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Henry ignored the call again. “It’s not important,”

“Is it Julia?” The question jumped out of my mouth before I could think.

Henry raised his eyebrows. “How do you know about Julia?”

Henry didn’t look guilty. He only looked surprised, like a man caught with a clear conscience.

Chapter six

The Call Off

Henry

“How do you know about Julia?” I asked Amelia again. She isn't disoriented, which means she was pretty confident about her knowledge of my personal life.

“I just know,” Amelia replied. “Okay, I did my assignment on you.”

“You mean you stalked me?”

“No, I did an investigation.” Amelia paused and added, “Look, we are getting married in a few weeks. I just wanted to know everything I can about the man I’m marrying.”

My shoulders relaxed. Amelia had the right to do a little digging about the man she was about to marry. "What did you find out about Julia?"

“Everything,” she replied. By everything, I was guessing she knew about the long-dead sex life Julia and I once shared.

“I ended things with her way before I knew about you...I thought you should know.”

“You don't have to give me an explanation,” Amelia retorted. “I have no business getting angry with the life you lived before meeting me.”

Amelia's calmness and contagious happy spirit made me wonder if she was from planet earth.“She is not a threat to you,” I promised Amelia. "She is not a threat to you."

I noticed that I hope so look at Amelia's face. It made me doubt if I could truly protect Amelia from Julia.

“I’ve got to go!” Amelia stood up with the white bed sheet wrapped around her. I looked away, noticing she didn’t want me to see her naked.

We've had had sex twice, and Amelia still wasn’t comfortable with me seeing her naked. I let her have the privacy she requested. She went into the living room in search of her clothes and returned to tell me that she couldn't find them anywhere.

“The maid must have taken them to the laundry,” I slowly broke the news to Amelia, whose eyes widened.

“I’m on call this morning.” She checked her phone’s screen for the third time. “I can’t afford to get to the hospital late today.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t go.” I pulled her closer. “Spend the evening with me. I’ll put the word in with Troy.”

Amelia relaxed more, and I slowly took off the white sheet she had wrapped around herself. “You shouldn’t be shy with me,” I said. “I want to see you in all your glory.”

I kissed Amelia on the neck, and she didn't tell me to stop. She didn't hold my hand back in protest but let me kiss her down to her breasts. I took a deep breath as my mouth touched her nipples. Her round, plump breasts were a sight to behold. I refrained a bit as I took one round, full breast in my hand. I kissed the top of it before putting her erect nipple into my mouth.

Amelia's fingers dig into my hair as a sign of her escalating pleasure. She let out a soft moan; her moaning became louder as I took turns to suck her nipples. Amelia’s hips rose to meet my groin. She spread her legs wider, wrapping her legs around my back. Her head fell back on the bed while she anticipated my entrance. My hand went around her buttocks, and I squeezed her round butt cheek.

Wetness from her pussy was dripping on my penis. I slid my fingers in to feel the moisture. I quickly rubbed her clitoris and watched her lose herself in my arms. I moved down, her thigh angled just across my face. I slid her forward so that her legs hung on my neck. I buried my face under her while my tongue did the rest, sliding down the slippery path around her vulva. A touch on her clitoris sent a shocking wave into Amelia’s spine. She shivered – a quick one – like electricity passing through her body.

Amelia tasted sweet, like a mixture of strawberry and lemon. Her hands dug into my hair as she let pleasure sweep into her bones. Her moaning grew louder. She held the sheets tight, holding herself but not screaming in pain. I rose from under her, finding her lips for a deep, passionate kiss. Her thighs were still parted, waiting for the moment I would enter. Her eyes rolled back in her head, stirring a deep longing for her.

I felt a rush of blood course through my veins, and my erection stood longer than before. I took it as a cue to enter, but not without Amelia's permission.

“Do you want it now?” My deep voice echoed through the room.

Amelia’s voice was lost from pleasure, so she nodded hastily. Amelia’s impatience made her slide my dick inside her. I slowly moved into her and let the moisture from her pussy guide me in. Amelia's soft moan turned into a cry. Her voice came back to me when it went around the room. It sang from pleasure and surrender. She let go as I made her my own. She was my woman and would soon be my wife. She raised her hips to me, and my slow rhythm turned faster. Amelia’s moan matched the clap from our collision. I swiftly turned her left leg around so that her butt faced me as I entered again from behind. Her moans got louder as I hit deeper. We moved to each other in a steamy, passionate rhythm, and she met me halfway.

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