
"Emily, why did you never tell me about that letter?" He asked breaking the silence that was filling the room.
Emily inhaled deeply and then smoothed the material of her skirt, trying to find the right words to make him understand.
"I was worried Richard. When I met you I felt the luckiest girl in the world. You were so handsome and so polite. You knew barely everything, you could discuss about economy, or history, or art or whatever you want for hours without problems. You took me to shows, cinemas, restaurants and I never felt bored by being with you. And the way you looked at me drove me crazy sometimes. But then the dream broke and I saw you with another girl. No any girl, but the girl you had proposed to. She wore your Yale pin and you hold her tightly in the middle of that room. You looked at her in the same way you looked at me. But I didn't wear your pin, and you hadn't proposed to me. I felt the world crumpling around me. I had allowed you to enter into my heart, and you simply had played with me. That was the way I felt during the days after that discovery. I felt as you had wanted to play with me, to prove to yourself that you could have had me, my heart, also if you really didn't want me. You wanted her, and you proposed to her. It took me several weeks before letting my guard off again. And then you broke your previous engagement and proposed to me, gave me a beautiful engagement ring and we married. I had been so proud that day. I was no more any girl, but I became Emily Gilmore. I remember that I felt so happy every time I signed a letter with my new name, Gilmore. You gave me your name and I was so proud to be your wife. Then your mother came to visit us and told me that I wasn't good enough for you. That Pennilynn would have been a better wife for you. That I made you leaving her. She insulted me every time you went out of the room. When Lorelai was born I hoped she could have finally accepted me in the family, but she said that I hadn't been able to give you a male heir. And then Pennilynn had a son. A male. And your mother told me hundreds of times that Pennilynn was better than me for being the mother of a male. And then I got pregnant again, and…. you know. Fiore. So when I received that letter I thought it was true. I was sure you would have come back to her sooner or later. I disappointed you too much to pretend that you could still love me. I thought about the possibility to talk to you about the letter, but then I was scared you would have left me. I couldn't accept that possibility, you were all my life, my entire world. So I decided to live with that awareness and try to satisfy you." She said feeling tears burning again in her eyes.
Richard had listened to her in silence, trying to understand her, but he still had difficulties to comprehend why she had kept that letter secret.
"So you doubted of my love for all these years?" He asked looking straight in her eyes.
Emily swallowed hard before finding the force to respond.
"I'm sorry for having doubted of your feelings for me. I was too scared of losing you that I couldn't think rationally." She said in a low and trembling voice.
Richard stared at her for a while, thinking about her words.
"So you preferred to think that I was tired of you, that I loved another woman, instead of talking to me? Why did you think I never left you? Tell me Emily." He said in a growing tone.
Emily looked down and played with one of the buttons of her shirt. A new wave of tears down her cheeks.
"Don't try to avoid the answer by crying Emily. It doesn't work." He said after a long silence.
"I'm not doing it. I…. I loved you Richard. I have yet lost a daughter and I was still recovering from that. I couldn't have survived if I have lost you. That's the way I preferred to keep this story out of our relationship." She responded.
"You didn't keep this story out of our relationship. That letter worked on you. You suffered because of it and I deserved to know. To protect my wife. Do you understand this? I'm disappointed you didn't trust me enough to inform me about that letter, but most of all I'm angry that you prevented me from protecting you. You're my wife, the woman I chose to marry, to spend my life with. It wasn't fair that you judged me so horrible to write such a letter." He said and then stood up.
"I'm sorry. I'll arrange things to cancel the renewal first thing Monday morning." She whispered with a trembling voice.
He turned towards her speechless. He had wanted her to understand his feelings about the whole situation, but he hadn't expected her to change her mind about the renewal of the vows.
"What?" He said puzzled.
"I'll arrange the cancellation…." She tried to respond but he cut her off immediately.
"Are you saying that you don't want to marry me?" He asked worriedly.
"No, Richard. I want to marry you with all my heart, but you…." She responded.
"I? I what?" He insisted.
"You won't marry me anymore, so…." She said looking at her lap afraid to face him.
