“Yes, I know,” John said smoothly. “And I believe that I am seeing your beautiful, amazing soul and all of its radiance.”
Randa blushed and looked down. When she looked back up, their eyes met.
John spoke, “I love you Randa.”
She exhaled, “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe you said that.”
“Why not?”
“Meeting you has been like a dream come true and now to hear you say those words to me. I have waited so long for you to come into my life.”
John kissed her softly on the lips. “This is a dream come true for both of us and it’s as real as real can get.”
Randa nodded in agreement.
“Why were you so nervous?” John asked.
“Because when you were looking into my eyes for so long, I felt exposed, like you could see all of my feelings and wishes and desires.”
“Is that such a bad thing? Do you have something to hide?” John asked playfully.
Randa laughed, “Of course not, it’s just that no one has ever looked that deeply before.” Tears began to stream down her face as she was smiling brightly.
“Why are you crying Randa?”
“The true meaning of what you said just really hit me. I know that those words mean a lot of the same things to you that they do to me and that gives me such a wonderful, joyous, and comfortable feeling.”
“I can tell you this much, I will go to the ends of the earth for you, Randa. That’s only one small part of what truly loving someone means to me,” John said. “And oh, I know it’s not the most romantic place that I could have told you, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. I have wanted to tell you all week, but I didn’t want to on the telephone. I wanted to see your face and look into your eyes when I did.”
“Oh John! I love you!” Randa said to him.
“You do?”
“Yes, I do and I am so happy. I have never ever felt like this before in my life. There’s just no way to describe it.”
“Well, I am here now and I don’t ever want to be without you.”
“You won’t ever have to be.”
The days flew by as the couple spent time together cooking, riding horses, dancing on the back patio, watching sunsets and even a few sunrises together. It was their last evening together on the ranch and John suggested that they turn in early and get a good night’s rest since Randa’s flight for Nashville departed at 6:00 a.m. the next morning and his for Anchorage soon after.
They had each taken their showers and wandered onto the back patio Randa wearing her spaghetti strap satin nightgown and John clad only in pajama pants.
“I feel better now.”
“Yeah, there’s nothing like gettin’ dirty on the ranch. What can I say though? I think that it’s been another wonderful time spent with you.”
“I fully agree. It’s hard to believe that just three weeks ago, you were just a fancy who has lived in my heart for so many years.”
“Baby Doll, you were definitely the last thing that I expected on this trip home from the North Slope.” John walked over to Randa and took her hand in his.
“You know John, I love your hands.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do. They certainly aren’t soft and they have calluses, but they are what I call, ‘a man’s hands.’ They are large and mine are small, so when you take mine into yours it feels as if, yours are encompassing mine and keeping them and in essence me, safe.”
“Well, I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment, but it thrills me that they make you feel safe. I love being a man and I always want you to feel that I am capable of fulfilling my role in our relationship.” Inside, John was a little unsure where those words came from, but he accepted them as his own.
“Thank you for that,” Randa said as she leaned over and gave John a light kiss on the lips.
He looked down at Randa’s toes. Making his way up, he stopped at the spot where the hem of Randa’s gown was on the middle of her thighs. Its turquoise color set off the nice tan that Randa donned. John could only imagine what sweetness lie underneath, but he had given his word, that he wouldn’t initiate making love until she was ready. It was about to get the best of him though. His eyes traveled further up, to the point that the fabric gathered at Randa’s waist. His eyes paused there. He didn’t want to look any further up, because he simply didn’t know if he could handle more.
“I’m sorry if this gown is making things difficult for you John.”
John’s eyes didn’t look at hers. They simply moved up to the curves of her full breasts. He could see their outlines against the fabric. He was beginning to imagine just what it would feel like to touch them and to kiss them. Then his fantasy was interrupted.
“It hasn’t been any easier for me. I promise.”
John looked up at Randa and into her eyes. He could feel her absolute and true love for him.
John grabbed her hand and led her to her bedroom. He gave Randa one of the longest and most ravishing kisses that she ever received.
“Goodnight Randa. I love you. Sleep well.”
“Goodnight John. I love you.” Was all Randa could get out before John had reached his bedroom and closed the door behind him.
***
The next morning Fox drove the couple to the airport. As they were saying good-bye to each other, John began to apologize for ending the previous evening abruptly. “I didn’t mean to be rude. I was to the point of being overwhelmed with my desire for you. I have never wanted anything so badly, but I respect your wishes and I will wait for you to be ready.”
“I believe that the wait will be worth it.”
“I know it will be,” John said.
Randa turned and entered the secure area. John stood and waited. When she got to the point that John would be out of her sight of vision, she turned and saw him looking her. She blew a kiss to him and smiled. He winked back and mouthed, “I love you” to her.
Chapter Fifteen
Randa loved snow and cold weather. It was her first trip to Alaska and she was counting the hours until her plane departed for Anchorage, just as John was counting the hours until her plane landed and she would be back in his arms.
