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After the altercation with Father, we were all a bit on edge. Even taking a group motorcycle ride didn’t quite calm our nerves. The evening of our family altercation, my uncle and father left the property, and we haven’t heard from either one. Mateo said that it was normal from time to time for them to go off the grid.
We all hoped Father would come to terms with our separation and that family contact would still be enjoyable in the future. For now, Angie stepped up to the plate leaving me to pursue the beautiful Katarina.
As I pull up in front of Katarina’s home, I realize I arrived for our second date a little early. Angelo loaned me his Porsche in trade for my Ducati. I send Katarina a text, letting her know that I had arrived and to take her time finishing up. Hopefully, I am properly attired; as she had suggested, I have on jeans and boots along with my Yankees cap.
Looking up, I see a beautiful woman who looked like a slightly older replica of Katarina. Getting closer, I realize it must be her mother. The woman opened the door, “Hello! I’m Rose, Katarina’s mother.”
“Hello, I’m Santos Ferrari.” I reach out my free hand, but it’s immediately ignored, replaced with a kiss on both cheeks and a hug. “My daughter will be here shortly.”
I pass her the bouquet of wildflowers, and she smiles in pleasure. “Come, let’s go sit on the terrace while we wait. I just made Aperol Spritz that I believe you will enjoy.”
Unlike her husband, who looks older than he is, Rose looks much younger than she is. She must get mistaken frequently as Katarina’s sister. While her company is pleasant, I’m anticipating seeing Katarina again. I glance around in search of her, before returning my attention to Rose who is smiling at me with a knowing look.
“Oh, there they are.” Rose turns as I begin to hear the clopping of hoofs. “Katarina, you know he’s not allowed in the garden.” Rose says sternly, her eyes betraying her amusement.
A large shadow looms over me as I look up and see Obsidian with my goddess perched on him. I can’t control a smile. This time, she’s wearing a Stetson hat instead of a helmet and a t-shirt that clings to her shapely breasts.
“Hello, handsome, ready for our date? Mother, do you have the items I put together?” she asks.
Rose hands me a basket and blanket. Katarina says a command, and Obsidian goes down on one leg. “Climb aboard, handsome, and let us begin our date.”
Sitting behind her is sheer torture. I can’t stop myself from nuzzling her neck. Nibbling on her ear, I feel her erratic heartbeat as my hand spans her small waist. I shift, trying to not be obvious about my present arousal. Fortunately for me, she has complete command of her large horse.
We end up riding to a secret area where she goes to hide from the world. “It’s just peaceful,” she shares. “I have actually never taken anyone to this spot before.” Once we arrive, I take in the sheer beauty of the place. There are many, large shade trees, along with a crystal-clear stream running through the pastural setting. Wildflowers scatter throughout the meadows.
Smiling, she takes the picnic blanket from the basket and lays it out. She follows this with a bottle of wine, cheese, figs, some prosciutto, and a baguette, along with grapes and apples. This picnic is a veritable the feast of the gods. Obsidian grazes and roams about, coming back to check on Katarina from time to time and beg for some apple pieces from us. Feeding her a grape, I can’t help running my finger over her ripe lips.
Leaning back against one of the trees with her head in my lap, I continue running my fingers over her lips, exploring her lovely face. She is a beautiful mixture of innocence and raw sensuality. Feeding her a few more grapes, I look around at the bucolic setting and feel a sense of coming home, the feeling that all is right with the world. Listening to her chatting away about various things, the realization hits me that this could never be just casual thing between us.
Before I can sink in for a kiss, she suddenly leans back, reaches down, and begins taking off her boots and rolling up her pants legs. Next, come mine, and then she reaches for my hand playfully pulling me toward the stream. Smiling, I decide to indulge her. As my feet hit the cold water, I let out a not-so-small yelp. God, the water is frigid.
Katarina starts laughing. Looking at her standing with the sun beaming down on her golden hair, I can’t believe I am fortunate enough to be here with her. Nothing in my life has compared with meeting this beauty. She has completely captured my heart. The dawning realization that I am already head over heels in love with her leaves me completely vulnerable to her next move.
Her hands scoop up ice cold water, and she proceeds to splash me. That is it, game on! As I try picking her up, I slip on the sandy bottom, and together we tumble into the frigid water laughing. I’m not sure how ice water can make molten lava course through your body, but looking at her t-shirt that is now molded to her body, my lips come crashing down on hers. Not holding back, she responds with the same urgency.
Kissing her deeply, with one hand on her hip, I pull her closer to my growing arousal. “Katarina,” I say huskily, “I know we only just met, but this is not a casual fling for me.”
Looking at me, her eyes glazed with desire, she reaches for my hand, placing it over her heart. “Feel how my heart beats for you, Santos.” She replies.
Feeling the rapid beating, my hand closes around her breast, and I start kneading and stroking. I pick her up in my arms. We are covered with icy water, yet I feel nothing but heat emanating from our bodies. Placing her on the warm blanket, I reach down to pull her t-shirt off. She puts her legs out and slowly pulls off her pants. Laying there in her naked glory, she looks like a sun-kissed goddess. After quickly peeling off my own wet clothes, I lay down next to her, and she reaches to welcome me. Clinging to each other, my mouth coaxes her lips into parting, allowing our tongues to do the age-old mating ritual. She tastes of sugar. I hear her moaning softly as I get to know her body with my hands.
Her hips arch into the touch of my fingers, while one of her legs loops over my lower back urging me into her core. No slow and easy for us this first time. We are too consumed with need, exploding into millions of pieces at the same time.
Breathing heavy, nuzzling her neck, I can’t believe how incredible being inside her felt. Lifting my head, I gaze into her eyes and see the same sense of wonder reflecting back. I know we are moving on a fast track, but I can’t help but tell her I have never ever felt like this with anyone before. While I have had women in the past and the sex was great, it wasn’t like being with Katarina. With her, it was not only shattering on a physical level, but there had been a bonding of our souls. I know that without a doubt. Hell, still being inside her, I can feel myself grow hard again. But first, I need her to know how special she is.
“From the first moment I laid eyes on you, Katarina, I knew you were the only woman for me. Something inside of me called to you as my soulmate.” Slowly, I start to move inside her again.
Closing her eyes, I hear her gasp of passion letting me know she is ready for me as she wraps both legs around me again. This time, it is a slower rhythm, like the ebb and flow of the sea. Both of us savor each other until I hear her gasp as her body convulses; my own shuddering surrender follows seconds later.
Suddenly, I’m startled awake as I feel teeth nipping at my arm. Still holding Katarina, I warily open my eyes to see Obsidian standing over us. We must have drifted to sleep. Not willing to be completely ignored, he decided our fun was over. Giving Katarina a small nudge, I watch her come fully awake and aware that Obsidian was trying to get our attention.
Laughing at him, she gives his long nose a shove away before turning to me. She kisses me fully on the mouth before she looks me tenderly in the eye. “I love you too, Santos Ferrari.”