Chapter  23 

Love in the Air 

Amor POV 

She was orchestrating the whole musical that was coming from our heartbeat to her hand movements, ending with our breathing. Unknowing, the atmosphere outside the car was silent, or at least that was what seemed to me as I was losing the connection with gravity, as she was elevating me to another realm.

Suddenly, the chauffeur's voice boomed through the loudspeaker: "We are stuck in traffic, Sir. I will try to find another way around to the main office.”

She stopped right away, bringing me back to the real world and a red color painted her skin. 

When I think she can't get more beautiful, here she is astonishing me with her innocence. How fast she changed from her authority to a shy woman. 

From the situation, I understood that what I was allowing to happen was wrong.

She isn't my mistress, but my wife, my pride. Doing it inside a moving car in broad daylight is something stupid and dangerous. What if an accident occurs and she is found naked, or we will be caught red-handed by anyone.

"Wrong, Amor Agustín!" I criticize myself as I put my belt on and she helps me with the zipper.

I took my phone and checked the location.

"Send us to the Imperial Hotel," I ordered as she was putting on her heels, but I stopped her as I put down the phone.

"No need for them, I will carry you to finish what you started here." I pinched her nose as I put her again over my thighs. She wraps herself against my body, giving my heart the relaxation it needs. She has become so tiny recently that she fits on me like a child of five years old.

The car stopped and I got out first, then I carried her in my arms. I have a permanent suite in this hotel as an alternative place for me to crash whenever I don't want to go home.

We have been here for an escapade and here we are again to fulfill the basic needs of two humans who are yearning to be skin to skin.

I carry her effortlessly in the lift that is only for our suite. My steps quicken as soon as the lift doors open to reach the bed.

I lay her down on the bed, and she lets out a moan at the comfort of having a fluffy mattress beneath her body. A moan that turns into a giggle as she looks at me amazed.

"Show me how much you need me, Sarahi?" I asked, but I know it sounded more like a plea because only she can give me heaven after the hell I put myself through a week ago.

She gulped, mustering up courage, and then she captured my lips in a ravishing kiss.

"We pretend to still be in the car, because I wanted to do it inside as we were caught in traffic," she spoke, staring at me as I sat down on the couch resembling the car seat.

"I can't compromise your safety and your dignity, Sarahi. We will do it inside the car, but on another occasion. I promise."

As I gave my word, she closed the curtain, giving a shade of darkness inside the room but left the window open so we could hear the outside world buzzing. Come to me, crossing legs side to side, open the belt, unzipped my fly, and slid her hand under the brief. I never allowed any woman to have this intimacy with me. But she has my heart in her hand and my gadget is at her disposal for her pleasure.

"May I?" I asked for permission to touch the hem of her skirt, as if giving a hand in her music. "Yes, do your best," she said, biting her lower lip before hungrily taking mine. My hands skimmed under her skirt, exploring her skin inch by inch. Her breath fanned on my lips. Her fingers slowed the rhythm as my fingers crossed the barrier of her lacy fabric, getting drenched. I groaned in anticipation as I felt her so responsive to my slightest touch.

Outside, the horns of the car and bus started buzzing. Somewhere in the distance, the whistle of traffic police trying to put order in chaos could be heard. A fireman siren was on the run and soon was chased by an ambulance and police siren. All these noises were left behind as the temptress in front of me left my lips. She let me ready and started to remove my jacket, freeing me from my tie. She unbuttoned my camise and I wasn't able to remove my hands from her honey spot, as it was impossible with all my being to let her.

She took off her floral dress, revealing her chest and those fluffy globes that bounced when she wiggled after I poked a digit inside her honey spot. I could see through the lacy fabric that matched her underwear. Her pezones had perked up and, as if she could read my mind, she removed her bra and placed it on the dashboard behind me. Her blossom hit my nose, and that was my last restraint.

I replaced my digit with my member as her hands clamped behind my head, burying my face inside her chest.

I didn't care that I was losing oxygen, as my air became filled with her lavender fragrance.

