Butterflies

[Ramona's POV]

The days that followed were uneventful. Uncle provided me rest after our final session. I was staying at his house while he was away in the town for two days on business. My life has gotten lot simpler these days, and it is no longer as lonely as it was. Even though they aren't usually present at the same time, it's comforting to know that you can always rely on everyone here. I am appreciative. As it's Saturday, there is no charge. Not that I have a lot of work to do, but because I've already finished one book, I opted to just sit and read today. Perhaps we can go somewhere enjoyable again tonight. Uncle would definitely adore that. I've been missing him for the last two whole days. Being alone myself isn't always a negative thing. It provides me with time and space to reflect on things without interruption.

But I'm starting to miss them now. I put down my book to take a shower after hearing the automobile horn because Uncle and I were planning dinner. We're going to dine somewhere; it can be at the beach or the restaurant. The forecast is favourable for it. I take a shower, put on some clothes, and style my hair into a bun. To ensure that no one can see what I've been doing, I also apply makeup and make sure that every area of my body is sufficiently covered.

That's when I took one last look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I appear to be human. a really attractive person. My eyes appeared more radiant than usual. I give a small smile. I feel like I have more energy. This evening, I got a sense. After gathering my belongings, I descended the stairs and stood by the front door to await Uncle. At last, he emerges from his room to welcome me.

"Good evening sunshine!" He embraces me and gives me a hearty kiss as he says hello. "Ready?" Grinning, he asks. I give a nod. "Okay, let's go." We head outside after I offer him a quick smile and hold his arm. I got into his SUV when he opened the door for me. I began to enjoy the journey when he started the car, not realising where we were going until he pulled into the hotel's parking lot.

"We were going for the dinner, right?" He grinned at me without saying anything. After shaking hands, we entered the hotel room. A bottle of wine, candles on the tables, and a basket full of cheeses, bread, and fruits were present. And a pasta-filled pot. After removing his shoes, he set the meal down on the table. The other stuff didn't make me hungry right away, but the smell of cooking pasta did.

"What is that?" I questioned incoherently. "You mentioned you were getting me supper. What's the deal with everything?" I scowled. That was not his style. I had assumed it would be a romantic affair. This was not at all his style.

"Cry. First, let's prepare to have fun." His tone was calming and gentle. I turned to face him as he approached me and softly grabbed my face. He gave me a kiss on the lips and withdrew to remove my shock. As I watched him pull something out of the cabinet, set it on the table, and pour us glasses of wine, butterflies flew through my stomach. He took a seat across from me and extended his glass so I could give it a clink. I gladly followed suit.

He winked at me and I scowled. "Since you accept our love, I thought I should propose to you now officially," he said. I simply expressed that in my feelings, and he took it seriously? Ok just play along until my father came to pick me here.

"So will you marry me?" I looked down in frustration as soon as he asked. I'm at a loss for words. Sure, we can have sex together, but marriage? Never. "I mean yes, we are already legally dating but..." falsified

Hold it, wait, wait. Retain it. You're responding in the affirmative?" I blushed once again and nodded. "Are you going to marry me? Really? True? Understandably, you agreed to my proposition that evening. Whoa! Well, that's fantastic news! Thank heavens. I thought you wouldn't get along with me. "So, would you like to eat now or later?" I tried so hard not to flush as I looked down and nodded one more. With a small laugh, he grabbed another slice of bread from the basket. I grinned as he extended it to me. He grinned as well and continued to consume his cheese pizza slice.

We then got to work eating. I tried to eat as I listened to him talk. We shared food and conversation. He pulled out his guitar and started playing after we were done. I watched him play, happy, as he kept singing and grinning and looked down almost dreamily, as if he didn't want to ruin the moment. The way his fingers played the strings, I could tell how much he loved to play. I enjoyed both listening to and seeing him perform. His voice sounded quite lovely. It made me think of a lovely tune I'd heard before but can't quite recall. Then I remembered abruptly. The old folk ballad "Love me again" was the source of it. It sounded fantastic.

