“Love is such a surreal feeling. How do you think does love blossom?" Chris asked Rachel, he looked at her, thrilled to understand her views as he sat down on the couch.

“Love blossoms in a passionate commitment, but it has to be nurtured and developed, even though it usually arrives in our lives unbidden, something akin to ours,” Rachel answered passionately as she dropped down on the couch next to him.

Chris gazed up at her, pure love shining in his eyes,” I agree and that's why it is more than just a powerful feeling. Without the commitment, it is mere infatuation. Without the passion, it is mere dedication. Without nurturing, even the best can wither and die.”

"Chris?" Rachel asked, snuggling into him. "Why do you love me?"

"Why do I love you?" Chris chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Why shouldn't I love you?"

"Really, Chris," Rachel sat up and looked at him. "What do you love about me? Why do you love me?"

Chris wondered how he would phrase his endless love into mere words,” Why does the sun shine? Why is the sky blue? It just is and I just do.”

“Chris, please.”

"I think I should be the one asking you that, Rachel." Chris said seriously. "You're perfect, simply made to be loved and worshipped."

"Am not…" Rachel muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat up and glared at Chris.

Chris leaned over and kissed her lips gently, "Alright, I'll tell you everything I love about you. But you’ll be here for a while. You have time right?" Chris warned.

Rachel just waved it off, not believing that there were a lot of things that Chris could name about her as she cuddled into him once more, leaning her head on his shoulder and entwining their fingers together.

Chris looked at their fingers as he said, “Let’s start out with your wonderful hair, shall we?"

He began, running his fingers through it. "I love your fiery hair. I love how it bounces up and down on your shoulders when you walk, and how it sways in time with your hips, enticing me, driving me just crazy with need. I love how it shines in the sunlight and in the moonlight perfectly, like it's on fire but it's a fire I want to reach out and touch.”

Chris twirled her strand of hair in his fingers and kissed it.

Rachel simply blushed, “And?”

"Someone loves the special attention and may I say flattery." He kissed her head softly.

"Flattery, not the truth?" Rachel glared at him once again.

Chris raised his hands in mock surrender, “Only the truth, my love.” He rested his cheek on her head and pulled her closer to him.

Chris looked deep into her eyes and paused for a moment before continuing. "I love the color of your eyes, blue. They're honestly the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I can seriously drown in their astounding depth. They are perfect just like you. I love how I feel like I can look deep into them and just know the meaning of life. And I love how you can flutter your eyelashes at me and I am almost putty in your hands.”

"Wow!" Rachel breathed.

Chris nodded. “And I love your nose,” he kissed her nose tenderly.

“It’s the perfect size nose and the perfect shape too. It’s the cutest thing I've ever seen. And your lips, oh Lord, your lips," He breathed. "I love the way you stick them out when you want to kiss me and the way our lips fit perfectly together when you do. I'd kiss them all day, every day if you'd allow me. I love the way you purse them together when you're angry, or when you stick out your bottom lip to pout when things don't go your way."

He chuckled.

"I don't do that!" Rachel argued, pursing her lips together.

"Yes you do, love." Chris laughed, leaning in and kissing her softly. "But I love it when you do. And I love your skin. It's always so smooth and silky, and it's the perfect colour, like…cream. That's it. Creamy, silky, smooth skin; it's beautiful—sexy, really. And how your cheeks turn pink when you get embarrassed, simply adorable—and I love how your arm can brush mine slightly and it drives me absolutely mad with longing. I love how you fit in my arms like you have been made for me, only me.”

Rachel blushed adoringly.

“And I love your breasts, God, do I love your breasts…" He breathed, glancing at her chest. "I love how they're just the perfect size and I can fit them in my hands to play with them."

"Chris!" Rachel laughed; blushing slightly as she playfully smacked his hand, “Be serious.”

