A Tale of Two Lovebirds
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Isabella and Aman finally make love after being apart for a year
Isabella grabs her bag and watches the crowd move towards her. She is in
the Casablanca airport. She sees Aman finally and she stands still. She
does not know how to react; it has been a year since she last saw him.
He comes to her and throws his arms around her like the first time they
met. "I waited for you a long time." He says and takes her bag. "My
friend brought his car." He looks at her with large brown eyes and she
melts. So much has happened since they last met.
Outside the air is warm and she tries to calm herself. She thought she
would never get to come back to Casablanca.
"Bella, get inside." He opens the car door and she climbs in back. His
friend says hello. He is not the same guy who drove them around last time.
They speak in Arabic and she looks out the window. The palm trees look
lovely. She touches the back of his head with her hand and he he grabs
her hand and she giggles. They turn up the Arabic rap music and she sits
back and tries to imagine Aman's lips on hers again.
They drive some time before they pull up to a big apartment building. It
looks older than the one they stayed at last year. His friend helps them
with her luggage and Aman shakes his hand and says goodnight.
Alone they stand facing each other. For a moment nothing happens. She
wants to run into his arms and kiss him. She wants to taste his mouth
again. He smiles at her then takes her into his arms. She starts to cry
as he knew she would.
"Don't cry, Isabella." He kisses her deeply and then pulls back and
stares at the blue eyes that have haunted him.
"Aman.." She tries to say something, but he kisses her forehead.
"Let me cook something." He tells her and he digs through the fridge.
This is his apartment she realizes.
"This is your place!" She says excitedly.
"Yes, and I told my room mate to go away for a few days." He takes out
chicken and vegetables to make a tangine.
"We are alone?" She asks hugging him tightly.
"Yes, but I am afraid."He says running his fingers over her pouty pink
lips. He doesn't want to make love to her even though he longs for it
because she is still married. This thought pains his heart as it has
since the day he realized he loved her.
"Don't be afraid of me, Aman." She says and she dances in front of him
and he laughs until she is in his arms again.
"Let me cook something." He is taller than her at 5'11, she is 5'9 and
she loves that he is taller. She is touching him constantly to make sure
he is really here with her.
They eat dinner on the small couch and laugh. They feed each other and
put the dishes in the sink and go back to the couch and watch T.V. and
kiss and when it is very late Aman says they should go to bed.
"You can sleep in my room and I will sleep on the sofa." He stands up
and she follows him. He has always respected her, except for the fact
that last time they had oral sex for a few minutes.
"I want to be with you." Isabella takes his hand. "We don't have to do
anything, I just want you to hold me." She presses her head against his
chest and her runs his hands through her short black hair.
"I want this too, but you know this is a problem." He smiles and hands
her a blanket. She feels a tear roll down her flushed cheek. He wipes it
away.
Isabella lays in the bed and thinks about the fact that this is where
Aman sleeps when he is so far from her. She wonders if he dreams of her
and if he wants her. This makes her call out to him.
"What..." He runs to the room as if there is a would be killer. "Aman,
sleep here please." She pleads until he comes and lays next to her.
He cradles her in his arms until she falls asleep. When morning comes
Aman looks at her. He has never slept a whole night with a woman. He has
missed her. He had stayed away from her seven months online after she
left Casablanca. His parents had told him that they would disown him.
Isabella gets out of bed and brushes her teeth, washes her face and also
cleans up in case a miracle happens. She runs back to his room and he is
sitting up in bed with his shirt off.
"OH, look at you!" She says and rubs her hand on his chest. He is so
gorgeous. She kisses his face and he reaches out and touches her cheeks.
"Do you still love me?" He asks her innocently. He feels his heart beat
faster as she nods and kisses him deeply.
" I don't want to stop Aman." Isabella removes her night gown and Aman
is speechless. The large full breasts are uncovered. He remembers taking
one in his hand and sucking the nipple and growing hard with want last
year. She had left him and he had went into a deep depression.
"No Isabella." He hands her a blanket but she shakes her head.
"Aman, be with me." She crawls on the bed and kisses his hands. He
smiles at her and he is growing harder.
In her head she doesn't want to be the one who tries to make him want
her. She decides she will put her night gown back on.
"Why are you doing that?" He asks suddenly and he stands up. He comes
over to her and kisses her. "I'm afraid. I don't want trouble for you,
Bella." He looks sad and he hates the guilt that once again floods over
him. It is her marriage, his religion and distance that troubles their
relationship. She is here now though and those blue eyes are filling
with tears.
He takes her in his arms and kisses her. They lay on the bed and he he
tells her he loves her and that he never stopped. He enters her before
he can think of any kind of true foreplay. They have waited too long. He
moves inside her with a sweetness then an urgency. She comes over and
over and he feels extreme pleasure when he climaxes.
Holding each other they don't know anything about the future. They never
did anyway. Isabella lays her head on his chest listening to his heart
beat and so happy she is still inside that heart and that distance could
not steal those feelings.