I couldn't stop feeling joyful. This was the most amazing thing that I have ever done. I never imagined Uncle could play a piece like this. I had no idea he could play anything but his old violin. I now know that this is the typical way that people live. But why is he not able to pursue a career in music?Why is he not able to be an orchestra conductor, a vocalist, a pianist, or anything else? Why does he pursue prey? When he stopped singing and sat down next to me, I was deep in contemplation and didn't realise it.

I was staring into nothing when I realised. He extended his hand to grasp mine. I slowly pivoted to confront him. He gave me a warm smile and grabbed my cheek, stroking his fingers over it. That's when I felt my heart start to beat quickly. And there was no denying that the butterflies were back. I closed my eyes to hear what was going to happen as he leaned in closer to me.

I could hear the rhythm of my heart thumping in my ears since it was fluttering so much. I could feel his mouth brush against mine. A little sensation pierced my entire body. Everything felt so alive, even yet I was feeling nothing. And I still had butterflies in my stomach. They only became stronger. I'm not sure what's going on, but I sensed that this wasn't enough for me. I enjoyed this sensation. And that seemed quite appropriate. I required it. I must have him. Uncle and his smile were all that was in front of my eyes. I really missed his touch. His kisses were missed. I was missing him. I was missing him. I'm very foolish.

How could I have already forgotten this sensation? How could I let go in such a way once more? When he put his lips to mine and held me close to him while giving me a tender, loving kiss, my eyes started to water. He approached me cautiously with his hands. Even when Uncle caressed my naked thigh, I was immobilised. His touch made me shudder. I was in disbelief at what was occurring to me now. I gave him a deeper kiss in return. I felt his lips brush against mine. He had a sweet and salty taste. I ran my hands through his dark hair and he groaned against my mouth. His touch was so kind, so comfortable, and so loving. I cherished his touch. Everything was really, really flawless. It like heaven.

He abruptly stopped and released us from each other's grasp. I brushed my tears away swiftly and met his eyes, looking for answers. He gave off a momentary expression of surprise before gathering himself. A small smile appeared on his lips. I arched an eyebrow. I muttered, "Uncle..." When he moved in to kiss me again, I felt butterflies in my stomach explode. He had a delicious taste. I could not wait to taste him again.

to experience him once more. He was giving me a passionate kiss. He had such a strong passion. It was enjoyable to me. I desired more. I felt his tongue dance against mine as he bit my lower lip. I tried to open my mouth to give him more, but he surprised me by sticking his tongue in there. I pressed in closer to give him a deeper kiss. My body tingled from the sound of it. He was giving me a hard kiss. I felt his panties getting wet and realised how much I wanted him to penetrate me as his fingers stroked over my breast over my dress.

I'm fucked! It sounded really nice. When Uncle unzipped his shirt, I could see that there was nothing on below. It's quite seductive. He pulled away from me to remove his belt, unfastened his shoes and removed them too, then hurled himself on top of me and I started breathing heavily again. I begin to kiss all the way down his neck, sucking, biting, nibbling. I bit down on his skin then. Uncle groaned and reached out to touch me once more.

He gave my breast a little squeeze, and I arched into his hands, feeling his strength and self-importance as he went deep inside of me. With a heavy moan, he swiftly removed both my skirt and top. He stood up higher than me. I can't even remember how long we kissed or how many times he gave me such a passionate kiss. However, I raised myself to make our lips meet when I began to feel overpowered by need.

He softly bit my bottom lip and asked to be let in. He planted a deeper kiss on her lips and made slow, purposeful movements with his hips. His fingers moved to pull down his jeans. I undid his boxer shorts and saw him fully naked beneath his boxers. Our lips met more deeply. Greater intensity. He began licking my neck slowly and worked his way up to my breasts, where he placed my right nipple in his toasty, hot lips. He gave it a gentle suck and licked. I started to gasp aloud and grab the blankets beneath me as the pleasure extended throughout every inch of my body.

His fingers snuck under my pants. I let out a little whimper as he moved the pants to one side, releasing me. I moaned even louder as he began to rub circles around my centre, reaching down to shield his hand. I thought he was completely taking away my ability to breathe. It was so satisfying. Oh my God! My hips began to move more quickly. He was kissing his way up, tormenting me all the while. Instinctively, my arms raised behind him, drawing him in my direction to improve our fit. We made our way to where I needed to go so badly that I lost control of myself as he drew nearer and nearer.