“Show me,” he said in a low voice.
“What?” She was totally thrown.
“Show me your breasts,” he said slowly. “Lift them up and present them to me to look at.”
A rush of liquid surged between her legs. With a deep breath, she lifted her breasts in her hands. They overspilled, but she tried to keep them together as she raised them up to him.
He took a step closer and she held her breath. She was suddenly aware of the massive bulge in his trousers. It aroused her even more.
“Beautiful,” he said and reached out a hand, gently stroking a finger across her nipples. She felt them strain as they tightened even more, stretching to big red points that shot out in each direction. She silently begged him to touch them some more. He grinned, raising an eyebrow.
“Now the panties,” he said in his deep voice.
She gasped. They’re so wet!
He was still staring at her expectantly.
What’s the matter with me? He’s seen me naked before! But this felt different. Almost like a different person—or at least, a different side to the same person. This was hot. This was exciting. This was a little scary.
She kicked off her shoes and slowly pulled down her bikini panties. It was a relief to be rid of them, she realized. They were wet and uncomfortable. She felt him stare at her wet pussy. Oh God! She felt a trickle run down her leg. She cringed. He grinned.
After scrutinizing her body for a little longer, he finally spoke.
“Lay on the bed.”
She jumped onto the big, soft, bed and lay on her back in front of him.
“Arms above your head.”
She complied.
She heard him kick off his boots through the thunder of her heartbeat.
She felt the bed dip as he leaned over her, his elbow at the side of her head, supporting his weight. His burning lips gently touched hers, nibbling his way around her lips, and then his tongue licked its way around before finding its way inside her welcoming mouth. The gentleness of his kiss gave way to the domination of her mouth, and she felt her pussy gush and ache. His hand trailed down to her breast and he pulled her throbbing nipple between his finger and thumb. She gasped and panted as he let his hand slither down over her round tummy and he stroked her pubic hair.
“Please,” she cried breathlessly.
“Please what?” He teased, that deep voice sending sparks straight to her girl parts.
She gasped. He wants me to spell it out?
“Please touch me.”
“I am touching you, sweetheart,” he said slowly. “Can’t you feel it?”
He knows damn well what I can feel!
“Touch–touch my pussy! Make me come—please!” She almost shouted at him.
“I see, like this?” He stroked his finger through her lips, gently brushing her clit on his way up. She bucked beneath him.
“Oh God, yes!”
He stroked around her pussy as he devoured her in a salacious kiss. His tongue poked in and out of her hot mouth, mimicking what she wanted his cock to do to her pussy. She was panting as he pulled his mouth away.
Eban moved down the bed, leaving her feeling bereft. She heard a creak of the floorboards as he knelt by the side of the bed and she gasped as he pulled her legs wide apart, sliding her so that her bottom was right at the edge of the big bed.
She almost screamed as she felt his hot tongue slide up her pussy and nudge her engorged clit. She thrust a fist into her mouth to keep herself quiet. The feeling was exquisite as he lapped and sucked at her labia, before poking his tongue inside her, while he held her legs splayed well apart. He looked down at her pussy with a salacious grin, licking his lips.
“You are so beautiful, Amaranda,” he said.
His voice made her gush even more and she flushed. He giggled as he bent back down and licked her up, sucking hard on her lips in the process.
“Eban!” she screamed through her fist.
“Make as much noise as you like. Mom won’t hear you from the kitchen, and even if she does it won’t matter.” He chuckled at her efforts to keep quiet.
Thank God!
His fingers delved into her vagina as he licked at her pussy, careful to lap all around her clit without touching the sensitive tip.
She felt herself lift up further from the bed as the ache became unbearable. Her pussy tightened and he swiped over the clit as she screamed and gushed her climax. Bright lights sparkled in front of her eyes as he continued to lap it all up. She twitched and clenched with aftershocks, gasping for air.
“Oh God, Eban!”
“Do you want me?” His voice was deep and low as he unzipped his trousers.
