I felt Amelia lose herself in my arms; then she started to cry. She cried for the years she’s spent trying to please everyone but herself. She cried for the dreams she had buried because her parents wanted her to be someone else. She cried for her mother who didn’t get a chance to do what made her happy. I could only console her the best way I could. I could only hold her and tell her everything would be okay. However, I couldn't make her believe it.
Amelia raised her head as she cleaned her eyes. It was like she’d stopped crying at once and snapped to the desire for pleasure.
She moved in for a kiss. “You’re the only thing that makes sense in my life at the moment.”
“You can always rely on that.” I held her shoulders. She wanted me at this moment, and tonight, I’d do anything to make her happy.
Anything!
I kissed her on her forehead and gently took her mouth in a soft gentle kiss. I cupped her face, my hand moving through her fine silky hair. Her lips gave way to my tongue, savoring the taste of her mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips, and her nails dug into my back. I lifted her sheer nightgown up to her belly, just enough for her to wrap her leg around my back. I pulled away from the kiss as a chance to look at her while the sun shone on her face.
Amelia’s nipples were pointed now, erect and begging me to take them. I pushed back her hair and moved in for another longing, hungry kiss. She reciprocated the energy, scrambling for my joggers to take them off.
I held her hand and ordered, “Not yet, princess.”
She backed off and raised her hand over her head in a sign of total surrender. I had enough of feeling the nightgown’s fabric over Amelia’s skin, so I raised it out of the way. She wore nothing underneath. I inhaled sharply, looking down at the perfection of her body. I moved in again, taking every part of her mouth into mine, my hand circling her butt as if indicating possession. Her inner thighs welcomed my hand as I readily slid my fingers into her core. Her moan got louder, and she raised herself to my ears. I curved my fingers upward, touching the walls inside and gently stroking them as I watched her tilt her head backward from pleasure.
A gush of liquid came out of her; she sighed until my fingers went back in. Her loud moaning turned to a scream, and I rushed forward to kiss her once more. I found her clitoris, massaging the ecstasy out of it. I moved away from her lips, a bit downward, where I found her waiting nipples. My mouth took the left one. I circled my tongue around her nipple. Amelia shivered when the tip of my tongue touched it.
I grabbed her other nipple with my mouth, and Amelia lost herself underneath me.
I refrained for a moment to pull down my joggers to reveal my shooting penis. Amelia gasped at the sight of it. I saw her naked many times; yet, I always marveled when she stripped naked around me. I parted her legs again, sliding my fingers back into her wet middle. She was still wet and ready for me. I took out my fingers and replaced them with my pert penis. It relished entering into her sweet blissfulness.
Her warm insides welcomed me. The rose scent from her hair brought back the memory of our first night together. Amelia felt like perfection. I thrust into her as her hips raised to meet me. I found her legs, pulling them up around my neck as I thrust harder and harder. Her legs hung on my neck now; when I looked down at her, I saw her pussy release the creaminess of a pleasure surge. Amelia moaned through every thrust. I plunged into her deeply as she held onto the bed sheet, crying into the sound-proof walls.
I flipped her around to reveal her butt and thrust into it from behind. I pushed in as her cries increased. Our bodies met in total ecstasy. My breath was all over her, and her sweet, soothing scent caught my nostrils. Her juice met my dick halfway; she held on to the pillows tighter, as she screamed again. After a few minutes of consistent stroking and simultaneously teasing her nipples, I felt a climax shooting from my body. She surrendered to it, and I took Amelia with me. She clamped her teeth on the pillow, screaming into it as her own climax gushed through her body. Her legs shook involuntarily, and her breathing increased rapidly.
I groaned as my release came off me. The instant emptiness filled my brain, and I exhaled harder.
I held Amelia’s leg, feeling her legs gradually relax as she came down from her climax high. I looked down between her legs; we’d completely made a mess on the bed sheet. Amelia’s breathing got softer with each breath, and I pulled her close.
“I love you,” the words escaped Amelia’s mouth like a gratitude speech.
“I love you too,” my deep husky voice echoed in the room.
It hit me that I rarely told Amelia about my love for her. I never thought this day would come, but this was the day I realized that I’d do anything to keep Amelia by my side.
Anything.
****
This morning, we woke up to the loud sound of the doorbell. Someone was at the door, and they were being loud about it. I’d put my money on Troy, but I opened the door to Mr. Johnson. I must admit that I wasn’t expecting to see Amelia’s father in the house today. I thought he’d give his daughter more time to think about the new development, but guilt was a good force to drive a man into his daughter’s home.
“I’ll get Amelia for you,” I said as I ushered Mr. Johnson into the living room. This was Mr. Johnson’s first time being in our home.
Amelia walked in just in time. Her gaze moved from me and to her father. She looked back at me, “I found him by the door this morning.”
“It’s okay, Henry,” Amelia replied; then she turned to her father to ask, “Why are you here?”
“You left the house without saying a word to me,” Amelia’s father started. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“I always leave the house without talking to you, Dad. Why does it matter now?”
“I’m sorry, you had to find out this way,” he apologized.
“How was I supposed to find out?” Amelia asked politely. “You hid your affair for twenty-five years.”
“I didn’t mean to,” her father responded.