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When?"

 

"Back then. When we were still together."

 

"I don't remember."

 

Eve gathered her bag and keys. Then holding hands, they walked down the stairs to her car and kissed good night.

 

Back in the room Adam could not sleep. Twelve, then one o'clock. He thought about the reasons why he could not ejaculate making love with Eve. He thought of many reasons: it might be that her vagina was not tight enough to massage his penis to give him the intense sensation needed to achieve orgasm; or he was tired from the long flight; or because of all the anti-depression pills he had been taking for the last year, drugs that reduced the libido. But he had had an erection, and it was a firm one. He could not understand what the real reason was, it might have been the combination of all those reasons, or something else. So he went into the bathroom to masturbate--but still, no matter how hard he shook, he could not ejaculate. Then he returned to bed, feeling bad and very tired. But he could not sleep. He thought about Eve and wished she were here with him. If she were with him, he might be able to sleep. He opened the bottle of wine that he had brought with him, drank some, then drifted off. She would come back in the morning and they would have a whole day together tomorrow.

 

When Adam opened his eyes, it was five o'clock. He thought he had slept for about two hours. He closed his eyes again, but sleep would not come back. He thought about Eve and wondered if she had come home peacefully last night. Her husband probably asked questions but Adam was sure she could handle him. She would be back with him again at daybreak.

 

Adam took a shower, brushed his teeth, dried his hairs, and lied in bed again, waiting for the daylight and for Eve. Then the light came, and soon after, there were knocks on the door, and it was her, coming into the room with two cups of black coffee. As soon as he closed the door and Eve put the coffee on the table, they hugged. He had said that today they would stay in the room and not go out, and she agreed, because they did not want to waste any moments they had together. He did not want any distractions, he only wanted to be with her in total privacy. And they did not have much time together--only 12 hours. Twelve hours out of 27 years of separation. Better than nothing, Adam thought.

 

"I put my cell phone in the car because I don't want anybody to bother us," Eve said, "People will be looking for me."

 

Then she changed into his shirt. It was too big for her small body, but she wanted to wear something that belonged to him. He thought that by asking to wear his shirt, Eve showed that she was an experienced woman, because a naive woman would not ask a man for such thing: Eve had asked him to bring a shirt for her to wear the moment he told her he would see her. She was 45 years old, and Adam could only guess what kind of life she had been living during the long years they were apart. How many men she had been intimate with in her life and what she had learned, he wondered. But the thought didn't bother him. Eve was Eve, whatever she was. And he loved her.

 

Adam allowed only a little sunlight into the room, just enough for the two of them to see each other's face. Then they climbed into bed and into each other's arms. He placed his head on her chest and kept it there and listened to the beating of her heart.

 

"When you sent me a picture of a man resting his head on a woman's breasts, I knew right away what you wanted and I got goose-bumps," Eve said. "Now you want to do like in the picture?"

 

He lied face down on her chest. She caressed his head, run her fingers through his hairs, and when he raised his eyes to look at her, she smiled brightly and they kissed, then he laid his head down on her chest again. Adam felt like a child curling up in the lap of his mother, and he was not worried about anything anymore, he felt protected, peaceful, secure, and extremely happy, a quiet but intense happiness, a feeling of profound well being. He had never felt like that before in his life, and he knew it was the love that made he feel that way. It's blissful to be in the arms of the beloved. He wished he died while lying in her arms like this because then he would be with her forever, and in peace. Then he drifted off to sleep. But sleep was shallow because he always felt her presence.

 

They lied together like that for an hour, not saying anything, then Eve woke him up--and they made love. Again, he kissed and licked all over her body and he sucked her vagina for a long time; and judging her reaction, he knew she was having multiple orgasms: her body twisted and turned and trembled as he devoured her. Then Eve laid him out and took his penis into her mouth. She was lousy at oral sex, he thought. He showed her briefly what to do, and she did as she was told. Then he placed her down and inserted his penis into her vagina. How wet she was. And as he slowly slided in and out of her, he again felt that wonderful feeling of a physical union with her. It was a holy feeling. This was sacred sex, because it was not for carnal pleasure, but for the fulfillment of the desire to be physically united with the beloved, the missing half, not just emotionally and spiritually, but physically. The two had become one. As he was pumping, she again groaned and moaned as if she was having unbearable pleasure and he knew she did that only to encourage him to ejaculate, to come inside her, knowing how hard it was for him to come. But again, he could not ejaculate. Eventually he rolled off her body, lied on his back, exhauted. She looked at him with concern, then caressed him and licked him and bit him all over his body while he masturbated. The frustration was becoming unbearable and he shook his hardened penis violently. Then he shot the load all over her belly and felt an explosive relief, as if he suddenly lost his footing and fell into an abyss, then came a satisfying lightness in the head and in the body.