“Yes—yes please.” She was still panting.
His dick felt like a rod of iron as he thrust it straight into her.
“Aah!”
He slowly eased it back out before plunging it straight back in again. She felt like it had gone right into her womb. It was long and hard and burned its way straight through her. God it’s so good!
She heard him gasp as his balls drew up and she felt him crush into her, exploding hot cum into her tight pussy. She felt herself erupt straight away, her boiling cum mingling with his, spilling out like a river onto the white eiderdown. His strength sapped, he hurled himself onto the bed next to her. She slid herself up the bed and laid her throbbing head on his heaving, golden chest. She could hear nothing but the blood rushing through her own body and the hammering of his heartbeat beneath her. She closed her eyes and merely felt. She breathed deeply to calm herself and let herself drift away into a euphoric stupor. His arm had wrapped itself around her shoulder and she felt the heat permeate from him. Nothing else mattered. This was bliss.
Chapter 9
It was dark when Amaranda woke, still curled in Eban’s arms. She stirred sleepily. He was already awake, watching her. How long has he been doing that?
“Hi,” she said quietly.
“Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”
“Fine, just a bit sore.” She smiled, remembering.
“I hope I wasn’t too rough on you?” He looked concerned.
“No, it was lovely.” She snuggled into him.
“You hungry?”
Her tummy rumbled right on cue, making them both giggle.
“Let’s see if Mom’s left us any supper.”
He passed her what looked like a toweling coat, and she frowned.
“It’s a bathrobe, put it on.”
It was beautifully soft against her skin as she wrapped it round her and tied the belt around the waist.
Eban giggled, pulling on a pair of shorts. “It’s a bit big for you, I’ll buy you one of your own, perhaps in pink.”
“That would be lovely,” she said, hugging herself in the cool material.
They went downstairs quietly. The house was in darkness. Amaranda spied the note on the kitchen table as soon as Eban switched on the light.
Called you for dinner but you were busy. Have left something in the refrigerator—just pop it in the microwave when you’re ready.
Eban chuckled as Amaranda flushed.
“She called us and we didn’t hear. She must think we’re so rude!”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, she’s not mad, there’s a smiley face, see?”
He pointed out the tiny picture on the note and Amaranda grinned. His mom is so cool! She watched in awe as he took the two plates of dinner from the cold cupboard, which must be the refrigerator, and popped them in what looked like a box. He set a timer and the food cooked in a few minutes.
“I’ll show you how to use the microwave,” he said, smiling at her expression.
They sat at the table and ate their meal, roast beef with Yorkshire puddings and vegetables. Amaranda had never tasted anything like it. She sat back, a satisfied sigh escaping her as she looked around her.
“You look tired. Let’s get back to bed.” Eban was on his feet and putting their dirty dishes in the dishwasher in n
o time.
“We really need to talk,” she said with a slightly disgruntled frown.
“Tomorrow. We need to sleep now.”
He wasn’t taking no for an answer as he led her back to bed. She wasn’t really in the mood for talking anyway, but was conscious that he seemed to be making a habit of postponing the inevitable. The thought faded as she snuggled back into his warmth and was soon fast asleep again.
* * * *
“What are your plans today?” Jerusha asked as they all sat on the outside decking eating breakfast. It was a lovely warm day, and Amaranda was wearing her new dress. Her hair was still wet from the shower, and it lay in cool waves around her shoulders.
“I thought I might take Amaranda shopping,” Eban announced. “Do you want to come along, Mom?”
“Well, I don’t want to be in the way, but I don’t have to be at the hospital until this afternoon. Your dad’s having a scan this morning—he was so much better yesterday, they think he might be home in a week or so.”
“That’s great, Mom. I think Amaranda could do with your opinion today, we’re going to get her some new clothes.”
Amaranda’s face lit up. After the way Mitzi looked at her yesterday, she would much prefer to wear “normal” clothes. “Ooh, yes, please, Jerusha, I’d love some help choosing.”