Their reunion at Ted Stevens International Airport in Anchorage was just as exciting as their previous get-togethers. John was always thrilled to see his lady, with her dazzling smile and long sexy legs, strolling toward him and practically jumping into his arms.
“Hi Baby Doll! I missed you so much,” John whispered into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I couldn’t wait to see you.”
“We’ve only been apart six days,” John said, teasing her.
“Six days is too many when it comes to being with the man I love, but I’ll take whatever I can get!”
“Me too and I couldn’t agree more.”
“We seem to keep meeting in airports, don’t we?” Randa asked as she laughed.
“I’ll meet you any place you would like Darlin’.”
They are staying in the corporate apartment, which has three bedrooms. John gets Randa settled into hers.
“Let’s go out to dinner and we’ll make it an early night. I know you’ve had a long day of flying.”
“That sounds perfect John.”
Dining on fresh salmon that evening, John and Randa relished their time together. It was still blowing John away that this amazing lady was single.
She interrupted his thoughts. “Do you believe in destiny or fate John?”
“Well, I do believe that certain things are meant to happen and will happen if they are ‘supposed to.’”
“How do you feel about it Randa?” John asked.
“I do believe in fate and destiny and yet, I also believe that we each have control over our lives and the outcomes. I know it’s kind of an ‘on the fence’ answer, but I think that anything is possible.”
“Ahhhh. I love your answer Randa. Now can I ask you something?”
“Of co
urse.”
“By now you know that I have listened to all of the songs that you wrote the lyrics to multiple times.”
Randa blushed.
“I’ve become a huge fan by the way.”
“Thank you.”
“How do you know so much about love Baby Doll, especially when you haven’t been deeply ‘in love’ before?”
“I just do and I just always have. It’s just the essence of who I am.”
John smiled at her answer and he was still smiling later that evening when she fell asleep with her head on his chest while they were sitting on the leather sofa watching a movie.
The next day John had a full day planned for them. Sightseeing, the couple learned from their guide how Anchorage grew from a railroad tent town in the early 1900’s to a thriving city and a major anchor in the North. Anchorage had a fascinating history, much of which John wasn’t aware. He was enjoying learning it along with Randa. She was an eager listener. Afterward, even though John wasn’t a big fan of shopping, he was patient as Randa browsed in the local shops and picked out a few souvenirs to take home with her.
They got back to the apartment late that night after an exhilarating day together.
John was putting on his pajama pants when there was a soft knock on his bedroom door. Opening it, Randa stood before him. She said nothing.
“Randa?” he asked.
She didn’t have to say a word. He took her soft, warm hand into his and led her inside. Once inside, he looked at her. She looked back at him with so much love in her eyes. He could almost feel it rushing instantaneously to his wildly beating heart. Gently touching her cheek, he began to glide his fingers down her left jaw line. John silently marveled at the perfection of her facial features and how they all came together to form a remarkably beautiful face. Reaching Randa’s chin, he felt its curve and his fingers moved down her neck as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. John couldn’t resist any longer. He brushed her glossy hair away from her neck. Leaning in, he began to kiss it with such vigor that he felt like a man ravenous for just the very touch of her skin to be on his lips. Randa put her arms around John and ran her fingers through his hair pulling the rest of him in close to her. Her body was aching for the man she that loved and it yearned for his touch. Sensing that her desire was growing as rapidly as his was, John stopped kissing her, which got her full attention. All that could be heard was their rapid breathing, which began to slow a bit, though their heartbeats were pounding loudly.
John unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. As it opened slightly, John felt Randa inhale deeply in anticipation of his touch. Reaching for the next button, John’s right hand slightly grazed the fabric of her satin bra. Randa deliberately bit her lip, but a low, provocative moan escaped anyway. John looked up at her and smiled. He then reached into her blouse and rubbed his hand across her bra just to hear her moan again. A sultry look crossed her face because she knew what he was doing. John did not like being a tease and he was only playing, but he truly enjoyed making his girl feel good.
Pausing, John told her, “Randa, you are the most amazing and beautiful woman on this Earth. I have fallen so deeply in love with you. And I am so thankful every single day for your very existence.”
“Oh John,” Randa murmurs. “Thank you. You make me feel so beautiful.”
“You truly are,” John said as he unbuttoned the remaining buttons and her blouse fell open, revealing the alluring curves of her breasts. Pushing Randa’s blouse off her shoulders, he cupped her breasts in both of his hands kissing them through the red satin. Kissing her bare skin where her breasts met in the middle, John pushed her breasts together and buried his lips and nose into her cleavage, snuggling its sensuous lusciousness. Randa slightly arched her back and welcomed John’s hot, hungry mouth. His whiskers had only a tiny bit of growth, but the friction they were creating when they touched Randa’s skin was making her chest heave in desire. She never wanted the sensation to stop. When John guessed that Randa was ready for something more, he drew back and gave her a moment to catch her breath. Then he began to softly lick the area where his facial hair had nuzzled her skin. His tongue was gentle and he loved to taste the oils from her skin. John had been able to maintain control so far, but he was quickly losing that ability. He felt heat and untamed desire rise in his loins like never before.
