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?”
From the time that Ruriel woke them up next morning with his cry heard over the monitors, Oberon started operating on the assumption that Rhonda would marry him and no question was asked whether it was actually settled between them, no question about what Rhonda actually wanted and when was it going to be discussed. Watching him with their baby son and watching him share his new life with him and taking pleasure in their company that made her stay silent and go about all her duties as a new mother since the morning.Oberon was trying to be a hands on active from the very beginning and Ruriel was also taking him very well provided that he was a baby and to him Oberon was a virtual stranger. Rhonda could not bring herself to disabuse the idea from him.Let it ride for the moment, she thought. She wanted to see how long Oberon’s keenness for it lasted, to be the new father and to have a family. New
“Once I lodge this at the register office along with all the necessary documents and the relevant ones of course---copies of our birth certificates and all other stuff like that we are going to have to wait for a month,” Oberon informed Rhonda. He hitched himself up in the front of the desk directly before her line of sight taking the position of commandeering dominant control. His arrogance was staggering and so overbearing that Rhonda could not help but sigh out loud at his words.A month, she thought as she looked at him. Was a month going to be long enough to see and find out if Oberon really wanted this? Was a month going to be long enough for testing how genuine Oberon’s commitment was going to be for both herself and towards their son?“Which means that we will be running into Christmas and New Year,” he kept on going with his own line of thought,” making the
Rhonda’s announcement came as a shock to Oberon. He looked at her with the same shocked expression when she put down the pen after signing the papers and looking at him with a cold glint in her eyes which would only mean that she was not going to change her decision no matter what the situation was.She faced Oberon with decision made in her eyes and Oberon could not believe exactly what he was hearing from her.“Why not?” he asked. His eyes were narrowed and he looked at her with a fierce gaze with probing assessment. Then he continued,” I don’t think that any one of us is planning to do this again Rhonda, I mean it is going to be a one-off. So why not make a statement? Why not make the big splash and the whole fairy-tale wedding that the women want?”“Hah!! Fairy-tale wedding!!! What an idea Oberon…you of all people should unde
“Whose voice are you listening to Oberon? Why are you so keen on making this a public statement?” she threw back at him in a fiery challenge,” What focus do you have on our wedding day?”“My focus is completely clear and honest Rhonds. I am not going to hide anything about us and neither am I going to be thinking that this is something that I can’t be upfront about either, what is the problem with that?” he drilled back as Rhonda looked at him in a heated manner.Her cheeks burned under his intense gaze of criticism that she was being less than open about their marriage and she was not going to tolerate that under any circumstances. ”Oh!! Funny!! Really Oberon!! I thought that this wedding was going to be about how we are coming together…me you and Ruriel! When did it start developing the agendas of exposing this to the other people?”
Oberon had planned to give this party before they left for Bolivia, its purpose to publicly celebrate their marriage which he still felt was the important thing to do. Their happiness together, he declared, would confound everyone and make it a scintillating affair, all the guests, glittering madly around them and trying to shine lights on cracks in their relationship and forced to concede failure because there were none.And that was certainly happening tonight, thought Rhonda, secretly amused by some of the outrageous questions that had been tossed at her and Oberon tonight as they stood arm in arm, greeting and chatting up with the guests who were rolling up despite the short notice. The whole A-list of Sydney society was agog with discussion to assess the newly married couple and how on earth had they been able to buy the place at Piper point as a family home.Besides, people generally wished them
Rhonda knew intuitively that he would retreat from her if she did not show her that she believed in him. Now was the moment to capture the intimacy that they had not reached before.”I am sorry that I listened to your mother. She conjured up things that have plagued my life and although I tried to look past them, I needed you to set them aside for me, to make me feel right with you again,” said Rhonda.“Have I done that?” asked Oberon, with blazing intensity in his gaze.“Yes,” she answered emphatically.” Yes, you have.”“Good!” A fierce triumph blazed from his eyes,” Because you are right for me, Rhonda. So very right for me. In every possible way that there is.”It would be easy now to revel in the rightness that he felt with her, to hold him to herself an
