beautiful,” he said as he closed the gap pulling her softly into an embrace and kissing her lightly on her lips. “We better go because if we stand here a second longer you won’t still be in that dress.” She smiled as she grabbed her purse. “Then I guess we better go.”
CHAPTER FIVE
The restaurant was about 20 minutes away and they rode mostly in silence as soft music from Japan permeated the car. Monica noticed that Marco was unusually quiet this evening.
“Is everything okay baby? You’ve been extremely quiet this evening.” “How can I not be fine? I’m here with one of the most important women in my life.” He smiled as he grabbed her hand and softly kissed the back of it. She returned the smile before turning her attention to the outside of the car window as they both took in the sites on their way to the restaurant. After arriving at the hotel where the restaurant was located, they took the elevator to the top floor.
Once the elevator door closed and they started to ascend, Marco grabbed Monica by her waist and pulled her into an embrace. Looking into her eyes and seeing through them all the love she had for him, he lowered his lips onto hers. The kiss was initially soft and gentle and quickly turned passionate. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue waiting for her to grant permission to enter; she quickly responded by extending her tongue to meet his. Using both of his hands to engulf her face, he began to feverishly suck her tongue. He was so turned on that she could feel his manhood begin to rise against her stomach. Neither one heard the ding of the elevator door as it opened. One of the patrons, trying to get onto the elevator, cleared his throat to get their attention. They both looked up neither were ashamed as they exited the elevator.
The hostess sat them at a secluded table in the corner overlooking the skyline. The restaurant was ideally placed in the Mandarin Oriental Hotel on the 37th Floor. The location was simply amazing. They were able to overlook the gorgeous view of Tokyo as the sunset and nightlights illuminated over Tokyo, something they would never forget. The service was excellent and very helpful throughout the evening. It was a major plus that the restaurant staff spoke both English and Japanese. They each enjoyed an amazing dinner while taking in the local cuisine. While keeping up with light conversation, Monica started to become a little worried; Marco continued to be unusually quiet. Monica decided against dessert but Marco convinced her to share a desert with him.
Marco excused himself to use the restroom as they waited for the dessert. He arrived back at the table seconds before the dessert. The waiter placed the covered dish on the table in front of Monica. Marco placed his hand over hers, pulling it towards his lips as he began to kiss her palm softly. “Do you realize how much I love you? My life has felt totally complete with you as a part of it. I can’t imagine my life without you?” Monica looked into Marco’s eyes and saw the sincerity causing a tear to escape and run down the side of her face. Marco used his thumb to swipe the tear away as he placed his other hand on the side of her face pulling her into a kiss. The kiss was so soft and gentle that it took her breath away. Her heart rate began to increase. “Baby are you okay? Where is all this coming from?” she asked. “I just need you to know how I feel about you,” he replied.
Monica was so into her conversation with Marco that she did not notice that the waiter was still standing there. Marco signaled the waiter and he lifted the covered dish to reveal a small black velvet box. Monica immediately covered her mouth with both of her hands as tears began to escape. Marco picked up the velvet box and stood to then got down on one knee as he opened it to reveal a