 

"You're good." He said.

 

"But I didn't do anything. You did it yourself."

 

She said she was disappointed he didn't come inside her, and she blamed herself for not being able to make him do so. He said it was his fault, not hers. It might be the consequences of the anti-depressants he had been taking, he told her. Eve's vagina was wide and loose, perhaps because she had given births; or perhaps because the men she had been having with sex all had big penis--bigger than his? Adam's penis was more responsive to the violent shaking of his own hands and to the much tighter vagina of Jane who had never had children. But for him, during those moments and despite the doubt, it hardly mattered at all even though it would be very nice if he had ejaculated inside Eve.

 

After making love, they were exhausted. She sat in his lap, wrapping her arms and legs around him, and he did the same to her. Sweat were pouring down their bodies. Then they took a shower and went back to bed and embraced each other again, not letting go for even a short moment. Again, happiness overwhelmed him as he lied wrapping his body around hers. Time passed. Then they got up and went sit at the window. Adam opened the curtain a little bit for more light to come in and they sat facing each other.

 

"Do you want to eat?" Eve said. "I will heat the food."

 

"Not now."

 

Adam put his legs on the back of the another chair and rested his chin in his hands. Eve took his hands away and said, "We have only today, let's be with each other. Don't daydream." She knew that when he put his chin in his hands, he would be transported to another world and she would lose him.

 

"I am wondering if this was only a dream," he said.

 

Outside, the sky was cloudy but sometimes the sun broke through and brightened up the sky. It was a beautiful day. Eve said it had been raining for the last two weeks but today it did not. It was really a beautiful day, in every sense of the word. She sat there, wearing his gray shirt, and they drank coffee and smoked. Music was playing: Andy Gibb was singing I want to be your everything. Then Adam took out the rings. He put one on her finger and she put one on his. He had bought the rings just for this day, the day they were husband and wife. It was only play acting, but how real it felt. Eve had said that she had always wanted to be his wife but fate and circumstances had not allowed. She had said that her husband had only her body but not her heart, that her heart belonged to Adam and Adam only, since she was 12 years old, when she first saw him in her daydreams, and her heart would belong to him for the remainder of her life. And today, even if only for 12 hours, they were husband and wife. Their wish had been fulfilled.

 

The more Adam looked at Eve, the more he realized that it was the face that he had carried in his mind all these years. She had pearly eyes and her smiles were bright. Her face was not as full as when she was younger, it now had edges, and the marks of time were visible under her eyes--and her hairs were thinner. Then she slid into his lap like a sleepy cat and rested her head on his chest, and they became silent and looked at the sky outside the window.

 

"It's better like this," She said after positioning herself comfortably in his lap. Then she fed him little pieces of bread.

 

Outside the window, the sky was overcast. Then Adam said let's go back to bed. And they went back to bed and hugged each others again and they closed their eyes and felt the happiness of being together--in the same bed, like real husband and wife. And they made love again. And again. It always started with Adam kissing Eve's nipples and gently and rhythmically brushed his body against her. Orgasms came to her easily. And during intercourse, he was conscious of each and every push his penis made inside her vagina. He savored all the sensation he felt when his penis caressed against the wet wall of her vagina--because he was not just having sex with anyone, he was making love with Eve, and that--was a big difference.

 

The hours passed inside the motel room while the world outside seemed to cease to exist. At one point, Eve sat up on Adam's stomach and they talked, and suddenly she cried, saying that of all the men who loved her but she did not love, he was the only one who was not a "success." He saw the tears fall out of her eyes and onto his chest and felt their warmth. She cried because the man she loved was such a failure, a man without money and without a future. He wanted to promise her that he would work very hard from now on, that he would be a

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