Isabella grabs her bag and watches the crowd move towards her. She is in
the Casablanca airport. She sees Aman finally and she stands still. She
does not know how to react; it has been a year since she last saw him.
He comes to her and throws his arms around her like the first time they
met. "I waited for you a long time." He says and takes her bag. "My
friend brought his car." He looks at her with large brown eyes and she
melts. So much has happened since they last met.
Outside the air is warm and she tries to calm herself. She thought she
would never get to come back to Casablanca.
"Bella, get inside." He opens the car door and she climbs in back. His
friend says hello. He is not the same guy who drove them around last time.
They speak in Arabic and she looks out the window. The palm trees look
lovely. She touches the back of his head with her hand and he he grabs
her hand and she giggles. They turn up the Arabic rap music and she sits
back and tries to imagine Aman's lips on hers again.
They drive some time before they pull up to a big apartment building. It
looks older than the one they stayed at last year. His friend helps them
with her luggage and Aman shakes his hand and says goodnight.
Alone they stand facing each other. For a moment nothing happens. She
wants to run into his arms and kiss him. She wants to taste his mouth
again. He smiles at her then takes her into his arms. She starts to cry
as he knew she would.
"Don't cry, Isabella." He kisses her deeply and then pulls back and
stares at the blue eyes that have haunted him.
"Aman.." She tries to say something, but he kisses her forehead.
"Let me cook something." He tells her and he digs through the fridge.
This is his apartment she realizes.
"This is your place!" She says excitedly.
"Yes, and I told my room mate to go away for a few days." He takes out
chicken and vegetables to make a tangine.
"We are alone?" She asks hugging him tightly.
"Yes, but I am afraid."He says running his fingers over her pouty pink
lips. He doesn't want to make love to her even though he longs for it
because she is still married. This thought pains his heart as it has
since the day he realized he loved her.
"Don't be afraid of me, Aman." She says and she dances in front of him
and he laughs until she is in his arms again.
"Let me cook something." He is taller than her at 5'11, she is 5'9 and
she loves that he is taller. She is touching him constantly to make sure
he is really here with her.
They eat dinner on the small couch and laugh. They feed each other and
put the dishes in the sink and go back to the couch and watch T.V. and
kiss and when it is very late Aman says they should go to bed.
"You can sleep in my room and I will sleep on the sofa." He stands up
and she follows him. He has always respected her, except for the fact
that last time they had oral sex for a few minutes.
"I want to be with you." Isabella takes his hand. "We don't have to do
anything, I just want you to hold me." She presses her head against his
chest and her runs his hands through her short black hair.
"I want this too, but you know this is a problem." He smiles and hands
her a blanket. She feels a tear roll down her flushed cheek. He wipes it
away.
Isabella lays in the bed and thinks about the fact that this is where
Aman sleeps when he is so far from her. She wonders if he dreams of her
and if he wants her. This makes her call out to him.
"What..." He runs to the room as if there is a would be killer. "Aman,
sleep here please." She pleads until he comes and lays next to her.
He cradles her in his arms until she falls asleep. When morning comes
Aman looks at her. He has never slept a whole night with a woman. He has
missed her. He had stayed away from her seven months online after she
left Casablanca. His parents had told him that they would disown him.
Isabella gets out of bed and brushes her teeth, washes her face and also
cleans up in case a miracle happens. She runs back to his room and he is
sitting up in bed with his shirt off.
"OH, look at you!" She says and rubs her hand on his chest. He is so
gorgeous. She kisses his face and he reaches out and touches her cheeks.
"Do you still love me?" He asks her innocently. He feels his heart beat
faster as she nods and kisses him deeply.
" I don't want to stop Aman." Isabella removes her night gown and Aman
is speechless. The large full breasts are uncovered. He remembers taking
one in his hand and sucking the nipple and growing hard with want last
year. She had left him and he had went into a deep depression.
"No Isabella." He hands her a blanket but she shakes her head.
"Aman, be with me." She crawls on the bed and kisses his hands. He
smiles at her and he is growing harder.
In her head she doesn't want to be the one who tries to make him want
her. She decides she will put her night gown back on.
"Why are you doing that?" He asks suddenly and he stands up. He comes
over to her and kisses her. "I'm afraid. I don't want trouble for you,
Bella." He looks sad and he hates the guilt that once again floods over
him. It is her marriage, his religion and distance that troubles their
relationship. She is here now though and those blue eyes are filling
with tears.
He takes her in his arms and kisses her. They lay on the bed and he he
tells her he loves her and that he never stopped. He enters her before
he can think of any kind of true foreplay. They have waited too long. He
moves inside her with a sweetness then an urgency. She comes over and
over and he feels extreme pleasure when he climaxes.
Holding each other they don't know anything about the future. They never
did anyway. Isabella lays her head on his chest listening to his heart
beat and so happy she is still inside that heart and that distance could
not steal those feelings.
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