Chapter 32

The next morning Adrian woke me up early. I wondered about the reason. He asked me to get ready in casuals. When I was taking out my clutch from the closet he called. “We better hurry,"

"And I love your hair like this.” He commented gently slipping his fingers through the lengthy strands of my hair. “ Its... Its so soft. I missed the feel of your tendrils between my fingers.” He sighed.

“Keep it this way. You are my Aphrodite.” Lifting an eyebrow at himI silently asked if I could speak now and he grinned at me which he rarely did.

“Where are we going?” He shook his head. When I say it is a surprise, I am not going to divulge any information to you but I will only say you will love the place. Come." He took my hand taking a step forward and for a moment I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Adrain was glowing in white sneakers, white jeans and a white V-neck sweater. The cherry-red hickey I'd given him during a round of mind-numbing sex last night stood prominently on his neck. He looked so happy, young and carefree. Every bit the easygoing, good-natured guy I had fallen in love with many years ago. I love this man...

He brought me to a large open space. Was this some kind of place for parasailing or something similar? By the time we waded through the winds and got to the balloon, it was fully inflated and righted, fighting against the strains of the men. “Wow” I couldn’t stop muttering for the excitement I nourished. My husband was a very sexy and romantic person even after having two kids.

"Ready and all yours, Adrian," shouted one of the men. Adrian climbed into the huge woven basket then turned and lifted me over as the pilot pulled on the gas lever. It was so loud I could hardly hear his warnings for me to be careful. Once we were on and steady, the men released their hold and the balloon drifted up. There was no fear, surprisingly for me though I was frightened of heights. And I couldn't help the silly grin plastered on my face. Probably it was the confidence I had on my husband that I will always be safe around him.

"Is this a better surprise?" he asked. I was grinning like a kid. "I freaking’ love you!" We were soon high in ascent, and the sun's slow descent produced a peaceful tangerine sky. My heart wasn’t even beating as hard as it normally does whenever I’m up high, maybe because my husband’s arms were wrapped tight around me? I could feel his eyes hot on my face while I oohed and ahhed over the picturesque view of Napa Valley below.

Apparently, he enjoyed watching me enjoy myself. His hands drifted up to my shoulders and turned me to face him, eyes intense and brimming with love. Taking my left hand, he raised it to his lips, kissed my knuckles, and then suddenly dropped to one knee, the untamed wind tossing his hair about his face. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. What was he doing? "Chris," he began. "From the moment I first saw you I knew you were mine. I was bewitched, and the spell hasn't reversed since then and I don't want it to, even after our kids go married. I know we have already crossed that age and you are already mine since years but I want to give a new start to our relationship. I wanted to give you the fairy tale every girl desires and to make up for my past mistakes.. for our separation. I want to be your Prince Charming. Your Knight in Shining Armor. Your Romeo. I want to be your everything. Anything you desire, as long as it is in my power, it’s yours. We're adrift in the sky, closer to God's angels, and you are my angel. I want you to be mine not only physically and psychologically but eternally too. Please, be my wife, my spice, my life. Share my laughs with me, my wealth, my body, my soul and my heart. Marry me."

Midway through his proposal my face was soaked with tears, and my facial muscles hurt from my persistent grin. "Like you didn’t already know the answer," I sobbed. "Of course, yes." A monstrosity of a ring winked up at me. Platinum, with a rectangular cut diamond surrounded by emerald-green studs. I'll be damned... Adrian removed the ring from the slit in the black velvet case and slid it onto my finger. "Don't you ever take this off," he warned. "I want you to wear my love. Embrace my love. Boast my love. I want you to love my love." He rose to his feet and crushed me in his arms.

"I love you so hard." My tears ran amok, and the elation, joy and contentment I felt at that moment were incapable of a perfect description. I would forever remember this day. Forever. Like a lifesaver, I clung to him. "I love you too, Adrian. I’m yours. Only yours. Always." The loud gas of the air balloon, the pilot who stood a ways off, the unfriendly wind and its biting chill faded into stillness as Adrian and I locked ourselves into an undying embrace and allowed God's gentle breathing to float us away.

