... ... ... THROUGH FLESH TWO SOULS TOUCH AND INTERLACE ... ... ...
"If she's so perfect, then marry her!"
"And I will," aloud and so affirming, surprisingly for himself, for his resentful ex-wife, for their kids - those almost cheered - ears into the quarrel in another room.
No more arguments. Hell with that! He came to his old 'bachelor and divorced dad' apartment to clear the air and make his point after the previous day Laura wrecked a 'family' gathering at his new home while not invited, and so, at this exploding vis-a-vis moment he surely did. Thus, leaving with the sense of accomplishment and returning to the lovely woman he's eager to go through life together, hand in hand.
Yep, delusioned or not, but he was revealed to truly feeling that exact way, despite his past experience to end so ugly, presently not freaking out at that serious future possibility, but determined... to reconnoiter the ground. And whether they advanced too fast, let it be, but each step natural and mutual.
A fucking romantic to repeat the history? No. A forward, confident and forthright, a man get to be with his woman for his own good and to stimulate the same sentiments in her. That was upstanding and working mode for him. That's why no matter how much it would please him to hear her declaration, but he was the first to intimately announce it already a short time ago, and not taking those words back. Even though, she responded in unexpected manner, what led him, strangely enthusiastically, to move his stuff and call her place theirs. Now he had a potential proposal... wanted and real, not for undercover. And if asked, he'd give all the reasoning, but, hell, love doesn't seek for that...
Well, he still clearly remembered an adult conversation earlier with Eva about sex... how it's important to know you do that with the right person, the one you trust and have genuine feelings for, but not just for fun or probing. That concerned teenagers, like his daughter was, and grown-ups either as he. The deeper and longer explication he gave then, not easy at all but pretty entertaining, while in between silently gained another notable clue, away from extreme circumstances, regarding his own affections.
And later, as if out of nowhere, all those obvious salacious looks at his lady from other men stroke his attention, mostly at Molly's, but at the police station too. Actually, to spell it out, from the begging he even suspected Adam to have a thing for her, so annoying, in relation to the girl, his colleague was. But, saved Ruzek's ass, as merely aka competitive 'siblinghood drama' the two pulled. Nonetheless, for the rest, ignoring the fact of his hands keenly around her, she was a dreamy catch. That ignited in Antonio slight covert enmity towards those males and stronger open desire for her. The last he engaged her with as soon as they were alone again, since no restrictions left and no permission required. Invading, thrusting, enslaving them both to the pleasure of each other, bodies, hearts and souls stripped off of any hindrance.
No, not wildly seizing letch it was or insecurity to drive out of his system, but simple need of her tight around him, him full inside her in whatever context. Even during a whole week walking naked on secluded paradise seashore where they would spend a very postponed honeymoon, and he'd still crave for her just as, non-stop, to execute it multiply, pausing only for recovering, a bit of sleep, a bit of meal. As if that wasn't their everyday treat before or after work at least once, but rather twice... or triply... Well, apprehending to limit appetites with time? Maybe. But not to zero within 24 hours.
"Why never saw you on that treadmill?" cuddling with her in bare skin on the sofa, which endured as many debauchery as their bed, on the dark screen of a TV-panel he caught the reflection of the named device, standing behind in the corner the same useless and dusty as the one he hung on the wall.
"Oh, that was my thirty minutes routine on a daily basis... but then I was blessed with you... and sex... what is immensely better than any sport," so blatantly enticing to force them without delay to indulge in that orgasmic enjoyment afresh.
And, undeniably, he was in positive agreement with that heaven-like exercising as prioritized. Boxing not going anywhere, while she to be treasured and made love to 'till breathless and worn out, satisfied and filled with his semen. Like there ain't no tomorrow.
But to underline the truth again, he was appealed that much and ceaselessly not by her delicious physics or her inner flame and hunger for him - such things could be found around many for one-night stand. Also not by her remarkable brain and friendly wisdom - what's more rare to meet. But by her substantial all-pervading tenderness one can't fake. One can never produce it without love, awoke and anchored. Period.
So, with no words to express in sound, it's highly transparent to him. From the outset of their relations she confessed her devotion, manifestly and countlessly, with every glance, with every touch, with every kiss - all the proofs to relish and reciprocate. That's why, yes, drawing those, insatiably and brazenly, happily enveloped in sinful fondness... 'till dying day.