Love Struck (15 page)

“It
was at that moment that I should have said something, should have said
anything, everything was right, the time, the mood, but I was shy, nervous and
foolish. I sometimes ask myself what would have happened if I had told her.
Would it
have been the start of
something more?”

He
looked over at her, his moonlit goddess, wanting to open his heart all to her
and only to her, sadly his nerves refrained him from expressing himself, his
mouth remained sealed shut. He looked back at the view, enjoyed her company as
she did with him on the magical, enchanting night.

“Would
she had felt something for me?”

The
memory held such beauty and such anguish for Tommaso, he strived to hide his
pain, his yearning for the woman he loved and his regret for stopping himself
from being with her when he had the chance.

Gloria
could see it, clear as day. “You're still in love with her, aren't you?”

His
eyes said everything to her: “yes”.

“After
all these years?” she found it both incredible and endearing.

He
nodded slowly, he could not deny it to her, it would be like denying it to
Sara.

“Can I
ask you a little personal
question?”

Tommaso
finally spoke with a brief “Sure.”, he had a feeling he knew what she was going
to ask him.

Gloria
asked it as softly as she could to not upset him “Have you ever, you know,
been
with someone else?”

Tommaso
looked away from her, he did not have to tell her, but to give her closure from
her curiosity and make her happy, and to rid himself of the burden of keeping
it locked to himself for as long as he could recollect. “No... never.”

“Never?”
Gloria gasped, taken aback by his ludicrous allegiance to Sara.

“That's
right.” he said with a deep flatness.

Gloria
had to know “Why?”

“She's
the only one for me, I wanted to experience it all with her. Holding hands,
kissing, love making.”

“You've
been waiting for her all these years?” Gloria asked, finding his commitment to
Sara was commendable, if strenuous for himself.

“Yes.”

“Wow,
you must really love her.”

“I
do.”

“If
only she knew.” she felt for him, she really did, she could only imagine the
loneliness and hardship he had faced during his lifetime, wanting his dream to
come true but fearing the risk of losing what he wanted the most at the same
time, it caused an immense moral dilemma that was not easily overcome by the
faintest of hearts.

“If only...”
he sighed with a lamenting ruefulness “I wish I could tell
her,
now that I have the courage and nothing else to lose, but I can't.”

“Why
not?”

“She
has your boyfriend now.”

“Oh...”
her own moral dilemma came storming back, she was so distracted listening to
another's, her own problems were an afterthought. “Good point.”

A
thought came to her, something to give her troubled companion a reason to hope
and, also for herself. “Ah, but think about it, clearly
Paulo
is just a bit of fun for her vacation, once that's over, she'll part ways from
him. She will be free to be all yours.
”

Tommaso
looked to Gloria, his eyes glimmering, his face lightening up with a
hopefulness, it was maybe not too late after all, he could be with her and make
up for the lost years. “Do you think so?”

“It
has to be, why else would she be with a younger man without even getting to
know him first? It's obvious she just wants a
little
holiday romance.”

“I
never thought about it like that.” his passion to come clean to Sara was rising,
only to be stunted by his self-inflicted doubt clouding the sun at the end of
his own horizon “Still, I'm not sure if
I can
tell her.”

“Why
not this time?”

“I'm
afraid of rejection. I'm afraid to tell Sara how I feel about her and find she
doesn't feel the same, I'm afraid it could jeopardize out solid friendship, I'm
afraid of
losing her.”

“You're
not afraid of much, are you?” she remarked with her sardonic flare.

“I
don't know what to do, I want to tell her, but every time I come close to her,
I just can't find the courage to open my heart and express my feelings for her.
I want it to be right,
I can't screw it up.” he rubs
his forehead, his expression showed great conflict.

Gloria
was thinking for someone else, striving to give him the happiness he had been
lacking for way too long, it was not humanely possible to live like that, how
he managed was a testament to his dedication and love for Sara, he was entitled
more than anyone to be with the special somebody who he could not live without.
Her own problems seemed smaller in comparison to his. She gave him some
friendly words of encouragement “Hey, don't worry about it. You
will
find the confidence, all you need to do is push all thoughts out of your head
and follow the love in your heart. You do that and I'm sure Sara
will
melt into your arms. I know you can do it, somewhere in you, beats the heart of
a lover, the kind of lover Sara deserves more than anyone else in the world.”

The
conflict faded off his face. “Really?” the doubt was minuscule in contrast to
the beam of light from a new hope, there was a chance, he just had to believe
in it, and himself, like Gloria did. That was the encouragement he could never
have given himself, he had her to thank for enlightening him and giving him the
faith he needed to make his dream come to life. He could still win her yet,
even fight for her with a passion and be with her, taking her from her younger
lover. Anything was possible when setting their heart on it. He had to be
stronger than he had ever been, thinking for himself for a change instead of
putting himself at the bottom and concerning himself with the thoughts of
others. He had to stand at the top, focusing his efforts on himself and the
woman he loved, and not anyone else, especially not Paulo.

The
moonlight shined over the island, it was a work of art to what was already a
masterpiece. It was a perfect night to conclude a day close to near perfection
for two special souls lost in paradise. They approached the grand hotel,
blazing through the dark, it was a sparkling beacon in the night.

Sara
and Paulo walked through the reception together, it was devoid of any high
classed life, a quiet and empty lobby. After a lovely time, his troubles over
losing Gloria and having no remorse over it had melted away, he was living high
on life and enjoying every second of being with Sara Sarracini. He was in
heaven, as she was with him, they were made for one another.

“Night,
Ms. Sarracini.” spoke the receptionist, her gentle voice was so acute in the
deep silence.