“In that case I’d love to come.” Jerusha smiled as she gathered the dirty dishes and took them inside. Amaranda helped clear the rest of the table and followed her into the kitchen.
“I’m so sorry about last night,” Amaranda said sheepishly as she helped stack the dishwasher.
“Oh, that’s OK. I’m glad you were enjoying yourselves.” Jerusha winked at her and she giggled, flushing a little.
“I was young once, too, you know,” Jerusha murmured as she set the machine.
“I don’t know what came over him, he was so…” Amaranda began.
“I do,” Jerusha said with a grin. “I saw the way you and Pascal looked at each other. Eban was jealous—he was letting you know you belonged to him.”
Amaranda stood openmouthed. Jerusha laughed.
“It’s OK,” the older lady said. “He’s a man, it’s only natural.”
Eban walked in as they were laughing, and shook his head.
“You ladies ready?”
Jerusha grabbed her purse and followed them out. Instead of going to Jerusha’s big black car, Eban led them to a shiny red one.
“I’ll drive,” he announced, opening the doors for them to get in.
“You drive, too?” Amaranda was amazed.
“Of course, I’ll teach you, if you like.” He grinned proudly.
“Oh no, I don’t think I could do that.” Amaranda climbed into the back seat.
“No, you sit up front with me.”
Jerusha smiled at Amaranda and nodded. “Do as your fiancé says, I’ll be fine in the back.”
“But I thought you’d rather sit in the front?”
“Your place is in the front when I’m driving.” Eban was adamant, so Amaranda thought it best not to argue.
The women chatted happily all the way into town. Eban was quiet, which Amaranda would have assumed was because he was concentrating on driving, had his demeanor not have changed so much lately. He looked gorgeous in a white shirt and blue trousers, which she now understood were called jeans. His chin seemed to be jutted out a little more prominently, and he looked even more masculine than usual. Jealousy certainly suits him!
Jerusha knew the best shops to buy clothes, and she led them around the town. Eban happily bought Amaranda several new dresses, and even a pair of jeans and couple of T-shirts. Jerusha took them to a lingerie shop, where Eban had very firm ideas about what underwear his fiancée was to have. He picked out some beautiful lacy pieces, some pretty cotton sets for daywear, and some particularly skimpy black and red pieces, which Jerusha pretended not to notice. Amaranda flushed.
Shoe shopping was great fun. Amaranda and Jerusha slipped in and out of plenty of pairs of sandals and shoes until they chose the ones they wanted. Eban seemed to enjoy seeing his fiancée in high-heeled shoes, though she felt that the flat ones were more suited to everyday wear. Wearing heels was very strange when you were used to bare feet!
“Well, you obviously enjoy spending Eban’s money. How do you earn your own?” A familiar voice scorned as they sat enjoying a well-deserved coffee.
“What’s it got to do with you, Mitzi?” Jerusha scowled at her.
“I was just wondering that’s all. What sort of work do you do, Amaranda?” Mitzi sat at the table behind them.
“Take no notice, she’s drunk,” Eban whispered.
“What?” Amaranda stared at him in surprise then stared at Mitzi.
“Her words are a little slurred, dear. It looks like she’s been drinking,” Jerusha confirmed, leaning over the table to Amaranda, who sat opposite her.
“But it’s not even lunchtime!” Women on Refrainia never drank until the sailors came to stay, and then they usually all drank in the evening after a full day’s work.
“It’s five o’clock somewhere.” Eban sighed, taking a sip of his coffee.
“I can hear you, ya know,” Mitzi sneered.
“Are you shopping, dear?” Jerusha tried to change the subject.
“No. Some of us don’t have that much money.” Mitzi sneered.
“I don’t see why. Taneli’s on a good wage, and I thought your parents kept you in spending money?” Eban looked at her quizzically.