Epilogue

I was immediately admitted in the hospital no sooner Christina got to know about my failing health. I returned home after a week hale and healthy because of fortunately no complications after the surgery. As more of the branches of my company are at Sydney, Chris and Ria shifted to Australia. I admitted Ria in Liam's school, one of the top in Sydney for her to have a good education and also Liam to supervise on his younger sister.

Two years later

Adrian

The breakfast at the table was extremely silent. Chris was looking at me with questioning looks while serving me the fruit pudding and pancakes. I close my eyes and then open them after a few seconds in an indication telling her to relax. The sign language works excellent between us as Chris couldn't speak and hear for many years. Ria and Liam were sitting on opposite chairs of either sides of our huge dining table. Their heads were bent down to the plates as if the pancakes were the most intriguing thing they could ever see on earth.

Suddenly I heard a clanking of the chair in the opposite direction. "Mom, dad I am running late to my Physics lecture. I need to be in the college today before time." Ria tells me and Chris managing not to look at us. I knew at the moment, there was something fishy going on in her life.

My lips open about to speak when Liam beats me to it with another loud clang of the chair beside me. "Ria wait, I will come with you. I have a guest lecture today before the college starts." All of us knew it was a lie. My children are very intelligent but we brought them up with principles. That is why even after crossing eighteen years they still haven't got the knack to lie. "I am sorry dad and mom but I'm leaving too." Liam tells exchanging glances between me and Chris.

My wife was about to object. "Liam you haven't even finished your breakfast. You will feel hungry..." I stop my wife voicing soft while holding her lower arm before she speaks further. "Let him go Chris. He is not a baby of two that you need to watch on his diet. He will eat something in the cafeteria if he feels hungry. Don't worry." I pacify my wife with a nod in an attempt to assure her that everything will be fine.

Few minutes later...

I pull my wife between my legs, my hands resting on either sides of her waist as she combs my hair. "What do you think is going on with children?" She asks me slightly anxious. "I do not know what's going on but I'm sure whatever it is, Liam will take care of it if Ria is involved." Telling her in confidence I pull Chris to my lap for a kiss. The smooch went slow, passionate and extremely erotic bringing us to a novel world of sex.

As I wake in the middle of night for drinking water I see my daughter sitting in the dark whimpering softly in one of the corner sofas of the living room. Before I could reach her to find out about the details of the silent drama going on in our house since last two days, I hear rattling of the door knob.

I see Liam walking into the house completely battered with slit on his lips, hair ruffled and torn shirt with mud marks all over his clothes. Did he play in the sludge? I wanted to ask him but this wasn't the time for jokes. Whoever it was who did this to my son I'm going to see to it that he is going to repent for his actions. . Before I enquire Liam about the matter Ria runs into the arms of her brother and hugs him tight sobbing on to his chest.

"He will not trouble you anymore. I beat him black and blue, sent him away from this city forever." He tells Ria softly running his hands on the lazy curls of her hair. "Guys what's going on around? Is there something I need to know?" I ask the attention of my kids walking to them. Liam looks at me still holding his sister in his arms. "There is nothing serious that you need to trouble yourself dad..." He brings Ria from his chest and wipes her tears. "Daddy" Ria mewls tugging her head to the crook of my neck. I chatter on my teeth now more than angry to find out the reason behind my daughter's sorrow.

"There was a pig..." Liam spat the last word with venom. "That wanted to meddle with my sister and I taught him the lesson he would remember for life." Moments later Ria comes back to us with a first aid box in her hands. After she treats the bruises of Liam I ask him. "So son shall we celebrate your victory?" I do not wait for his reply and hand him a bottle of beer while drinking mine. "Dad" Ria whines. "Why beer is only for Liam and not for me?"

