3.35 I like our toes
Beryl sighed happily. She didn't want to be anywhere else in the world at the moment. With Tony's arms around her and his muscles pressed against her back she felt happier than in ages.
"Can we stay like this forever?" she said. "I just want to lie here and watch our toes. I like our toes. And the rest of our bodies too. We are so pretty together, don't you think?"
Tony didn't say anything, but she could feel his lips spreading in a smile as his face was buried in her hair.
"Don't you have anything to say?" she teased him. In fact she yearned to hear his voice again.
Tony didn't say anything, but she could feel his lips spreading in a smile as his face was buried in her hair.
"Don't you have anything to say?" she teased him. In fact she yearned to hear his voice again.
"What would you like to hear, love?" he said and Beryl quivered with delight as his voice tickled something within her and his breath warmed her naked shoulder.
"I don't know. Tell me something nice."
"You have taken my breath away again. What else is there to say?"
"Tell me you love me."
"Aren't these hands doing good enough job to convince you of my feelings?" he said and his fingers gently traced the lace of her bra. Beryl sighed blissfully and shifted to allow his hand a better access.
"Tell me not to marry Ronan."
His hand stopped caressing her for a moment and she heard him hold his breath before he said, "Don't marry Ronan, Beryl." The hand resumed its work.
"Tell me to run away with you."
"Run away with me, Beryl." The hand gently worked its way down to her stomach.
Then Beryl sat upright feeling upset all of a sudden. "I can't."
Tony chuckled and sat up too.
"What's so funny?"
"I knew you would say that, Beryl. We've been playing this game for years. Can we skip the part where I tell you how you're making yourself unhappy, ruining your life, after which you tell me all your arguments why you have to do it? I'm still here, you still have my number. I'm the fool who keeps waiting, watching over you, existing for you. But this is not me complaining. I'm grateful for each moment like this even if I had to wait years for it. I'm bound to you. So why don't we make most of the time we have left together before the man you actually don't want to marry returns home?"
A wave of emotions crashed into Beryl. She wanted to collapse into his arms and cry and cry. She wanted to let him abduct her, take her away to a deserted island and make love to him from dusk until dawn. But she wasn't able let herself do it. Tony knew her better than she knew herself. It was just another proof how perfect they were for each other and she's ruining it again. He was right they should make most of what time they had. She couldn't have the island with him, but she most certainly could have the love making. She blinked away the tears that were stinging her eyes and smiled at him.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked playfully. At least I grew up a bit and am not wasting our time with arguments anymore, she thought.
He gently nibbled at her lower lip. "Well, we can start with this and see where it leads."
Beryl couldn't wait to find out.