"I won't marry you? Are you joking, aren't you? Marry you is the thing I want more, Emily." He said walking towards her.
He knelt in front of her and put his hand under her chin, making her to face him. He looked deeply in her big brown eyes, and she lost herself in his deep blue ones. There wasn't any need of words. All the emotions they felt at the moment surfaced in their locked gazes. His hands moved towards her shoulders and then he hugged her tightly.
Emily breathed in relief against the crock of his neck and smiled when she heard him whispering in her ear.
"I love you my dear Emily, I always did. Please promise me you'll never doubt again of my love for you." He said pulling away lightly and staring at her intensely.
She was extremely touched by his words and all that she was able to do was nodding.
He shortened the distance between them and brushed his lips against hers, kissing gently her bottom lip before asking entrance into her mouth. She parted her lips willingly and invited him to enter licking his bottom lip lovingly. He pushed her down on the couch and half leaned atop of her, his chest over her breast. She let her tongue slipped inside of his mouth and battle with his. She licked it and sucked on it before moving her lips down his neck, tracing an imaginary line on his jaw with her tongue. He moaned her name in pleasure and started to undress her. She felt her desire for him growing the more he touched her body. His hands were trying to free her from her pantyhose while hers unfastened his bow tie. The moment he brushed his hands near her inner thigh she moaned aloud. That made her realized that they were in their living room and that their daughters and granddaughter were upstairs. What if one of them would have come in the room and found them making love on the couch? She moved under his body, trying to sit up, but he grabbed her upper arms and put her deeper against the little pillow. She lifted a bit but he covered her again kissing her passionately. She had a hard time to think clearly while his hands teased her through the smooth material of her pantyhose, but she managed to finally pull him away biting his neck.
"Ouch. This for what?" He asked covering the spot she had bit with his right hand.
"I tried to pull you away, but you didn't understand." She explained looking at him playfully.
"And why did you want to pull me away?" He asked confused.
He had been sure that she was enjoying his attention, but after what had happened in his car he wasn't so sure anymore.
"We can't make love here. One of the girls could come in and find us." She said standing up.
He looked at her walking around the couch and breathed in relief. She was enjoying his attention, but she simply didn't want to risk the girls saw them. He reached her next the stairs but she stopped him before he could touch her.
"Give me ten minutes before coming upstairs." She said mischievously.
He looked at her amused and nodded.
She climbed the stairs quickly while he sat back on the couch, wondering what she was thinking about.
She opened the door of their bedroom and walked straight towards the closet. Opening one drawer she took some garments on her arms and went to the bathroom. She undressed quickly and put on the new garments. Staring at her image on the mirror she smiled satisfied.
Richard climbed the stairs impatiently and then pushed the door of their bedroom open slowly.
He gasped at the sight of his wife. She was half leaned on his side of the bed, her back against his pillow. She was staring at him sensually, her lips lightly parted. Her right leg was folded, while the other one was stretched. She was wearing a black transparent night gown, her hardened nipples visible through the thin material. Over her shoulders she had put a matching black robe, the belt unfastened down her sides. Under the nightgown she wore black silky panties and black transparent stockings. He swallowed hard and locked the door behind his back. Walking towards her he couldn't help to feel his arousal growing the more she licked her bottom lip. He kicked off his shoes and socks and then leaned next to her.
Emily stared at him silently, moving her legs sensually. He kissed her hand gently before shortening the distance between them and kissing her cheek. She turned her head lightly and rested her lips on his for a tender kiss. He put her arms around her waist and kissed her more passionately, brushing his body against hers. She pushed him back on the mattress and sat atop of his belly. He smiled at the sight. The faint light of the room gave her a special aura and her smile seemed ever tender. He could see her panties half hidden by the nightgown, her legs moved barely perceptibly over his body. She bent down and started to undress him slowly. She freed him from his shirt, undershirt, pants and boxer. He moaned his name softly every time her breast grazed over his chest or more down. She kissed her way down his jaw before coming back to his neck. He grabbed her bottom and squeezed it lightly before slipping her robe down her shoulders. She grabbed the robe and put it on again, standing up from the bed. He looked at her puzzled, but she responded smiling sensually.