I keep pushing her up and down, groping her ars that feels smaller, and her flat belly seems to have lost size. I had memorized her body size and she has lost weight this week. I hope she hasn't done it for the defile.

But I can't continue my thoughts as she feels so good. Her skin is burning my skin and I am buried inside her chest. She is my Goddess. I am not a believer, I stopped going to church after the moment I lost my first love, my mom, but for her I got on my knees. I will pray each day to give me her grace as she wakes by my side, I will beg like I did today to give me heaven because she is everything I ever wanted in my life.

I never thought to be a romantic head and here I am talking like a man who has read romance his entire life.

I was still buried in her chest as I plugged in and out of her feminine part. Something felt odd when suddenly she released my head, isn't in her to lose power so fast. Last time had kept my face buried for a good half hour. I could breathe cooler air as I felt her finger deep in my hair caressing my scalp. I took the advantage and plump in her left nipple sucking delightfully to my heart's content. First, I felt my hair pulled away but she freed them and slid her hand over my shoulder. I peeked through my eyelashes at her sexy face, the way her lips make the "O" is adorable. Her hips started to move in accordance with my push up and down. I released her left perky with a pop and she replaced it with the other one. This time I looked into her eyes and she looked back, hanging on my shoulder.

I openly challenge her to maintain eye contact with her perky inside my mouth, sucking softly when I sense her muscles stiffen around her belly, and I was about to burst inside of her tight channel that in a week has become tighter. When I knew we were ready to leave the earth and intertwine our souls in the ashes of the universe, I let go of her nipple and took hold of her lips. It was just a split of a moment when our souls became one in celestial heaven.

Regaining our bodies, I felt tears wetting my cheeks. “Amor, you are crying!” She perceived as her dainty fingers pat removed them. Indeed, I was crying after the ethereal moment I experienced. I couldn't hide my emotions. She was there looking heavenly, messy, and sweaty. I had missed her body, her being, this connection with her. I was fearing I would lose her. This moment proved that my heart has fallen for her. She really is a machine, but not a baby machine anymore.

She is my… I couldn't finish my sentence as she kissed me wholeheartedly, taking my mind away. She continues until I devour sweetly her innocence.

"Please don't make me do this to us again. It's really painful to stay away from you in any kind of way.

"I can't promise anything, but I promise that the reconnection will be better than this. I never thought that makeup could feel like this."

"Have you never done it before?" She genuinely asked as I reluctantly removed my member, which is still semi-hard, from her sweet spot. Immediately, I put it under the brief and she looks at me with those half-shut doe eyes while standing on my right side of the seat.

"Only you have passed the trial over one month and with what I am feeling for you, you have permission to be the only one in my heart until I die." I swiftly moved her body over my lap after I zipped and put on my belt.

In the drawer on the left of the couch, I fetched some wet towels that hold her favorite fragrance.

I cleaned her as she made a flower pattern on my chest with her finger movements. I grabbed her bra behind my head and helped her wear it, as I helped her remove her panties that went directly into the inner secret pocket of my jacket that was still on. I gave her a hand in wearing the floral dress. And she caught her hair in a ponytail with the string in her hand that she always held to tie her hair.

"It's time to get back to work, Amor. I just found some underwear as you have been collecting my dirty ones." She moved from my lap in search of her inner when I spotted our mixed juices on my black pants. Unworldly, I laughed as I tried to clean it, but regardless, the stain wasn't going anywhere.

"Wear these new pants because as you think about my dignity, I need to think about your image too. And no husband of mine would be taunted in public for his looks."

I quickly changed, feeling proud to have a caring woman by my side. She was waiting at the lift gate for me to carry her again, a duty that I do with pleasure.

The car was there at the entrance. I would want to spend the whole day in that room but as soon as this obstacle is overcome, I will do it.

For the rest of the drive, I held her in my arms. Somehow, she was overtired and sleepy. 

I looked at her, mesmerized, lost in her innocence and sweetness. 

I wonder if she only ate dessert all her life and I will definitely ask her mom because I have never seen a woman like her.

I can't lose her or I lose my mind, my heart, and my soul.

With these thoughts, I hide her in my chest deeply, where my heart belongs to her.