“November, 15th,” burst out of her tongue.
“What about it?” he shot back.
“That was the day you called me wanting to set up a meeting asking if I had come back from Las Vegas or not. You said that you had been waiting from me to get back from there. You said that you had missed me,” said Rhonda.
“I did miss you but I did not say that I was waiting for you to be back from Vegas. I had said that Libby was back in Sydney so since you were her PR it was logical that you would be back with her as well. I thought that you were back home with her,” said Oberon.
It jolted the swirling chaos in her mind to a stand still and calmer and sober re-assessment. His recollection of the words spoken were far more accurate than hers and he had not lied to her even then. But he had not spoken the truth either.
Rhonda lay very still, absorbing the passion pumping from Oberon deeply moved by it yet she was wretchedly unsure that how much of this caring was actually aimed at her. When his mouth crashed down to hers, ruthlessly aimed at making her feel it, she did not let its wild marauding, letting her lips respond to every pressure that he subjected them to, moving her tongue to the driving command of his, mentally registering every erotic sensation that he incited in her and feeling familiar bursts of desire deep inside her body.Just go with them, she told herself.Oberon might have just as well chosen her to marry for the sake of proving something about himself. He could very well be alive and continue to be satisfied with living as his wife of choice. As the situation stood---she and Ruriel were standing as the personal beneficiaries to the man that Oberon was which he was stood to become instead of contin
Oberon's POVI've come into the house where you are lying down to take a nap, but when I check on you, you're not sleeping yet. You complain that you can't sleep, you're too tense for a nap.I sit on the bed next to you, the weight of my body causing yours to roll just a bit toward me. I quietly tell you to close your eyes and begin to rub your back over your shirt. With the palm of my hand, I trace gentle circles over your back, trying to help ease the tension out of your body. I feel you relaxing a bit, as your shoulders drop and you stretch out, your body calling out for more of my touch.Now warmed from the friction of rubbing over your shirt, I take my hand and lift your shirt, transferring my massage to your bare skin. I knew you weren't wearing a bra, and I now feel the soft skin on your back. You continue to relax even further, as I lift your shirt up, bunching it near your neck. I gently massage your shoulders wit
You plant your feet flat on the bed, and lift your hips up and hold that position. I can see it's not easy for you, but I make you stay like that for about 30 seconds, wondering what is going to happen. Finally, I reach my hands on both sides of your hips, grasping your pajamas, and yank them down to your knees. "Okay, put your hips down now and lift your legs." This time you comply much faster, not wanting to feel the sting of my hand on your breast again. I pull your pajama bottoms off your legs, now leaving you fully naked in all your glory in front of me. What I sensed before through my touch is confirmed both by sight and smell; I can see the wetness leaking out of your pussy, and the pungent smell reaches both of us at the same time, as I see you twitch your nose in the realization of what you are smelling.I sit down next to you on the side of the bed, and wait. The anticipation is burning in you, as you know not what I w
"Ohhhhhh," you moan as my wet tongue makes contact with your nipple for the first time. After flicking it back and forth, I press my lips around it and suck it into my mouth. It becomes obscenely big at my touch, and I pull back from you, removing it from my lips with a "pop," causing you to gasp again."You enjoyed that, sweetie, didn't you," I whisper in your ear."Oh god, yes -- do you know what you are doing to me?" you say in a halting breath."Yes, my love, I have a very good idea what I am doing to you," I answer. "But this is just the beginning."I spend a few minutes playing with your nipples this way, first one, then the other, teasing them with my lips and tongue. I put one on my mouth, and first lightly swirl my tongue around it, then I use my lips to suck on it hard. As I do this, each gets very large, only to soften back down as I turn to the other. You continue to moan as I do this, but I stop
"Where are you going?" you ask, a note of concern in your voice, your frustration coming through ."Nowhere, pet, I am right here," I answer reassuringly. "I'm not going anywhere." I stand away from the bed, removing my clothes, and placing them on the chair across the room. You hear the rustling, but are not sure what is happening.I return to the bed, and release each of your restraints from the bed posts, legs first and then your wrists. "Roll over on your back, my sweet."You comply, shaking your limbs lightly as they are unbound for the first time in half an hour or so. I then reattach the restraints to the bedposts, immobilizing you once again on the bed. I kneel next to you and for the first time you realize I am now as naked as you. Leaning down, I plant a kiss on your lips. Your tongue immediately seeks out mine, darting into my mouth, searching to engage mine. I give you what you seek, a deep, passionate kiss
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
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
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