Oberon set down the towel that he had used to wipe down the water from his body and then drew Rhonda in a loose embrace as he focused his mind on speaking the truth on seeking the best path towards understanding. He rested his forehead lightly on hers and almost like he needed their minds to meet.“You have a family,” he started,” It may be dysfunctional but you have met every single member of it. You know what they are like. You know which cousins you like and which you hate. You know where they come from and you know what they can do. You can mix both freely with them, both on your mother’s side and on your father’s side.”Her shoulders pulled back, muscle tensing, whether in impatience or resistance he could not tell but she was in tune with this talk about her family.“That’s not to say that you were not alone, Rhonda. I know
Oberon felt too raw, too angry, too exposed, to be anywhere near Rhonda or near their son. He was not in the right state of mind to be taking care of Ruriel either. It was wrong to use his own fatherhood as a blindfold to the churning hatred stirred by his father’s attitude towards himself and his brothers and sisters…owing all of them nothing except their lives and not even each other. He had to deal with this all alone and then move past it…he had to step forward in the future.He sought out Karen, the nurse for Ruriel who was now an integral part of their household, finding her in the nursery quarters where Ruriel was due to have his morning nap. Having left his son in her care, he decided that what he needed at the moment was some of the hard mindless, physical exertion to get off from this sickening inner turbulence that was churning his insides.Oberon headed to the boatshed b
“Don’t you see it?” roared Oberon,” Don’t you get how obscene this is? We are not his sons and daughters.. we are not his children…we are just performing monkeys for him…who will perform the tricks and he will enjoy it from hell or wherever he is!!”He threw out his hands in furious disgust and then he advanced in the direction of Ferrera with his hands moving animatedly,” And you…you are the other director of the circus to make sure that we perform right, isn’t it? Having fun, are you? Seeing how well the outcast bastards are going to come back into Cedric Hunter’s fold when he dangles the carrot of money in front of all of us? Are you making sure of handing out the rewards to us like the good performing monkeys get peanuts when they finished their act?”Ferrera stiffened in the face of the oncoming attack and said,&rdquo
“Serendipity, yes,” Oberon bit his words concededly,” But my marriage to Rhonda had nothing to do with the conditions that my father laid down for inheriting a part of his estate which he supposed too be my worth and my share.”“The inheritance…” the lawyer gestured his hands indicating that it was simply an ambivalent factor.” Cedric simply used that as a power tool to drive you to re-appraising your life from the way that you were leading it when you received the letter a few months ago? It worked, did it not?”Breath hissed out from Oberon’s clenched teeth. He was steaming at this manipulation which was being orchestrated from the grave however Rhonda reasoned that it had actually done him no harm. Even if it was the rebellion against the way that Cedric Hunter had lived his life still then it had led them to here where they shared togethe
The furious words crackled across the room as Oberon charged through it, barely clothed in one of the white toweling robes kept at the dressing room of the terrace pool. It hung loosely at his shoulders, gaping at the front because he clearly had not stopped long enough to drag the edges together and do up the tie-belt. The brief black swimsuit that he wore underneath was clearly visible.Ruriel, probably still naked as he had been in the pool was wrapped in a towel and riding in the crook of his father’s arm, his little face looking brilliantly alert to the fascination of his father in steaming attack mode, his gaze following Oberon’s other arm as it stabbed out at Mr. Ferrera then swept back, pointing to the door.“Get out of our home!” he roared.“Oberon!!” The shock literally exploded from Rho
Rhonda was in the dining room, watching the apple-green silk curtains being put up. She had this warm snuggly feeling inside her that this was not a house anymore. And was gradually turning into their home. It was not a showcase of intimidating possessions but a place which soon become pleasing, harmonious and comfortable.Rhonda was not expecting any visitors. It was Saturday and morning was not a time for people to call, especially in their home not without an appointment. It surprised her greatly when their newly appointed housekeeper, Betsy came into the dining room to find her and to hand her a business card and announce,” I have put the gentleman in the parlour, Mrs. Hunter.”The gentleman. The rather old fashioned term and the respectful tone on the housekeeper’s voice immediately piqued Rhonda’s interest. The extremely efficient Betsy was only in her later forties and ha
We lie quietly for a few minutes more, and my hand now travels down your body, reaching your ass where I begin to lightly stroke you there. I know how much you like being petted there, and sure enough, after a few moments I begin to feel your nipples harden on my chest."Get up, sweetie," I whisper in your ear. You climb off of me, and sit on the bed, looking down at me. I can now see just how hard your nipples are, jutting out from your breasts hanging down on your body."Come up here," I say, pointing to the middle of the bed, "and kneel." You do as instructed, kneeling and facing the headboard. "Good girl - now bend over and put your head on the pillow." You comply with my instruction, putting you in one of my favorite positions. Your arms are folded, your head between them resting on the pillow, your pass pointing up into the air. I move around behind you, and gentle nudge your knees, moving them farther apa