No More Words

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Even after so many chat conversations, instant messages, emails and exciting phone calls it’s still daunting to be meeting you for the first time, in real life. I’ve loved you from the moment we first talked, have desired you for so long…I cannot remember a time when there was no you, no Claire in my life. 3

Now, your plane is due to arrive here in London, England…my country and maybe yours too in the future. I am excited, so nervous I am shaky. You know what I look like, you say I am the most handsome and sexy man in the world; I know we are so perfect for each other. 4

You are so beautiful to me yet I know you don’t believe this, as you have never felt comfortable with your appearance. I’ve seen your photos, I’ve sketched you…but I cannot dwell on your beauty, knowing it is your heart that I love. Yet I do think you are very beautiful…sexy. I know you worry about your body not being good enough for me, but it is…it always will be. 5

Then there is the fact that I have never lain with a woman…that I am one of the dying breed of male virgins. Yet I am glad to have saved my love for you, only you. You are the woman I will marry, my fiancée and my best friend; you are everything to me. I know you like and respect my purity; it makes you feel more secure in that I cannot find you wanting without someone in the past to compare you with. 6

As I stand at your arrival gate, more excited than nervous, I first see your beautiful hair whipping in the wind. It is the color of dark honey, impossibly curly and long. I know you complain about it, how it is different from your mother’s and your sister’s, but also how you love it long, to caress your nakedness with. I know too that you often hide behind it, using it as a shield from the world, from prying eyes that make you uncomfortable. 7

Your height of nearly 5’8” is a little surprising. You stand above most women, and although shorter than most men, you are no diminutive thing. You are wearing tight blue jeans, they hug your long sexy legs deliciously…your black boots the perfect accompaniment. Your hips are wide; not just from childbirth but inherently yours…perfect handholds for our loving, curves so sensuous I cannot wait until you reach me. Your stomach is not flat, but healthy…rather curved a bit, probably from childbirth also. Funny, I never thought how it can change a woman’s shape. 8

The line stops abruptly and you stand still. I can see a woman next to you, talking non-stop and making you resent the intrusion into our first meeting. But knowing you Claire, you are listening intently, probably thinking the woman lonely and needing of your generous attention. Everyone wants your attention, yet you are oblivious to the qualities within your heart that draw people to you like a moth to the flame. 9

You’re wearing a soft-looking carnation pink sweater, fuzzy but slightly tight; God, tight enough to see your breasts. Your nipples are hard in the London air, their fullness absolutely mesmerizing. I lick my lips as I continue to watch you, ignoring the bustle of greeters awaiting your flight’s occupants. Unlike many a cover girl, your breasts would never be mistaken for enhancement; they are so full, but not so perky that they are unnatural. They spread to your sides some, intensifying their fullness and making me long to hold them, especially as I know just how sensitive they are. 10

Your arms appear healthy; they are not stick thin, they aren’t muscular…they are perfect for wrapping around my back as I love you…ah. 11

Your neck is slender and proportionate; lovely. Sliding my gaze to your face as the line moves inexorably forward, I am overcome. Your eyes meet mine, their blue intense yet bordering on green, confusing in their depths. They are full of merriment, but also fear; I don’t want you to be afraid. 12

Your nose is full; no aristocratic nose for you! You have your father’s nose, slightly flared at the nostrils yet cute for your face. I know you hate your nose; it is another feature that sets you apart from the other women of your family, as they have long and lean features. But, I think it’s adorable. 13

Your cheekbones are very high; they add depth to your face, making the interesting arresting. You wear little makeup and never any blush for you blush all the time. At least, that’s what you say (could it really be true)?14

Your jaw is defined, but not sharply; years of medications causing some fullness where before there was none. You hate this; these changes in appearance, but as you were never vain to begin with, it isn’t because you know you used to be prettier, rather that you want to look your best for me. Your chin is strong and perfect, well-balanced with your facial features. 15

My eyes come to rest on your lips; they are painted a light pink to match your sweater, intoxicating in their fullness. Your bottom lip is slightly fuller than the top, perfect for sucking…they are perfect, and I know you like them. You love to wear lipstick, to smile wide yet that smile only reaches your eyes when you think of me. I know this; you told me how for many years you never smiled, and when you began to smile again you were often told that your eyes, while pretty, were dead. You didn’t care for this, but now it is natural for your entire face to light up simply thinking of me. 16

The line reaches me so suddenly I find myself quite unprepared to greet you; although my bulge certainly is ready. Good thing I thought to wear a loose navy shirt, covering my hardness, my absolute want for you consuming me with ferocity. “Bother, not now!” I think to myself. I don’t want to scare you. 17

Seeing me, hefting the backpack I hadn’t noticed higher upon your shoulder, you walk swiftly to me, as quickly as the press of passengers allow. Staring at me, you trip slightly on the uneven pavement, laughing with embarrassment. I chuckle at you, but it is hard to laugh when all I want to do is hold you. 18

Walking up to me where I stand off to the side, you drop your backpack at my feet and hug me tight, your arms around my neck. “Ah God, you feel so good” I breathe into your hair, squeezing you tightly about your waist. 19

You are whispering in my ear, over and over the same thing, “Jaime…I love you, I love you…” and I groan with the pleasure of holding you in my arms at last. 20

“Claire, I love you.” 21

I lift you slightly off the ground, and you laugh. Your laughter reaches my soul, your body only intensifying my erection, and I am slightly embarrassed by it. Pressing into my groin, you tell me, “Its okay my love, we will be together soon. Besides, I almost fell on my face on the pavement when I saw you; I think you’re allowed to be excited. In fact, I am throbbing for you Jaime…so much….” 22