“Wow—you have been away for a while, haven’t you?” Mitzi turned ‘round to face them full on. “My parents won’t talk to me now that I’m with Tan. He owes me big time!”
Amaranda noticed that Mitzi’s eyes looked a little glazed over and she definitely had a slur to her voice. Her gestures seemed more animated today, as if she were explaining something to a child. Her expressions appeared more exaggerated, too.
“Why not? Your parents were always real nice to me.”
Amaranda shot a look to Eban.
“My parents liked you. They don’t like him,” Mitzi replied simply.
“Why don’t your parents like Tan?” Eban now sounded like he was speaking to a child.
“They think he’s a bad inf–infl–influence.” Mitzi struggled but got there in the end.
“Is that because you’ve started drinking?” Eban sounded accusatory.
“Something like that,” she said, getting up from her seat a little unsteadily.
Eban thumped his fist on the table.
“She’s not your problem, dear,” Jerusha soothed as Mitzi left the café.
“She used to be, then?” Amaranda couldn’t resist. She had suspected as much last night, but no one seemed willing to tell her about their past relationship. She felt anger rising in her, as Eban stared at his coffee cup.
“Eban and Mitzi were seeing each other for a while, it was nothing serious,” Jerusha offered.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Amaranda spoke through gritted teeth as she stared at Eban. It hadn’t occurred to her until last night that he might have had relationships in the past. She never had. He knew she was a virgin when they got together. She never thought to ask him if he was!
“We’ll talk about it later.” He dismissed the matter as though it was unimportant. Screw him! Angry tears welled in her eyes as she seethed quietly. She really wanted to shout at him, but this was not the time or the place—unfortunately! She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. I can do this.
“Let’s go home, then,” she said calmly as she stood up.
Eban stared at her. He was on the outside of the booth, so he would have to move to let her out. She looked at him, waiting expectantly.
Jerusha rose to her feet, gathering up her shopping bags. Eban had no choice but to follow suit. He grabbed their bags, angry at the manipulation, and hauled his large frame from the table. Amaranda followed him and they walked out in the direction of the parking lot.
“Hi!�
� someone called to them just as they reached the car. It was Pascal. He looked most handsome in his faded jeans and tight black T-shirt. He gave them a massive smile as he walked up to them. Eban placed the shopping in the back of the car before turning to greet his friend. Amaranda noticed that his mouth was still a little tight, though he managed a smile, as if everything were fine with him.
“Great to see you again.” Eban shook his hand and patted him on the shoulder.
“You, too, bro.” Pascal planted a small kiss on Jerusha’s cheek before turning to Amaranda. Before he could offer her his hand, she bent forward to accept a kiss from him also. She felt his breath give a tiny laugh as he kissed her hot cheek.
Eban huffed angrily.
“Are you coming back to the house with us?” Amaranda asked cheerfully, giving Pascal a sweet smile.
“He’s working!” Eban growled the words out before he could answer.
“Sorry, darlin’, one of us has to earn a living.” Pascal gave Eban a wary glance before turning back to smile at Amaranda. “I’ve just stopped to get some lunch. We’re setting off this afternoon so won’t be back until tomorrow.”
“Well, you take care, dear.” Jerusha gave him a little hug.
Amaranda stepped forward in the hope of accepting the same, but Eban stood between them, offering Pascal his hand.
“See you soon, then, bro,” he said as they shook hands.
“See y’all soon.” Pascal gave Amaranda a wink as he left them, a broad smile on his face. Amaranda grinned after him before turning back to the car. With an air of innocence, she jumped into the passenger seat.
“Well now, that was fun.” Jerusha smiled conspiratorially at Amaranda as they set off. Amaranda grinned back.
“Thank you so much, I’ve really enjoyed today,” she said, smiling up at Eban.
She had never heard him snort before. It sounded strange.
As soon as they arrived home, Jerusha started preparing lunch.
“I thought we could eat outside again, it’s such a lovely day,” she said cheerfully, pouring the water into the big teapot.
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