MY ARABELLA: Thousand years of loving you

Somewhere in New Zealand in a small town named Hamilton, sat a little girl on a couch, watching TV...

" mama, mama" she called out to her mum as she ran to where her mother was sitting...

" Yes, honey...what is it?" The mother asked in a soft and pleasing tone...

"make love, what does it mean?" Little Zoe asked Innocently and the mother was stunned at her questions...

"Where did you hear that from?" Her mother questioned and little Zoe was very pleased to tell her...

" From the movie playing on the TV screen, that lady told the other lady that they should make love?" Little Zoe explained and her mother could only shake her heart...

" Only people that are in love make love" Her mother explains and little Zoe frowned a bit, she seemed to be thinking about something...

" What is love, mama?" Little Zoe's question...

" Love is when you find yourself wanting to be close to someone, all the time..." She explains...

"just like how I want to be close to you?" Little Zoe asked and her mother nodded her head...

"yes, honey" She smiles at her sweetly..." Mama, how does it feel like being in love?" little Zoe questioned again...

"Listen, honey, being in love is the most wonderful feeling...you find yourself wanting to be close to the person you love, and being with the person seems to be the only thing that is happening...like it is only the both of you in this world and your heart will beat faster than normal" She explains with a sweet smile on her face as she seems to be thinking about something...little Zoe frown in confusion...

"what if you don't find that person, mama?" little Zoe was too focused on what she was discussing with her mother that she didn't realize her father was right behind her...

"you will surely find someone, honey...the world is too big" She explains, and little Zoe smiles...

"Mama, do you feel all these things for Papa?" Her mother was a little bit taken aback by her question but a smile later on formed on her lips as she looked at her husband with so much love...

"yes, honey...so much and more" She explains with a red face...she wasn't embarrassed but rather, she was shy to confess before her little girl...little Zoe look at her mother before looking at her father who seems to be lost gazing at his wife then a smile forms on her small lips...

" Papa, does love hurt?" little Zoe stares at her dad waiting for an answer...He looks at his wife and she just smiles at him, indirectly telling him to answer his daughter's question...

"No, sweetheart" he picks her up in his arms...

" Then why was that lady crying?" little Zoe asked in confusion leaving her father speechless...

" it only hurts if the person you love doesn't love you back" Her mother explains and the frown on little Zoe's head deepens further...

" why would the other person not love her back?" little Zoe questions feeling sad...there were no words to explain it to her understanding...

" Honey, why not go outside and play with Arabella?" Her mother said and little Zoe happily ran outside leaving her mother and father alone...

" That was way more than I could handle" Marcus, Zoe's dad sighs in great relief..." huh? Feeling tired already? How sad of you...she's just like you, you know" his wife, Melinda, shakes her head and she smiles at her husband...

"I know right? I am so happy she takes after you in beauty" He hooks his head on her neck taking in her sweet scents...

" always so good at your words" She turned to him with a sweet smile on her lips...

" she's quite talkative...always asking questions" She complains and her husband just laughs lightly...

" Can you believe she asked me what it means by making love?" She complains again...

" Really?" He questions and she nods her head...

" if that is the case, then let's not only answer her question...let's do it first" he licks her earlobe and she shivers from pleasure...

"no we can't do it here, I mean, Zoe might come in at any time" She could hardly talk as he kept on nipping on her earlobe...

"Not anytime soon, remember she is with Arabella...you know how she likes spending time with her playing and doing other children's stuff...

" He explains and carries her up, as she wraps her legs around his waist...they kiss ever so passionately making every touch count...

" I was turned on by your response earlier, you know" he whispers huskily in her ears as he walks to their bedroom and places her on the bed...

" it was the truth..." She explains shortly..." and I love hearing the truth over and over..." He kissed her again but this time, more hungrily and demanding...It didn't take long for him to undress her, making her completely naked before him...

"You are so beautiful" he compliments and lends down for a kiss...She blushes hard, even though he is her husband and they have been married for eight years now, she still can't help but always feel like a teenager whenever he compliments her...

" I love it when you react to my every word like this...it makes me want to tease you the more" he smiles mischievously at her...

"not my fault, I can't help but react this way every single time" she complains pouting her lips...

"I know right? But I don't mind" He presses on her breast making her moan in pleasure...before adjusting himself on top of her as he pushes into her...

"so tight" he muttered under his breath, trying hard to keep his cool...

" I love you, Malinda...always have and always will" it was like a reminder of his love for her, he kisses her lips, then on her forehead...

"I will forever love you, Marcus" she confesses and they both smile at each other before he starts thrusting in and out of her...It was just as perfect as it was from the beginning, both loving each other to the core. Their lovemaking session lasted for thirty minutes because he took turns after turns, not willing to stop if she didn't beg him...she hard to prepare food and all he said was, he doesn't need any other food when he is already having hisfavouritee snack...those words made her red all over, maybe she will never get used to his pervertedness, she doesn't even want to get used to it...not even in the next life.