Ramji sits up and pulls Laila into his lap, impaling her with his hardness. She moans and wraps her arms around Ramjis neck as he begins to move slowly inside her. Their lovemaking was so tender, the emotion of it overwhelms Laila and afterward two tears slip silently down her cheeks.
Ramji wipes them away and tips her chin to gaze in her eyes.
“Was I that hard on you?”
Laila smiles and swats at him. “Nooo... that good...” Her expression turns serious as she returns his gaze. “Ramji... I....”
His finger traces the outline of her lips, her chin. “You are so beautiful, your eyes turn to gold in the firelight. Have you ever seen a morning meadow, when the sun first rises and the dew and the light gives everything a magical golden sheen?”
Laila slowly nods her head.
“It is something precious, something few take the time to notice or appreciate. It is one of my loves.” Ramji runs a hand through Lailas tangled tresses, pushing her hair back off her face.
“You are another.”
It took a few seconds for his words to sink in. Then Laila smiled. “Oh Ramji. I love you too. I wanted to tell you, but I didnt know how or if I should...”
“I know, I can tell. You are so lovely, a jewel tossed among the gravel. You are what I have been dreaming of, waiting for. Never doubt my feelings for you Laila.”
“I wont.” Laila buries her face in Ramjis shoulder, content in his arms in front of the fire.
Ramji lifts her head and kisses her passionately. Moving from her lips to her throat he leaves trails of fire on her skin. “Should we open the wine?”
His lips move over her chest and close to a firm pink nipple. Laila sighs with pleasure. “No, the wine can wait til later...”
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