Placing the bottle on the table besides I bring my daughter to my lap. Holding her chin between my fingers I tell her. "Princess, you are my most pristine, unsullied possession, my pride and my power. Those kind of intoxicating things are not for Angels like you." Eyes as big as saucers, nose red and lips puckered out, my daughter looks more cute in her anger. I chuckle and pat on her back while hugging her to me "Sunshine your lips are made to taste chocolates and honey not whiskey and soda. Why are you so adamant to drink? I would not like to see you inebriated." Liam gets up from his chair rising up his hand in cheerfulness. "I will also vote for dad in this."

After a few drinks I and Liam walk to our bedroom. I pull Chris into my arms and whisper in her ears. "Baby I need you, now."

"Hmm" Chris turns seductively in my arms and as soon as she opened her mouth I covered it with mine. A feeling of pleasure and familiarity swamped me, and I felt my wife's body respond to the demanding pressure of my mouth. It was no tentative wooing kiss such as a new lover might give. This was the kiss of me, a man who felt he had no need for any preliminary skirmishes, the kind of kiss that was permissible and acceptable, only between established and very passionate lovers. Chris acknowledged me dizzily aiding and abetting, hooking deep into the sensual intimacy of my kiss.

I remove our clothes covering our stark naked bodies under the warmth of a blanket. Her tongue opened softly to me tasting like mint and strawberries. I plunge into her feminism with far deeper thrusts of mine much more rhythmic and filled with passion. Her juicy body was quivering, melting, yielding so obviously and so easily beneath the silent demands of my kiss.

My kiss wasn’t just a kiss I was imposing on her wretchedly vulnerable and traitorous senses. It was…it was…a seduction…a passion…a possession of breathtaking magnitude and barefaced making her to acknowledge me.

She shakily drew me even closer to her body. My hands slid down over her back, shaping the curve of her waist, her hips, cupping the soft roundness of her buttocks as I swamp her into a new world of ecstasy.

Beneath her mouth she gave me a strong moan filled with fire of lust encouraging me for more into the legacy of carnal intentions. Her body was shuddering in reaction as I responded to its awareness with an even deeper and more explicitly sensual thrusting of my tongue. Matched by the increasingly urgent movement of my lips, my groin was against the vulnerable softness of her pleasing body.

She was literally trembling helplessly from head to foot. Chris recognised her totally incapable and uncontrollable physical attraction to me. And that was just the outer sign of her growing wetness between her legs, just the tip of the iceberg I had aroused within her if iceberg was the correct term to describe a feeling that was generating so much heat.

How long is it since her body had experienced that instantly infuriating familiar throbbing ache? It was just today morning that we had a mind blowing session of love making. That wanton driving urge to press her even closer to me, to match the movement of my body with the equally sensual explicit movements of her own, to…to reach out and touch me, to press her lips against my skin, made me even more lustful for her.

To the damp hollow at the base of my throat were the tiny beads of sexually generated sweat collected. She strokes her fingertips through the soft darkness of the body hair that darkened my chest. Her eyes were twinkling now at me after earth shattering repeated orgasms yet filled with the venereal sensations wanting more of such excitements and I was glad to give her the same.

"Baby go on your knees for me now."

This is my life full of happiness peace and love with my ever loving wife, children.

The End.

Love is the greatest power in the universe. It is the force behind all other forces.

It overcomes everything and moves mountains. Love transforms negative qualities into positive

ones and turns anger into kindness. At the same time, being in love is one of the greatest

experiences possible. The entire world shines in a much brighter light when you’ve fallen in love.

Words alone can’t do this amazing feeling justice. That’s because the great difficulty about love

is that it is so difficult to put it into words.

Love makes us overcome the greatest and the most challenging obstacles. It shows us what it

means to love someone unconditionally and to care for their happiness as if it is our own. Love

may sometimes make us do things that are a little bit crazy and stupid but most of the time, love

inspires us greatly.