Finally, we arrive at the second last step. I see Zia's reaction to her face while exiting the car. I see the red and white around her castle, even the green vines on the walls. I managed to put the flowers in those. She walks and runs and jumps at the same time like a baby. I smile and laugh so hard that my vision is more real than expected. She must be overwhelmed, at least me, right now. I feel so full and starve at the same time. The butterflies are flying around like crazy. I follow her to the porch, then she turns around, grabs my neck, pulls me down, and kisses me unexpectedly.
Fuck,
I almost lose my balance, so I immediately put my right hand on the door to support myself and hold her waist with the other hand. I kiss her back as I want it to, and I am about to suck it in. She pulls away.
"You did all these?" she asks as her eyes are sparkling,
I smile, "I have some help," I say sneakily, "Do you want to come inside the house?" I invite,
She looks at me wondering, opens the door, turns on the light, and her jaw drops. Her smile is wider and wider. "You're crazy, ha. " She walks and turns around, seeing the garden of peonies all over the place. She looks at me with eyes of happiness but full of shimmer that is about to rinse over her beautiful face. I hurriedly run to her and hold her up as she climbs up to my waist.
"What's wrong?" I ask as I hold her so tight; she puts her face on my shoulder and moves inside my neck, "My baby, What's on your mind? Tell me please," I calmly ask concerningly,
"I love it," she says in her little shivering voice. I really love it, thank you," she says again.
Oh fuck, I thought I did something wrong.
I hug her and smell her rose noir scent on her skin. "My pleasure," I say, holding her face so I can look at her eyes. I kiss her tear away. Then I put my lips gently on her cheek, slide to her lips, and kiss her again. "Do you want to go to your room?" I invite her again, not viciously but intentionally, with my eyes directly on her.
She nods,
I carry her up as we lock eyes. Our lips are apart like she doesn't want to take her eyes off me, even though it prevents her from pressing my lips.
I open the door and take her inside, using one hand to turn on one light, particularly so she can see the beauty of the sun at night that dims inside her room. As I enter the middle of her room, she finally shifts her sight to her unusual view from her room. Her gaze is wide again, and her smile is curled up happily as I want it to. She turns to me. "You're outdone of yourself," she says.
"You said you love peonies more than roses," I say, and pull her hand closer, "Happy birthday my Zia," I say,
"I love everything that comes from you," she says
"Everything?" I ask; she looks at me, confused again. Then I put her down on the edge of the bed. I reach my arm past her body and grab the red box behind her, and then I kneel to the floor and give it to her,"
"Another gift?" she's surprised. She opens the box, and her eyes are wildly amazed. I love seeing her reaction. I love seeing her happy like this. I want to make it last forever.
"Oh my god, Zygmunt," she says and pulls the gift out; it's a stocking in dark blue with an Iris flower with a river pattern. It's also a special edition that I requested. "Hahaha, god—" she chuckles. "It's beautiful…Zygmunt," then she hugs me so tight, "Thank you…for everything…dinner, night walks, flowers and this—everything," She says as she hugs me. "I don't know that I deserve all these…" she says softly,
"You deserve it." I say and hold her waist, and try to see her face again, "No one deserves more than you, my Zia," I say as I gently stroke her hair and tuck her hair behind her ear, "You deserve the entire world only if I could give you," I say,
"You actually…give me the world, Zygmunt." she leans her face closer, "Just you existing…alive…and living…breathing…with me…" she says slowly as she tries to control her tears not to come out.
Oh, my Zia,
"You're everything to me, more than just a world that orbits endlessly without knowing anything."
Her speech isn't just a love confession to a man. It's like a boundless vow that floats around us to the universe. It's more profound than a legal paper.
Even though the world has ended, we are still together.
I kiss her first this time, kissing her again and again. Words can not explain everything I feel for her; I also feel her love sincerely. "I love you, Letizia Serafinne." I say, "More than you can imagine. " I kiss her again.
Then I gently take her down on the soft sheet as I kiss her and kiss her again, and I take off her blue dress down to her waist. I'm attracted to her full, soft lips and addicted to letting go, but I'm too greedy to want to touch and feel every part of her beauty. I glide down my kiss from her lips, chin, and to her neck, sliding down to feel her collarbones, and my eyes are still locked to hers. My hands caress her body to feel every skin of her silk and milky, along with the light from the moon that shines through the curtains. I pull down her dress off her legs and lay them down beside her. I use only one hand, enough to grab her entire waist and touch her stomach. Her physical is too alluring. Her tiny and delicate have strong little muscles inside. When she moves from time to time, my touch sparks her senses. My mouth has gilded down, lower to between her chest. I kiss all over with my lips and my tongue. I look up to see her reaction, but all I see is her elegant neck, which I want to lick all over again, especially her chest that bounces softly with her pinkish nipples. Fuck, I reach out my hand to touch her boobs, gently and roughly enough so she can feel my hand. Then I lay my face down on her lower part, the place that I don't mind sleeping under every night. I kiss her part as if lips I will devour as if it is the dessert I have been waiting for. Her water is coming out little by little as I lick against her entrance and her most delicate and sensitive part. Her moan is driving me insane. I lift up her thighs so I can focus on her pussy, but every time I push my tongue inside, her body moves gracefully with her sound making me want to admire her. Then she holds my face and pulls herself away before I want to touch that crit.
She gazes at me with the sapphire eyes with my necklace; they're shining bright and elegantly together,
I gasp myself and call back to the body and slowly take off my shirt and then my trousers. She's watching me without shyness, staring at me patiently and sensually, luring me to come closer and closer. I pull out my rock-hard part as she looks at it. And I'm the shyly excited one. The nerve that plays enthusiastically inside my stomach is crazily wild. Looking at her at this moment evokes every madness in the sexual way possible. But I can't let it out all of them. She'll be scared.
My head runs wild as if she notices the scar she crafted for me two years ago. She slightly touches her work and caresses down to pull her underwear lower and closer to her. There's a side of her that I knew, and I have known her impulsive actions, both madness and darkness, but this side of her sexual desires toward me is still unknown, and I think I might find out tonight.
Fuck, I really want to find out.