Chapter 46: Chapter 46
Angelica
Three years later
The dream
We were insatiable love birds.
My tongue flicked out and wet my lips, libido awakened by the sensuality he oozed. Hot. All of a sudden I was inexplicably hot even though the air conditioner was on full in the bedroom. Augustus's lids lowered, eyes darkening, emotion dancing in his optics now. We stared at each other, and I could see in his tempestuous eyes if he took me at this very minute, it would be fast and hard and...fucking hot.
Taking pre-emptive action, I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands clasped my hips and pulled me onto his lap. His tongue dipped into my mouth, exploring, as we ravaged each other hard, hungrily, thrust for thrust. Lips bitten, tongues tangled, moans absorbed. Yanking up my dress, he freed my legs so I could straddle him, our lips never parting. Hands squeezing my ass, he flexed his hips forward, allowing me to feel his hard erection. Oh god, I wanted him so, so bad. His thoughts must have mirrored mine, because he spared no time in freeing himself from the constraints of his pants and made quick work of shifting my panties and entering me. "Ah," I moaned at the brief pain from his size, closing my eyes and tipping my head back. He attacked my neck, sucking and nipping as he thrust up into my strides. "Harder," he breathed.
"Faster." Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I did as he commanded, reveling in the feel of him swelling inside me. No latex between, just us, hard against soft. The feeling was exquisite, and I felt the wave building at my impending orgasm. Augustus's breathing grew harsher, more ragged as I rode him, taking all of him, our juices mixing. My legs trembled and my strides accelerated, harder, faster, possessed. This wave was going to be a big one. Vibrations rocked me as the wave rose up in the sea. I surfed on the edge before the wave swallowed me whole and crashed me onto the shore. I shattered around my lover, contracting at my release. Air hissing through his teeth. Augustus gripped my waist and slammed me down onto him, punctuating his last hard thrust with a feral "Damn you, Ari!" He pulsated inside me, flooding me with his latent as he buried his face into my cleavage, his arms wrapped tightly around me. Then we sagged, spent, and stayed that way for… who knows how long.
*****
Like every day I was standing on the small table with a red tie in my hands facing my husband. Lifting up the collar of his white dress shirt I placed the tie around his neck. His eyes were upon me holding a light smile as I loop the string tugging its edges. Taking my chin between his fingers he gently raises my head to meet his eyes. My orbs slowly rise from his slim neck to his chiselled jaw gazing at his soft lips that makes my cupid heart skip a beat. Gulping inaudible to hide the lewdness, my optics scroll from his pointed nose to reach his beautiful chocolate browns that always brought a mysterious thrill to my existence.
His hands passively reach my waist slightly nudging me forwards and I let out an involuntary squeak gripping his shoulders. Tiny lines appeared from the corners of his eyes, his forehead was slightly furrowed. Time had marked him yet his smile continues to be as charismatic like that of our younger days melting my insides as always. “Would I ever let you fall sweetheart?” Yes, he was always there behind me watching me not to drop and swift to hold me before I fall.
Augustus’s voice was hoarse enrapturing me to an unacquainted pleasure. As he pecks my lips with a warm chuckle, I couldn’t stop asking him the question that was long awaited. “Why are your feelings for me undisclosed in front of children, Augustus?” He gives me a full blown smile pulling me to a jubilant hug. “Children like their parents to be in love but they don’t relish it when they romance in their presence.”
Soon there was a knock at the door and Sandro emerges inside our room. “Dad, I designed a space rocket.” He holds up the model to his dad. “This was displayed in our school’s science fest and I won the first prize. My teacher congratulated me and said I would be representing my school at the nationals.” Sandro shares the gleeful news in all joy with his dad. “That’s great my son.” Augustus pats Sandro’s shoulder complimenting his success. There was a glint of vaunt in Augustus actions for his son’s achievements but suddenly Sandro’s voice turns glum. “Dad you were asked to come to the school yesterday because the principal had complains about me. I am very sorry to cause you such a trouble.” Our son expresses his deep regret. “You never make mistakes my son and I am sure about it.” Augustus assures and brings Sandro to a hug with a sense of pride in his voice.
“Dad, during recess I was discussing the project with my friends when Abby arrived in my class with tearful eyes. Looking at her gloomy face I knew something was wrong. I took her out of my class to find out the reason. An idiotic flirt was causing her troubles and I had to mend his ways for obtruding my sister.” There was no taking back in our son’s voice. A supercilious smile adorns Augustus’s features. Putting a hand on Sandro’s shoulder he accentuates his previous proclamation.
“My son never goes wrong in his decisions.”
Abby was full of giggles at the breakfast table dressed in her pink mermaid dress. “Mom, will you braid my hair. I will be leaving to Cassandra’s birthday party in another half an hour.” She asks me gleaming in joy. “Sure sunshine, I will tie your hair just the way you wanted.” I assure our daughter. “Don’t be late in the evening princess.” Augustus kisses Abby on the cheeks and picks up his coat to leave for office waving us a goodbye.
“Abby wait.” Sandro reaches her upper arm before she leaves the breakfast table. “I will be in my friend’s place just three blocks away from Cassandra’s house. If there would be any problem with that coquet I am only a phone call away.” Sandro assures his younger sister with a voice of command and power but with subtle softness, a trait he has definitely imbibed from his dad.
It was night after I finished my chores. My husband was studying an office file taking small sips of scotch while making a stroll in our master bedroom. I come out of the steaming washroom after having a relaxing shower putting on just a plain white shirt of Augustus. My pointed pink buds and genitalia were relatively exposed through the plain shirt but that did not matter. Nobody was supposed to watch me. It was well passed mid night and the children were asleep.
Augustus notices me and something twitches in his eyes. With a light smile he rests the glass, file on the side table and advances towards me in slow predatory steps. With his every move forward I stride backwards in a tensed aura. His ravenous gaze got me to an uncontrollable appetence. I lick my lips in covet as he corners me to one of the walls of our bedroom with his hands fixed on either sides of my face.
“What is my little wife trying to do, seduce me with her half naked outfit?” His whisper goes hoarse in my ear with a light chuckle after running his nose along the length of my neck. His manly scent combined with a slender smell of alcohol ran erotic tingles down my body. I inhale deep and try to push him laying my hands on his firm chest but he was too difficult to move. Letting up my shirt a little he tips his finger deep into my folds getting me to a capricious shiver by his hankering touch but the excitement was short lived as he brings out his finger from my pleasuring pleats.
“What are you doing?” I almost cry begging him to touch me again. “Not so fast baby.” He grips my waist firm and places me fastidious on the bed. I giggle like a school girl and try to escape his hold but he starts tickling directing me to a fit of cackles. “My little dove has become very naughty. It is time to teach her a lesson.” His voice turns gruff and acutely mannish. Gearing me to bed, he kisses me merciless and pulls up my shirt. The room fills by our moans with the culmination of our spilled juices in a breathless agglutination of absolute bliss.
Sex is not physical gratification of desires but an ultimate feeling of LOVE which is beyond words of expression.
I choose her over and over
Without a pause without a doubt
If beauty and brains were ever to be described,
They could take her name and have it inscribed.
Her face is carved out by Angels above,
carefully crafted with dedication and love.
Her presence is enough to make my heart thumping,
her smile enough to make my lips quivering.
I don’t want to be her favourite or her best.
I want to be hers only and forget the rest.
My eyes always search for hers,
That I will never love anyone as much as I love her.
Loving Her is out of habit, a feeling I cherish the best.
Augustus and Angelica lead many years of blessed life with togetherness, cherishing joy and spread the power of love to many future generations.
The End.