Pushing you away from me just a little, I look into your face and say, “Yes, Claire…you are so beautiful, so sweet.” Breathing heavily, I am suddenly buffeted by a big man who has brushed you, making me angry for a moment until I notice how we are hindering the airport’s flow of people quickly coming and going. 23

Exhaling sharply, you reach for your backpack and exclaim shyly, “Oh blusho.” 24

We laugh at this statement and move to the baggage claim area for your luggage (I secretly am hoping it isn’t too much, with the driving rain outside). Alas, it is not to be for although you aren’t a very materialistic woman, your main bag is enormously heavy. The other is smaller, and you grab it against my protests; stubborn woman! 25

Smiling, we head to the car and the charming hotel I have booked for three days, set amongst nature and out of the way of my family; they will meet you later. For now, I want you all to myself! 26

The cab ride was spent in awkward silence, both of use so intent on being alone we are quite unable to speak. But you’re smiling- that has to mean something. I’m just so glad you’re with me! Finally.27

I barely notice the surroundings of the inn as I carry our bags up two flights of stairs and to the secluded bridal suite. Located in what once must have been the attic, the entire third floor consists of the most luxuriously and comfortable suite I had ever seen. Well, I haven’t seen any before but still…it makes me pause, and I hear your breath catch at its charm. 28

“Jaime, it’s magnificent…so…it’s just so perfect,” you say with a smile. 29

“You’re perfect. Come here” I rasp, as I pull you to me for a kiss. Your lips are soft as we touch lightly at first, deepening the kiss only when you gently lick my lips. Inflamed with the longing to make you mine but wanting to go at your pace, I cup your breasts, making you moan with need. 30

“Jaime, pleaseeee…please, make me yours. Make love to me, any way you want me, slow or fast…we have eternity just please…I want you too much to wait” you plead, kissing me as you speak in that low, sexy voice I love. 31

Chuckling at your impatience, I begin to remove your sweater, inching it up slowly to reveal your pink bra. I breathe against your breast, “Yes, I want you so. But I don’t want to hurt you Claire. Love you.” 32

Purring in need, or love, or both, you rasp “You won’t Jaime; you can’t, for I am yours.” 33

You reach for my shirt, taking it off quickly. Kissing my bare chest with utter abandon, making noises that excite me I am just so hard for you, so swollen…I am overcome. 34

“Claire, I’ve never felt like this before. What…?” 35

“Sshhhh…neither have I.” 36

Taking my hand, you lead me to the bed, and I unbutton my pants as I follow your lead clumsily. Sitting down on the edge, you take off your boots, and then unbutton your jeans, standing up to slide them down your long legs. As I watch in wonder, you slide off your pink panties, completely naked. 37

“Come here, Claire” I breathe, patting the space next to me, both of us naked and completely vulnerable. You slide in next to me, lying on your back with your eyes closed, obviously a little nervous. Funny, I am nothing but excited as I think of the many nights we will have together. 38

Tilting your head towards me with a gentle grasp of your chin, I whisper “Angel, look at me.” You obey, looking at me with hunger and…something indefinable. “Claire, you are beautiful…you are just perfect for me, believe it. Let me show you, please.” 39

“Yes, show me…it’s not like I am…” 40

“Sshhhh…I love you. Now… no more words.” 41

With a muffled ‘oomph’, you cease speaking with your eyes, I with my mouth, finding other uses for my lips as I lean into you and kiss you tenderly. Moving my hand through your hair, I inhale your intoxicating fragrance; amber and something I cannot identify but what could only be your own love scent. Deciding to explore this theory, I reach for your honey, my hand reaching your curls and parting your nether lips gently. 42

Ah God…you are so wet I cannot help slipping my finger in your sugar, kissing you voraciously as I plunge into your tightness. I’ve never felt anything so powerfully tight…so soft, your wetness reaching up to fill my nostrils with your scent. Moaning into your lips, I plunge another finger into your sweetness…making you arch off the bed in ecstasy, your lips moving silently among mine as if to begging me to take you. 43

Not able to wait and wanting more than anything to feel me inside of you, to make you mine, I roll over atop you as I withdraw my fingers and position my shaft against your entrance. Watching you, I see you look deep into my eyes, telling me without words that you are ready, thrusting your hips against me. There is no question of your need. Looking into your eyes again I say loudly, “I love you Claire” plunging into your warmth and your mouth at the same time, effectively stopping your words and your sighs, allowing you no escape from my loving. 44

You push against me, meeting my every thrust with a power I never thought you’d possess, nearly making me explode until I slow down; I have to slow down. Wanting you to soar, needing to feel your spasms, I plunge deeply into you yet maintain a slower pace, matching your rhythms with my own. I can tell you are ready; your lips have stopped kissing mine, your body is tensed in anticipation as I continue to move deep within your womb. 45

Feeling your back arch under me, I release your mouth and thrust harder and deeper into your tightness, feeling your muscles clenching my length hard. So very, very intense is the feeling that I begin to slip over the precipice and join you on your cloud of ecstasy. I hear your cries as if they were coming from afar and not right next to my ear as you scream over and over. Every wave of your release sends you higher into the sky. 46

With a grunt I drench my passion into your gift, volcanic eruptions so strong…both of us sealing our love with our sighs, and our thighs. Panting heavily, we wait quite a while for our breathing to return to normal, my love for you complete but my sex already stirring for yours again. 47

“Claire…I love you so, eternally,” I breathe into your neck. 48

Laughing softly, you say quite loudly, “But Jaime…I thought there weren’t supposed to be any more words?” 49

“What? Oh, well that was then and…” 50

“Oh no, you did tell me you love me while taking me…you didn’t allow me to talk! Now, I think I must return the favor.” You push my head towards your honey, inflaming my desire into a raging inferno as again I chuckle and do your bidding.51

They were never silent in their loving again. After all, what was the point?52