He placed his finger under her chin, “My Rachel, I love you because every time I look at you, my heart misses a beat. You have such a beautiful mind; you're the most amazing girl I have ever met in my life; and quite simply, I didn't fall for you because you are incredibly beautiful or amazingly intelligent, I fell for you because you have no match. And I think I am the luckiest man to have you in my life.” 

“Aww, Chris,” Rachel cooed.

Chris lovingly looked at her as he placed his finger on her lips,” Shh! I am not done yet, my little bunny. You have taught me what it is to love and be loved. Your smile is enough to make a dull day seem bright as sun. Being in your arms makes me feel like I can never be lost again. I can feel your love, in the warmth of your touch, cause it touches my heart and soul. And?”

“And?” Rachel whispered, her eyes glistening with happy tears.

Chris leaned towards her till he was merely an inch away from her lips, “And because I know for a fact that you are without a doubt my true soul mate”

Rachel gasped as a tear escaped from her eyes.

Chris cupped her face in his hands and delicately kissed it away, “I love you, Rachel.”

“I love you, Chris,” Rachel sighed as she hugged him and found herself lost in his loving embrace.

They sat together, talking, laughing with each other enjoying each other’s presence embroiled in love and passion.

When suddenly, Rachel quipped, “Okay, now how about we play a game?” and she stood up to gather the required items.

“Sure. What do you need, Rachel? I will help you,” Chris volunteered as he made to stand up but Rachel held him by his shoulders and kissed him on his lips, and flicked her tongue across his lips for good measure making Chris moan and reach out to hold her by her waist, “Sit down, handsome. It’s a naughty surprise.”

Chris growled, “I love the sound of that.”

He playfully swatted Rachel’s bum as she squealed and shook her head in pure delight.

Chris sat lost in his thoughts; he loved spending time with his love. She was a pure beauty. He forgot his worries, his thoughts when he was with her.

He simply wanted to spend his time, life with her. She was marvelous and his.

He was happy to have earned her forgiveness and had promised never ever to hurt her again. He couldn’t tolerate the thought of being away from her anymore.

She was his and he was hers.

He smiled as he thought of Anna and Robert’s not so discreet way of giving them privacy. Robert had whisked Anna away for dinner with his parents who totally adored and loved her.

He chuckled as he remembered how Rachel had hurried into her room and had come out laden with a pretty bouquet made out of the flowers he had given her, for Robert’s parents.

His girl was smart and so thoughtful. Chris was glad they were in her house blissfully alone. He sighed.

Rachel came back quickly.

Chris stretched out and looked at Rachel expectantly. Rachel asked him to close his eyes swinging a blind-fold in her hands.

Chris closed his eyes and let Rachel blindfold him.

"What is the purpose of this again?" he asked, touching the smooth satin of the blindfold already loving her wickedly mischievous side. 

His girl was a constant surprise, and he loved it.

"It's to see what your taste buds are like," Rachel said laughingly loving the power she yielded. "It's a fun game. I will put something in your mouth and you have to guess what it is. Let your lips pick which one is the best."

“I only like one thing real close to my lips,” Chris smirked.

“Oh yes, and what is that?” Rachel asked as she smiled and playfully rolled her eyes already knowing his reply.

Chris took off his blindfold grabbed her waist and pulled her on his lap. He leaned forward and whispered, “Your tantalizing lips.”

 With that he kissed her passionately and ardently, making Rachel forget all about the game.

Her mind went completely blank.

She knew, could understand only one thing and that was him- her Chris.

“Chris, we were supposed to play the game,” Rachel pouted, Chris found her antics endearing.

He ran his fingers around her lips and kissed her pouting mouth,” Let’s start, my girl.”

Rachel tied the blind-fold securely in place again.

"Fine," Rachel said. "So, what's the first one?"

Pitted surface against his lips. He opened his mouth and bit into it. Tart and sweet at the same time, reminded him of a strawberry.

"Strawberry?"

"Correct! Here's the next one."