Moving over to Randa’s right breast, he started licking the center of it through her bra, but that wasn’t nearly enough for him. He began to suck on it. Randa moaned loudly as the fabric was getting wetter and wetter and was rubbing against her breast. Finally unable to ignore his desire any longer, John opened the front hook. Seeing Randa’s full breasts burst forth out of her bra grabbed John’s full attention. He took in the visual delight of their raw titillating presence. He reached out and touched them as though he never had touched anything so delightful before.
“Please, oh please,” Randa pleaded.
John began kissing Randa and taking the rest of her clothes off at the same time. Standing in bold nakedness before him, Randa started undressing John, not wasting a single moment.
“I can’t wait any longer. I want you right now. I need you like a woman needs her strong, sexy, masculine man.”
“You’ve got me, all of me,” John breathed in Randa’s ear as the couple fell onto the bed. Randa’s passion exploded as John entered her and his desire grew into an all-consuming state that was finally fulfilled when he reached that ultimate pleasure at the same time as Randa
The couple collapsed into each other’s arms and the room was filled with a silence; the kind of silence that is made up of total bliss because heaven has temporarily made a home on earth, the kind of silence that carves a path for two happy lovers who truly love each other and are meant to be together.
Waking up with Randa in his arms was something that John had dreamed of almost since the moment of meeting her. She stirred. John gave her a kiss, she moaned lightly and a smile covered her face.
“Good morning Beautiful.”
“Good morning Handsome.”
“How did you sleep?”
“Wonderfully. How about you?”
“Oh Sweetheart! Talk about making dreams come true last night.”
“That was dream-making for both of us mister. I loved every second of it and I love you.”
“And I love every inch of you Randa. Your pure beauty takes my breath away.”
“Thank you very much!”
“I don’t know how life could get any better than this moment right now, but I know it will.”
“You’ve got that right Baby Doll.”
That afternoon John took Randa ice-skating on the Town Square Pond. John hadn’t been skating in years, so Randa was actually the better skater. She went a couple of times each winter to an outdoor rink that was set up yearly in downtown Tulsa, weather permitting. The couple drank hot chocolate and skated around in circles. It didn’t take long for John to get the hang of it again. There was a photographer on site and he took their picture gliding on the ice holding hands. They gladly purchased it.
When they got back to the apartment, Randa was chilled, so she filled the claw foot bathtub with warm water and slid down into the bubbles. Closing her eyes, she laid her head back. The warm water was so relaxing and soothing that she almost fell asleep, but a soft kiss on her shoulder garnered her attention. She opened her eyes to see John’s handsome face gazing down at her.
“Madam, may I have the distinct pleasure of bathing you?” John asked in his best foreign accent while trying not to laugh.
“Yes, please do so sir,” Randa said as she giggled.
John dipped the washcloth into the warm water and put body wash on it. He lovingly washed her ears and all the way down to her toes, marveling at the relentless beauty of her body. After rinsing her, he picked up the shampoo bottle and squeezed its contents into his hand. Putting the shampoo in her hair, he started gently massaging her head.
“Mmmmm,” Randa moaned
in delight at the pleasure that his fingers were giving to her. While getting her hair all sudsy, shampoo bubbles fell down onto her nose. John picked up the towel and wiped them off as they both giggled. The silliness and laughter that they frequently engaged in made their love a playground for John’s soul, while it drenched his heart in blossoming ecstasy. After turning off the faucet, he blotted the excess water from her hair with the thick, plush towel. Picking a fresh lily out of the vase and snipping off its end, John put the flower behind her ear, so that the pink leaves framed the left side of her luminous face. Bending down, he affectionately kissed her on the forehead. In turn, she looked up at him beaming with pure joy and profound love on her face. Randa stood up and John began to towel the water off her. Randa soaked up the devoted love that John showered her with.
After eating a light dinner that John prepared for them, they cuddled on the leather couch and watched a movie.
When it ended, John asked, “How would you like a piggyback ride to the bedroom?”
“Oh my gosh,” Randa laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am! Hop on!”
Giggling like two little kids, Randa climbed onto John’s back and he held her legs tight. She put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek softly and then she yelled, “Hua! Giddy-up horsey.”
John took off bucking like a saddle bronc being spurred from its shoulder to its flank.
“You didn’t tell me that you needed to be ‘broken,’ but I am definitely the one that can do it. Just keep bucking and I’ll ride you until you stop,” Randa told him between laughs.
They reached the bed and John turned around, proceeded to rear up, and let go of her legs. Randa tumbled onto the bed in a fit of giggles. John landed beside her and laughed along with his girl. “Baby Doll, I have never had so much fun with someone.”
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