She
looked kindly to the solitary Receptionist, all alone in the barren ground
floor, able to hear herself think without the guests checking in or out, and
gathering in the nearby lobby. “Night, and please, call me Sara.”

“Yes,
of course, Sara.”

Sara
gleamed at the kind Receptionist as she and Paulo entered the elevator,
ascending off to her grand palace, her young and handsome companion was in for
a treat when they arrived there.

The
Hotel Manager hurried out his office right as the elevator door closed and the
metal box was pulled upwards in the lengthy shaft.

“Did I
hear Sara's name?” he said with a burst of euphoria over the thought of seeing
his dear star to make his night a sweeter one.

“You
just missed her.”

“Damn
it, what a shame.” he grumbled with a seething disappointment, he would have to
wait until tomorrow for the pleasure of being graced by her great presence. In
his tiredness, he was sloppy and not quick enough to overhear her. All fresh in
the morning from a good night's sleep, he would be on the ball and ready to
catch her on the way out, to brighten his day and get it started on the right
track.

“She
had a young man with her.” commented the Receptionist, spreading a little
gossip. She could not keep it to herself, she had noticed the handsome stud the
minute he walked in with the diva he was evidently head over heels in love
with.

“Oh,
really?” he hummed with much interest, whoever it was, he was one lucky guy.

“Yep,
looks like they're in for
the night.”

“I
wish I was him.” remarked the Hotel Manager, yearning to be the one spending
such an unforgettable night with such a divine woman like Sara.

“I
wish I was her.” remarked the Receptionist, yearning to be the one spending
such an unforgettable night with such a raring stallion like Paulo.

Sara
and Paulo walked into the penthouse. The elegance of the penthouse and the
elegance of Sara were a perfect match made in heaven. “This room definitely
suits you.”

“You
think so?”

Paulo
smiled and nodded. “Absolutely, I couldn't think of you anywhere else.”

“I
find it all overwhelming, a little too much for little old
me.”
she told him with a sweet modesty.

“What
do you mean?” He did not share the same opinion, he respectfully disagreed
“This is hardly too much for a great star like you.”

“A place
like this should be for an A movie star diva, not for an old B-movie actress
from the eighties. It feels a little strange for me.”

“You,
a B-movie actress? Please, you are an A-lister who ranks up higher than any of
the others.” he argued, not able to stand there and listen to her think of
little of her massive amount of star power. “Sara, you deserve this room, you
deserve the best. You want to know why?”

“Why?”

“Because
you're the jewel most precious and rare in all the world, you're Sara Sarracini
and there’ll never be another woman like you.” he said so passionately from his
pulsing heart, speaking from it for her, to let her know how special she was,
because she was so special. “I could stand at the top of the most extremely
high mountain on the earth, overlooking all creation and call out at the top of
my voice to the heavens, thanking them, letting the world know that I am a man,
because I am the most truly fortunate and the most truly happy man to be
blessed, graced and enriched by you, the most truly beautiful, the most truly
wonderful and the most truly special woman in all womanhood”

Sara
looked at him with a deep, pounding affection. “I could listen to your sweet
voice all day.” she admired every inch of him. “Close your eyes.”

“Close
my eyes?” Paulo looked at her with disbelief, he could not believe he heard her
correctly.

“I
have a surprise for you.” she said in a low, heavy, sultry voice, a powerful
mood was filling between them, she could feel it, and he was starting to detect
its strong, intense traces around him.

“What
kind of surprise?”

“Wait
and see.” she answered with a suggestive tone and passionate gaze in her eyes.

Paulo
said no more. He promptly closed his eyes, doing what she asked for him.

“No
peeking.” Sara stepped back, at the perfect distance for her big reveal to have
its striking effect to him. Paulo awaited his surprise with much eagerness,
whatever it would be, he knew it would be something he would be remembering for
a long time with a great fondness.

Through
the anticipated darkness, unsuspecting to what awaited him, he heard her soft,
sensual voice call out to him. “All right, you can open them now.”

Paulo
opened his eyes, his face turned bright red, he could not believe what he was
seeing: Sara stood before him, completely naked, her divine body was a perfect
masterpiece.

Sara
grinned, she knew he liked what he saw. Paulo could not move, he was frozen by
the sheer amazement laid out at him. He became even more amazed as Sara leapt
at him, wrapping her arms around him, compressing her lips intensely onto his
in an instant. She moved her hands sensually down his body, caressed his young
firm buttocks.

Paulo
was left stunned and red hot by her sensuality enveloping him, he did not know
how to react or what to do, when he woke up in the morning, he never imagined
the day would end with his beloved superstar naked in his arms, wanting him
with full sexual desire, but there he was, in her hotel room, swallowed by his
greatest arousal in full motion and he was in her power, at her command, he was
hers to control and willing to do as she pleased, to please her.

“Touch
me.” she commanded in a soft, excitable whisper from her fevered kissing lips.

He
quivered in indescribable excitement and anticipation. His dream had come full
circle, it had became a complete reality. He moved his hands up her smooth
body, felt her smooth curves, caressed her firm breasts, pressed his thumbs
into her petite hard nipples.

Sara
moved her hands to his crotch, gently rubbed it at the widening bulge at first,
her soft touch soon changed to rough as she grabbed his package. Her hard grip
on his tender crotch sent him jolting. The soreness and tenderness felt so good
in her hands.

“Oh.”
he exclaimed.

Acting
on a reflex action, he squeezed her breasts with the same hard clutch, sending
her jolting with the same mix of soreness and tenderness that felt so good in
his hands.

“Yes.”
she exclaimed.