Smooth, outer shell.  He bit into it. A very familiar taste, with another hint of something tempting, but sweet.

"Um...chocolate."

"With what filling?"

He bit into it again and let the flavor roll around in his mouth. "Um...caramel? No, that's not my answer. Caramel is too sticky. Let me think..."

A puffy white object appeared in his mind. "A marshmallow! Is it a marshmallow? I mean, marshmallow filling."

"How are you getting these correct?" Rachel asked surprised."Okay. There's one more."

"I better get this one correct. Then, I will truly impress you," Chris laughed.

Something warm and soft grazed his mouth. It made his senses stand out, his entire body quivered as excitement clouded his mind.

Rachel's lips.

He let him kiss her, loving her openness, he was happy to see that she was being so very comfortable around him and then, when he pulled away, he grinned, "I think I liked the last one best."

"So did I."

Rachel pulled off his blindfold and smiled up at Chris.

"Is it my turn now, Miss?"

"I guess," she said reluctantly and swept her hair back into a ponytail. Chris watched her for a moment with a smirk playing on his face.

"You might want to do up another button on that blouse," he smiled as he added, “Not that I mind.”

Her eyes dropped to her exposed décolletage. "Chris!" she said severely as she straightened up in her chair and with one hand fastened the remaining buttons of her shirt.

"What?" he raised his hands. "You should be happy; I'm guarding your modesty."

"Yeah, but not before having an eyeful," Rachel scorned and crossed her arms.

He smiled.

His finger moved towards her now exposed cleavage, “Wonderful. The most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” he said his voice husky with deep need.

The words came like a warm breeze across the nape of her neck and a flush of blood flowed across her breasts, hardening the nipples.

He pulled her over to his lap, she squeaked as she tumbled onto him rather gracefully. He kissed her head, her eyes, her cheeks, and her cute nose.

Chris was dying in desire. He flicked his tongue and moved them erotically over Rachel’s basking in her pleasurable moans. Rachel shut her eyes as pure craving erupted in her body, filling it with enchanting feelings. He sucked at her pulsing point and bit down slightly. Rachel sighed as heavely vibrations filled her entire being. 

He kissed across her collar bone, his kisses traveled lower, across the top of her chest, moving down her alluring cleavage.

He looked at her as if asking for permission to continue. Rachel simply nodded her head, too lost in his sensual biddings.

Chris's fingers fought their way towards her delectable mounds. He traced a sensuous path down the smooth path between her breasts, as Rachel moaned appreciatively. 

She was truly enjoying the torture inflicted by his fingers. She grasped his arm and urged for more. 

He looked at her and found her eyes glazed with lust. Chris moaned. His tongue and lips circled around her chest, lavishing utmost importance and attention, gradually getting closer to the red buds at the center, making her shiver in sweet anticipation.

Her breath caught and her hand came up to his head as his lips found her nipples, his delicious tongue circling, licking, sucking; one then the other over her bra, the material providing it potent friction that simply caused her arousal to heighten.

She trembled and exploded with pleasure as she dug her nails in to Chris’s shoulders, arching her back, their moans coming out in a sweet symphony.

She pulled him back up to her, their lips meeting again. The game forgotten, they were lost in their delicious kisses, no longer in tune with the world.

……

As Chris got up to leave, Rachel grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down onto the couch next to her.

"I have to go, you know, my little bunny" Chris told her, with a smile and kissed her forehead.

"But I'll be so lonely," Rachel protested.

"Rachel," he reprimanded her playfully. "It's not for long."

"Any time away from you is too long. Not long? When so we meet next," Rachel insisted.

."I would have stayed with you if it wouldn’t have been scandalous. Oh! Tomorrow, be ready at sharp seven in the evening,” he said taking her hand in his. 

“Tomorrow? Where are we going tomorrow?”

He looked at her straight in her eyes and kissed her palm, “To meet my parents.”

……………….