"Te amo, Clara, mi reina, mi vida, mi esposea hermosa!" The words escaped her lover's lips and brought a sunshine of smiles within Clara's heart. He had just told her that he loved her, promised to cherish her and adore her for the rest of his life, before proposing to her with the jade coloured ring that was around her left ring finger. Hearing those words brought a thousand butterflies within her belly, so much so that she could have fallen with excitement. Luckily, Bernardo would hold on to her with his strong but loving arms and never let her go.
She was now straddling him, with her legs around his waist, feeling him redden as his erection stiffened underneath his trousers, but he didn't let her fall. Clara couldn't deny that she wanted him, wanted him to lay with her now. To be honest, she had wanted his naked body inside her when they had first shared a bed together four months ago. Bernardo was surely a keeper- he had stroked her scar on her belly and reminded her of how beautiful she was. But she wanted the first time they made love to be special, to not lead to passion that was bound to burn out like in so many cases today.
When she had asked Bernardo to wait and told him this, she was really worried about him thinking her a tease and him being denied to frustration. As a matter of fact, he had always been respectful, he never nagged her, never despised her or sought the flesh of another woman. Even now he had taken so much trouble to arrange this picnic dinner for her and still offered to spend the night chastely with her. There was no doubt in her mind that he adored her, respected her, would treat her right and would never forsake her. She had loved him for a long time, but their paths had separated them, only for destiny to bring them back together- all that was five months ago.
She was now feeling a tingling sensation in her heart, her breasts, her belly and her lady parts. Oh God, she was even blushing!
Clara steadied herself and edged her lips dangerously close to Bernardo's. ''Yo te amo tambien, mi cariño," she whimpered.
That did it. Bernardo kissed her lips four times, each slightly more passionate than the other, his tongue edging ever so slightly inside. Clara gripped him tighter and kissed back eagerly.
Bernardo pulled back, stroked her hair before kissing her cheek, he then nibbled her ear, making her giggle. His lips left a trail of kisses to her neck, which he savoured with passion.
Clara let out a gasp of numbing delight, her arms tremored with pleasure, her nipples hardened under her spaghetti strap maxi dress and her legs began turning to jelly; she could not hold them around him anymore! Luckily, Bernardo anticipated that and held her tighter- one arm on her back and the other on her bum. She melted into him with a whimper.
With one hand he caressed her back, with the other her arm- tickling from her shoulder to her delicate foreram. He did all this while showering her neck with his hot kisses. Bernardo moved down her chest, pausing over the marble stone necklace that he had made for her, engraving the letters CS, her initials, on its surface. He nuzzled into her breasts and hugged her to him. He knew that her bust was pretty small compared to most women, only a B-cup 36", but he didn't care- she was perfect in his eyes.
His heart raced with excitement, but his reserves held him back. He really wanted her, every bit of her, but he looked up at her with wide eyes. He needed to be sure that she was OK with this.
Clara giggled nervously and held on to the back of his hair, pulling him towards her and implying her permission.
Bernardo beamed and kissed her bosoms through her dress, making sure to blow through at the point of her nipples. Clara squealed in delight and threw her head back, feeling wetness at the mouth of her kitty. But the hot air on her nipples wasn't enough anymore, so she reached to unfasten her right strap. Bernardo smiled and slipped off her left one.
Slowly and sultrily, Clara stepped back, pulling her dress down like a curtain and letting it drop with a dramatic flourish.
Bernardo's breath was literally taken away. This was the first time that he had seen his sweetheart semi naked. Her skin was pale like snow, her bosoms were covered by a baby blue coloured strapless bra. Her panties were tight and of the same colour. There was a red scar that carved itself on her belly, where she had been burnt by a savage. Bernardo remembered how shy she had been to show him, and he was filled with a sense of protective fury at the man who had hurt her so. She also had a few red moles- one on her lower back, one on her upper back and the third in line with her diaphram under her right breast. Far from detracting from her beauty, these blemishes proved to Bernardo that this girl was a fighter and survivor.
"You are completely and utterly gorgeous!" Bernardo declared.
Clara blushed. "Thank you. You're not bad yourself." A cheeky grin emerged on her face. "You, my love, are also overdressed. Come on, pop your kit off."
Bernardo smiled, slipping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes remained on Clara as he slowly unbuckled the belt and pulled it out.
Clara couldn't take the anticipation, she had propped herself down on the divan bed to enjoy the view. But now she hurried over to help him pull the undershirt over his arms and he was shirtless. She loved his olive complexion and eyed his chest and dark nipples greedily. There were residues of some white scars on his toned pectorals and side, but only on his left side. His abdominals were not as toned but there was definitely something below the flesh. She eyed him curiously, yet shyly and ran his fingers along his shoulders and chest. Bernardo's hands found hers and gently guided them to his nipples, before taking them to his sides and returning to his shoulders.
Clara's lips went straight to his shoulder where she kissed his scar, her wide eyes watching him sigh in ecstasy. His sigh turned to a chuckle as her mouth enveloped around his left nipple, and her tongue flicked over it.
"Clara!" Bernardo said hoarsely. His hands found the back of her head, stroking her earlobes and neck. "Look up at me."
She complied willingly, her milk chocolate eyes teasing him sultrily. How could someone seemingly angelic and innocent become so devilish? he thought. Supposedly in the same way as a chaste and chivalrous man can become ardent in bed.
Without a word, Bernardo pulled her back, his nipple red and thick with her saliva. Clara had no chance to protest as he quickly kissed her lips. His lips caressed her chin and he nibbled down to her bosoms. He licked her right nipple under the bra, causing her to moan and tilt her head back. Bernardo embraced her and unclasped the back of her bra before resuming his sucking of her other nipple.
Clara gave a soft cry and held his hair tightly. Her kitty was very moist now. His hot breath on her nipples brought squeal after squeal of delight, but there was something in the way, something she desperately wanted to discard.
She giggled as Bernardo's hands lightly spanked her buttocks, protected only by her panties. He heaved her up and on to the divan, laying her down. Clara realised at this point that her bosoms were fully exposed, and her nipples hardened at the sudden chill. She had never felt so naked and exposed, yet so trusting. Because she did, she trusted Bernardo with her life, her soul and her body.
