train of love (7)

After a three-hour flight, the plane had landed safely in Venice airport. The journey went exactly as planned. However, on the last evening of their journey, something unusual happened. They were having their dinner in Antico Martini, a top-class romantic restaurant. When they had finished eating, she flicked her hair out of her face and said,

“I think it’s time for dessert, love! Ha, tell me what kinds of dessert you would like to eat?” She smiled warmly. Sam rolled his blue eyes,
“Well, this depends on what you’re going to suggest?” he asked, turning the attention back to her. “Ok, what about strawberry ice-cream?” She flashed him another look, winking at him. Seeming not to have heard, he took her hands softly and felt himself momentarily fixed in her strong gaze,
“What if I want something different?” As Sam spoke those words, a smug smile crossed Sumer's lips, apparently reading his thoughts. So her emotions flickered across her features as Sam saw the confusion on her face.
“I think it would better to choose something from the catalogue” She wondered if he could have studied the signs of her fervent feelings. Then, Sam approached her pretty face gently, letting his fingers trail across her cheeks,
“Sweetie, I’d prefer to have our desserts on the bed over there!” He glanced at her with his shiny eyes. Now, Sumer was too overwhelmed by a sensation that wrapped around her. Her own heart sank; her body grew very hot despite the cold weather in late December. Suddenly, she unconsciously jumped up; hand-in-hand, running toward the hotel.

In the San Marco Palace hotel, inside their room, they lay on the bed, they were both naked and were exploring each other’s bodies and he allowed his fingers to trail across her breast. Her breathing quickened when he moved his hand down along her hips and thighs. Pushing against her again he felt the pressure of her hips responding. He reached round and filled his hands with her breasts, smooth and soft. The girl stretched, threw an arm drowsily across the pillow. One last time to be sure, he whispered, “Hey, baby, what’s your favourite position?” Then, he slid over her, lying between her cold legs. She responded by pulling him tight against her and this time she sighed,
“Ah, please, again, again . . . lovely!” Not long after, she screamed when he entered her and wrapped her legs around his back.