Rhonda’s skin literally prickled with the nervous tension that she could feel so intimately as she led Oberon out of the nursery to the corridor which was widely spread in the direction of the upper floor which were her own private quarters.
“There are electronic monitors everywhere in the house so that we can hear Ruriel in distress no matter where we are. Both I and the nurse are going to be aware of that, so it is not a problem if I close the door,” said Rhonda as she closed the door as if explaining a minor detail which was a matter of fact.
“I am sure that you have been quite meticulous in planning and setting up a safe environment for Ruriel, Rhonda,’ came Oberon’s clipped response. It was his way of showing dissent that he was hurt and angry that he had not been involved in any of the decisions that had been so crucial and vital for bringing up their child. The tight reply put an even tighter band her chest constricting her breath. Oberon’s resentment at being lef
Rhonda wanted to feel it, wanted to lose herself in it and wanted to wallow in the sense that Oberon Hunter was hers and hers only---hers to have and hers to hold until….No she would not think beyond this moment. If life came to her in this way that she had to think just of this moment and she had to live in the moment then she was willing to do that. She was willing to live her entire life in this moment if he kept his words and was true and good to them. And she knew that just like every man of honour Oberon Hunter knew that his word was of maximum value in his position.Everything was pulsing within her with the pleasure that Oberon could evoke so easily, so why not let herself indulge in this dream of loving her for as long as he brought her to this brilliant pitch of vibrant life which had been missing all along since the last night that they had spent together.Yes, was dancing through her mind.Yes, was humming through her bloodstream.Yes, was
Rhonda moves her head closer to Oberon. He sits frozen, from both fear and excitement. She leans in, so her foreheads rests against his. They close their eyes. Both their breaths are shaking. "Thank you," she says in barely more than a whisper. "For what?" He replies, his voice low and husky. "For being you." Her voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between them. He laughed as he said,” That is my Rhonda!! But no way that the image in my mind is going to be dampened,” he said with much relish, then swooped her right off her feet and carried her up in his arms. He was cradling her across his chest just as easily he was cradling Ruriel.“Must try it out, sweetheart. Black might be a bit bland a stark but chocolate brown, mmmmm, now that is a warm colour and would be a warmer contrast to the pearly gleam of your skin.” Rhonda gently leans in and kisses Oberon's warms lips. They pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to co
“You don’t have to keep telling me that you are different from all the other women who have filled my life till now. I hear it, I see it, I feel it, I taste it and I can smell it. Every single sense I have is constantly pointing it out to me,” said Rhonda was rendered speechless at his admission.Now all she needed to do was to keep her mouth shut successfully and all these problems would be gone and they would have been getting at it like rabbits.“The whole problem was….” He kept on going”….you didn’t fit into my picture.. So this time around I am going to keep you as centre piece and waiting and watching for the picture to develop around you. So let me focus more on you Rhonda. We will invariably get to the cotton, but don’t deny the pleasure there is in the sumptuous sexuality that you personify tonight.”Wicked pleasure.Designed to impact him and give her the secret thrill of knowing that it did. The battle of sexes----another piece of compelling strate
Seduction was what Rhonda did best, moving into Oberon's personal space with just the right look of heat in her eyes. She didn't just look at a man, she looked into him as if she knew his desires. With the kiss came the smooth touch of her body, poised, just the right blend of relaxation and tension.It had always been written in their gaze, a chemistry, a seed of love, an invitation to learn about the other. Always with a crowd, they stood apart, hearts beating all the faster wh
Giving in, I kiss the top of the head, still not ready to surrender everything. I hold him in my hand as I lick around the top, teasingly taking him in, one bit at a time. This is the point of no return, this is what I enjoy, feeling him in my mouth, knowing his pleasure rating is skyrocketing, I take all of him in, sucking down the shaft and using my hands for the creation of friction and he turns to putty in my hands. Swift moves up and down, alternating between the things I know he likes to new things I have kept hidden, he is getting close. His fantasy will be fulfilled tonight as I get him to the breaking point, I finish him, I let him cum, willingly taking it in my mouth as the remaining drips down onto my waiting breasts. His ragged breathing tells me that he enjoyed what he received and I can only admit to enjoying what I gave. But I would be naïve to think that the night was over as it is far from being so. The one thing that
Lying in bed still mostly asleep, I feel your body wrapped protectively around mine, warming me. Eyes closed, I take in the sensations slowly. Your breath warm and moist on my neck. Our legs tangled together. Your arm loose around my waist. I slowly slide my hand up to cover yours where it lightly cups my breast. I snuggle deeper into you, breathing in your masculine scent, and feel you beginning to harden against me. I feel your chest expand against my back as you breathe deeply, tickling my ear as you exhale. I slowly move my hips back against you as I feel myself getting wet, hearing your soft moan vibrate against my ear. Your hand begins to lightly squeeze my breast, my nipple hardening against your palm. Your tongue slides out along my neck, tasting, teeth nibbling. The hair on your leg is rough between the smoothness of my thighs as you slide it slowly forward to rub against my wetness. I feel a spreading of my juices along my thighs as you slid
Before I even opened my eyes that morning I could hear the gentle sounds of rain hitting the roof. I sighed softly and snuggled closer to you, feeling the comfort of your warm body near me as you smiled in your sleep. I love to watch you sleep, you look so calm and serene as your dreams play out and distant looks of happiness and hope cross your face. I sometimes like to think that it’s me you’re seeing in your dreams, because I know that you tend have a starring role in mine. Your back was to me that morning, so I slowly snaked my arm around your body to hold you closer to me. Even in your sleep you responded to my touch and held onto the arm that was draped across your body. I fell back asleep like this, with our bodies pressed together and our legs intertwined. I woke up again, but this time not because of the rain. I felt your hand on my thigh, and then felt it slowly start to caress, moving higher and higher on my leg unti
We stared at each other in an odd way, as if it were a silent argument. Our glances battled each other, until tears arose, and we found ourselves crying."Why did you do it?" I hiccuped, tears rolling down with the same quietness. He sighed, wiping his own tears, before rising from the hospital bed, and wandering toward the window with a curious slowness. His hand was curled around his stomach and he staggered in mental and physical pain. I felt an urge to do something, to comfort him, but also myself. In a moment I pressed my lips against his, felt his body loosen and arms touch my shoulders. I chuckled beneath the salty tears, "It's payback." Then we hovered right there, quite soundless for so long, simply feeling each other's presence.She grabs my arm. The one that’s covered in little angry red scars. My heart skips a beat. She doesn’t react. Did she know already? “How long?”