She walked towards the closet and then back towards the bed, wearing a pair of black high heels. She took a chair from next the closet and put his foot over it. He looked at her body moving around the chair sensually, the transparent material of her gown moving lightly up and down.
Emily finally sat on the chair, while Richard covered his naked body with the sheets. She kicked off the heels and took off the stockings slowly, stretching her legs in front of him. Then she stood up, walked around the chair again and put the robe down her shoulders, letting it fall on the soft carpet. She sat back and spread her legs apart slowly, allowing him to admire her body willingly. She freed herself from the nightgown before standing up again. Turning around the showed her back to him, the line of her spine illuminated by the light coming from the little lamp on his nightstand. He adored her back and couldn't help to smile openly at his wife. She slipped her panties off, but didn't turn immediately, giving him the time to stare at her behind.
"You're so sexy." He said, his eyes fixed on the small of her back and more down.
She finally turned around and walked towards him, reaching him under the sheets a moment later. He immediately covered her with his body, his legs between hers. She moaned softly his name feeling his lips over her chest. He kissed all around her right nipple, teasing it with his tongue, before finally covering it with his mouth. He licked her hardened nipple for a while before sucking on it gently. She caressed his shoulders slowly, unable to concentrate on something else but his mouth on her breast. He sucked on her nipple one more time before kissing the spot between her breasts. She breathed deeply and then took his face on her hands, cupping his cheeks a moment later.
"I love you." She whispered looking deeply in his blue eyes.
He couldn't help to feel excited by her statement. He knew that she loved him for sure, but hearing those words from her voice was something different.
He bent down and kissed her passionately. She responded willingly, her tongue battling with his for a long time. He caressed her sides, his right hand still on her breast. The breast he loved so much, maybe it was the part he loved more of her body, or at least of those parts that only he knew. He liked a lot all her body, but he had always had a thing for her full breast. She shifted her lower body and caressed his invitingly, knowing that she couldn't hold more. She needed him inside of her, but she couldn't ask for it. He understood her silent request and guided himself into her gently, being careful to not hurt her.
"It's not our first time, you couldn't hurt me. You never did." She whispered half out of breath looking up at him.
He smiled shyly. She knew him so well, and he loved it. He loved that she understood him without need of too words, and she felt the same. He was so romantic with her, also after near forty years of making love to her he was still careful and gentle. She liked it a lot.
He trusted deeper into her making her to moan his name in ecstasy. He moved quicker atop of her, in and out. She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, her face next to his neck. He kissed her mouth gently, then cupped her breast with his hand, the other held her back firmly. She made little circles under his body, driving him crazy every time she inverted the sense. He moaned her name in pleasure, feeling her body on fire because of their passion.
"Forgive me." She whispered against his neck.
"I've already forgiven you, my love." He reassured her before kissing her lovingly.
She felt something strong building in her stomach for the second time and couldn't help to moan aloud. He covered her mouth with his and trusted harder against her, his peak nearing. He sucked on her tongue, she pinned her fingernails on the skin of his strong back. She let go crying out his name in pleasure, his release as strong as hers while her name was in his lips.
They hugged tightly for a while, neither of them wanting to pull away. They kissed lightly, only pure love now in their mouths.
"I love you, Richard." She panted.
"I love you too, Emily." He responded.
"What about a shower?" She asked tiredly.
"What about a sneak?" He responded hungry.
"So a shower and then a sneak." She stated.
"Thank you." He said looking deeply in her eyes.
"For what?" She asked a bit confused.
"For the life you gave me, for you love, for our family. Simply for being you, my dear and tender Emily." He said excited.
She didn't know what to say. She was speechless. Bending down she kissed him with all her love.
"Thanks to you." She whispered against his mouth.
Then they took a long shower together and went downstairs for a sneak.
"So what about the organization of the renewal?" She asked sitting on his lap on the couch.
"You'll see, my dear. Don't try to corrupt me…." He responded cutting her off kissing her passionately.
TO BE CONTINUED
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