Coming out from that atmosphere that we were about forget but we didn’t wanted to.
We were still rounded by that sensation was bonding us always more and we were feeling inside something was piercing our souls in a way never felt before, and we knew it was something that came from the folder that it contained the Blue City map.
From we returned in the apartment, none of us, had spoken.
That magical twirl rounded us, and everything has started to spin and we with it.
You was looking at me, as if you was looking at the most beautiful person you ever seen in your whole life, and maybe I was for real.
I was astonished by your eyes stared on me, and our breaths were the only things were moving in the air.
I could not swallow. I had my heart still in the throat.
We were dazed, but in someway, we knew to have to do something.
You have did the first move. You got up yourself from the sofa, and delicately you have took me among your arms, and we went up. Behind us all the lights on, one by one were themselves turning off.
In that moment, we were living one of the most magic moment of our lives, since when you gave me your hand in the bar, and we were aware.
In the bedroom with all the delicateness, you have lay me on the bed, without take your eyes off me.
We seemed got back in those days where in our glances there was everything of which we had need.
We were, only, exceeding that phase in the most natural way we knew: following our feelings, our emotions, making going crazy our hearts, and the only to calming us it was diving in the eyes of the other, and see what they making us see.
Slowly you laid yourself close to me face to face, and you took my hand, making it sliding in to your shirt, making me discover your left shoulder.
We remained for long to do nothing.
But slowly, after some moments, you have did the same with my right epaulet of my white dress.
Delicately we approached each other one another, and we have started to kiss us, caressing our bare shoulders, as long you have push yourself beyond.
Kindly, you taken my both hands and you leaned my back on the mattress, and you have put yourself above me.
With a dry strike, but at the same time delicate, you have penetrated me, and one moan of mine has came out, while I was looking at you with wide eye open.
Then, little moans are came out as long you was pushed yourself inside me.
We had reached the orgasm and it seemed to have crossed that door of new emotions that we were feeling from the moment we had closed the door of our apartment with the folder of Blue City.”