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My Love Story…Love in Oman..Part 18

If I had to choose between breathing and loving you I would use my last breath to tell you I love you.

I claimed back to the bed and under the blanket. The air conditioning was going on in full speed. The room was cold..
I was looking at her face. The face was glowing in the dark. I never seen someone so beautiful, so divine looking…she was taking my breath away. I got back on the bed…I pulled her towards me…I slowly took her tops off, she helped me to take it off. I tried to take her pajama off but she whispered, “first take of your shirt and pajama”I told her..” you take of my shirt and Pajama..” She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off…then the pajama..

She put her both hands on her face and tried to hide her face ..I knew she was feeling very shy I tried to pull back her hands from her face…she quickly tucked her face on my chest and pulled the blanket over her face…

I tried to take the blanket off her face. But she was holding that with her last breath. I finally took that blanket off her face. Then she put her both hands over her face. She said..” Ami vishon lojja pacchi..” in English..” I am so embarrassed..” I said, “Oh come on, there is no one here.” She called me, “Jaan…ami janina je ami ki korchi..” In English..My love, I don’t know what I am doing.”

I grabbed her and put her on top of my body. We were both naked. Our skin was touching ..I started to touch her..caress her. She bent down and kissed my lips. Then she just lied down over my body. She whispered into my ear..” What if I get pregnant. I heard that a girl can get pregnant even a by a touch from a man..?” I started to laugh, “Who told you that..?” She answered, “My friend told me that..?” I said, “You silly, just by touching someone does not get pregnant..”

“And don’t worry. I got condoms..” I said. She said, “What ? How did you get that..?” I said,” I got it from the drug store..” She shrugged ..” O O O that was your headache..?” I said,”Yup..better be ready than sorry.” She tried to hit me…”You. You are a very bad man…but I love this very bad man…” She grabbed my hair. She wrestled me down. Then I was on top of her. I said..” You called me bad man..” She screamed from underneath,”But I love you..”

I grabbed her ..my arms were wrapped around her. She took the pillow and hit me with that. I caught the pillow and jumped on her again. She was stuck under the pillow. She was already tired…I started to kiss her…lick her..
I started to lick her earlobe. She was shivering ..She started to do the same. I could feel that her temperature rose to a hundred degree….

I was her first person. She never had another man…

After we both came back from the bathroom…I lay down. She sat beside me. I grabbed her and made her lie down…I gave her a big hug and she put her hand around my body. I was looking to the blue dim light….she started to talk. She asked me..” What should I do..? ” I said..” What do you mean..?” She answered..” Why did it happen this way ? Why this war..? This war ripped my heart apart. How would I go back to my husband whom I don’t even know. How would I live without you..? In the last 3 days I became so dependent on you….Why did I meet you. If it was fate. Why didn’t it happen before ? I can’t live without you.” She started to cry….

It brought tears in my eyes. I cried ..We cried holding each other…I pulled up her chin. The eyes were red, tears were coming down as if there was a flood in her eyes. I hold her tight, I did not know how to answer. I did not know what to do. I kept holding her. I did not want her to go. I knew what will happen. She would be gone as soon as we reach New York. I was in love with her…last 3 days like a sweet dream. I did not want to wake up. I did not want to open my eyes..

I kissed her lips.. Then earlobes….then her back of shoulder. She started to arise again…her body started to get hot again. But she whispered into my ear..” I am in pain. Not now jaan..”..

I stopped, told her to sleep as we both were tired….she crawled back to my body. I got up, turned her over and started to give her a bit message on her back and on the bottom of her feet. She said that it felt very good. Thanked me. I lay down.. extended my hand underneath her head, rolled back. Hold her tight to my chest and fell in sleep in her arms…..


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