Carina POV
You lie on top of me and you start kissing my neck. My hand goes through your hair, drawing you even more to me. I love the fact that you keep them short, I can't explain why, but I find them so exciting. My body moves beneath you, the contact between our shapes accelerates the beating of my heart while my breath immediately becomes shorter. I realize I can't feel you completely, and right now I hate with all my heart that we aren't both already completely undressed.
My mind is focused on that detail… I think we'll have to fix it as soon as possible. You seem to read my mind when, with a clever move, you unhook my bra and take it off me. Your eager hands rush on my breasts, giving me shivers of pleasure, making me moan already. Your mouth goes down on me, but I won't stand for it, not this time. You're skilled at calling the shots, Captain, but tonight I want to be the one to do it... to make you mine.
With a quick and skillful move I overturn our positions, your face fills with a pleasantly surprised and excited smile. My hands slip right between you and the mattress, while I don't stop kissing you for a second, and I find your bra hook, finally removing this obstacle between us. I'm so eager that I throw it off, maybe with a little too much force as I hear it bouncing against the wall before falling to the ground.
You heard this noise too, and when you turn around and see it on the floor, realizing what had happened, you burst out laughing. I can't help but do the same.
"Don't make fun of me," I whisper, a little embarrassed by the vehemence of my gesture. "Ahahah I'm not... it's just that you're so damn sexy in everything you do, Carina... I..."
For a moment you freeze, stay like that with that serene, sincere smile of yours, and look at me that way, that very special way that I think I couldn't live without. Then your expression becomes slightly more serious, but no less serene.
"I love you, Carina"
You say these words to me, with such calmness, not a single shadow of uncertainty, and a happiness in your eyes that I don't think I've ever seen... it's a perfect combination. You don't say I love you very often, much less in this way, as a totally stand-alone sentence, and I know how saying it for you every time has exactly the same important weight and meaning.
I answer you with a kiss, not because I'm afraid to say those same words, but because you might think mine is a due response, a sort of conditioned reflex. Instead, by placing my lips on yours, I'm sure I can get straight to your heart the message that I have the same important feeling for you. Exactly the same way, exactly the same intensity.
It doesn't take long, though, before the desire comes back on again, if it had ever been ashore, and the passion starts to flare up like a fire between our bodies, which seem to be highly combustible now. Your strong hands slip down my hips, until you reach the elastic of my underwear, and your fingers start to slide the fabric down, very slowly, almost as if you wanted to go unnoticed. I lie next to you long enough to take them off, and you do the same with what's left of your underwear. I hold the sheets at the foot of the bed, which as often happens we have left all day unmade.
Actually you're really meticulous with your housekeeping, but you're getting a habit of not making the bed from me. It makes me a little proud to have passed on this little innocent bad habit to you. I slide the blanket up, along our bodies, as if to wrap us in an embrace, warm and intimate, before I go back to lying on top of you. I feel you now, feel every inch of your skin, your body so in contact with mine, and I feel complete, as if I don't need anything else in the world but... you.
There is no feeling in the world that overwhelms me more than this one: being here, making love to you, being loved completely. Because that's the way you love me, completely. I hold you close to me... my hands explore every inch of your skin, so soft, so warm, caressing it, conquering it. I feel every movement of your body, I go along with it, I let myself get intoxicated. When my hand touches your most sensitive point, you arch your back as the back of your head sinks deeper into the pillow.
My gaze watches you carefully, I see you close your eyes, let yourself go totally: I think I have never seen something so wonderful. Hearing you sigh like this drives me crazy, and knowing that I'm the one bringing you this pleasure pushes me to give myself to you even more. Your hand comes down, desperately trying to relieve my desire for you, and as it reaches my center I feel my heart almost spurt out of my chest. The cadences of our thrusts become one and so do our crazed hearts beginning to beat to the same insane rhythm.
And the sensations become more intense, everything seems more vivid, my senses seem to transmit to my brain previously neglected, secondary perceptions. My free hand grips the pillow tightly, sinking my fingers not far from your head, and this is how I notice your eyes are looking at me intensely. I can sense your breath getting shorter, but it's from them that I know how close you are to the climax.
I think you're about to tell me something, when your mouth opens a little wider... you can't say anything, your words are drowned out by a moan. This seems to rouse me from my thoughts, and like a wave sweeping over me I feel that I too am close...very close. I'm losing control, you're making me lose control!
I look at you, intensely, and in my mind a single thought resonates like a phrase shouted at the top of my lungs before being rocked by echoes that continue to carry that message to the farthest corners. And when the passion reaches its peak, it all seems so perfect. A smile lights up your face and even I can't hold it back, and besides, I don't even have any reason to.
I lie down next to you, staring at the ceiling as I try to calm down my breath. I can feel your gaze on me, and I don't know why I'm embarrassed right now. As a reflex, I pull up the sheets to cover myself before I turn my face towards you.
"What's the matter? Are you cold?" you ask me. I take your hand, and as I turn to the other side, I draw you to me, so I can feel your body against my back.
"No... voglio solo che mi stringi"
"Does it mean hug me ?"
"Yeah…"
My whispered reply sounds like a sweet request, which you are happy to fulfill. You leave tender kisses on my shoulder, and with your arms you surround me, making me feel at home. So much so that I can't help but tell you.
"Maya, ti amo… you are wonderful, incredible and… you are my home"
"I will always be there for you, Carina..." you say tenderly and yet firmly, confidently.
"...your safe haven during storms"
You whisper softly before falling asleep. And it chills my blood for a second to think how similar this metaphor is to one used by someone I used to know.
