The hotel room was nice. The bedsheets were white and clean, the smell inside the room was magnificent and reminded Johanna of large fields of lavender. It was cloudy outside. A clap of thunder broke the silence and loud raindrops hit the ground furiously.
But Johanna could barely notice what happened outside. She was in front of the boy she used to love, who now was a man. "You're so handsome," she whispered in his ear and he grabbed her in his arms and he gently threw her on the bed, then passionately kissed every inch of her skin. As she enjoyed his warm breath and kisses on her neck, shivers ran down her spine. He kissed her on the lips and then let his tongue passionately dance with hers. At the same time, he stroked her breasts, which hardened up as she was getting more and moister between her legs.
She attentively caressed his chest and kissed it, then touched and kissed his throat gently and then humped him, realizing a few seconds later he was hard. "Someone's wet and horny?" he teased her. "I want you inside me," she replied with a shallow breath. "Now," she quickly added and moaned.
He took a condom and put it on him. Johanna stared lustfully, smiled, and licked her lips hungrily. She laid on her back and waited patiently for him. One second later he was on her. "Is it in?" "I don't think so. " After another few minutes of fumbling around, he asked her: "Where is the bloody hole?" "That's a good question. It's not there where you're trying. Go, a little bit more down." "Is it ok?" "Still not." After two or three more failed attempts, she felt a sharp stab in her vagina. "Ouch… I think you're inside me now!" she whispered as he moved up and down inside her. "Are you ok?" he asked barely breathing. "Kind of. It hurts. How about you?" "It feels amazing. I feel great." "Happy for you," she whispered half happy, half fighting the pain. He kept moving inside her, while he held her hand and intently looked her in the eyes. And for a moment, all the sorrows, external factors, everything that ever was bad or could have disturbed their lives disappeared. It was just them and the universe was drifting farther and farther away. "Aaahhh," he yelled and collapsed next to her into bliss after a while.
She looked at him. The little boy she knew became a man and was now lying in bed reaching for her, snuggling her next to him, and warming her body up with his warmth. Inside his arms, she felt the safest and everything about his naked body brought her pure madness, pleasure, and joy: the smell, his soft skin, his strength. He glanced at her and lost himself inside her green, beautiful eyes, softly kissed her forehead and then sweetly whispered: "And now I'm your man and you're my woman."
And there they were snuggling, kissing, and laughing, holding hands after sex in bed. "You're so beautiful," he looked adoringly at her body. He could not stop staring at her. "What?" she smiled and enjoyed every single stare from him that was stroking her naked body. "I want to take mental photos of every inch of you and store them in my memory." "Haha," she giggled and rubbed herself with her back against him. "You're like a cat!" He accused her playfully. "Meow, meow, meow!" she meowed lost in her thoughts. "Awww, not only that you behave like a cat, but you also sure do sound like one!"
She purred and rubbed her back against him. "Purr, purr, purr," she purred and looked at him longingly. "I know you want him, but he's tired now, unfortunately. Let him rest," he mumbled as he was yawning and his eyes slowly, but surely closed. "That's sad, but he deserves to get a rest." she kissed him on the forehead, and cuddled next to him.
A few minutes later, she opened her mouth to say something but then saw that he fell asleep. There's a special kind of guilty pleasure watching the guy you fell for sleeping next to you. She looked at every single feature of his face and thought every single one was perfect and part of a puzzle. It was aesthetically pleasing, but more than that: the more she was looking at him, the more she was under the impression she saw him. No, not just the physical version of him. Her soul could see his and connect to it in a way that humanly was not describable in words. Sometimes when we look in the mirror, we see demons and we're not able to face them, and just leave refusing to see ourselves: the beautiful and the ugly, the amazing parts of us and the flawed parts, we are afraid to show because God forbid people would leave if they saw that parts we so desperately try to hide. And his soul, despite being a pretty troubled one and sensing at some moments the heavy energy around it, was one she felt inexplicably linked to. This was beyond the ability to see. Seeing with your eyes can be pretty basic especially if you've been used to your whole life seeing well. The magic starts when you start to see with your soul and beyond your physical limitations. You are not just a body. Your body is the machinery your soul is encapsulated in. We are more than our physical bodies. We are energies. And energies are interconnected from previous lives and know and recognize each other.