She was wearing matching panties that didn’t leave anything to the imagination. The fact that there was only a flimsy piece of fabric between them, made her seem more tempting, more forbidden, more desirable.
“You’re completely bare,” Caine moaned when he saw the naked flesh of Ashley’s sex. “Were you thinking about forgiving me soon?” He said, his voice husky and rough due to his arousal.
She let out a sultry laugh and then ran her fingers across her husband’s brawny body, making sure to press her nails, feeling every inch of his hot, golden skin.
“I was thinking about feeling happy with myself by giving me something I wanted,” she replied.
A few mumble words could still be heard.
Once he was wearing nothing but boxers, Caine grabbed Ashley’s waist and led her to the balcony’s window. The light breeze of the desert made its way through the curtains in that cool night. The stars looked like tiny points of light scattered across the sky.
“There’s someone out there,” Ashley whispered, as if the intruder could hear or see them. Hours earlier, Ashley had wandered out into the garden, marveled by the exuberant and beautiful plants in the palace. There was a 65 feet long pool surrounded by columns. Under the scorching afternoon sun, the place looked like an oasis. Now, it only looked abandoned and mystic. “We should call security… we’re the only ones in this side of the palace. If something happens to us…”
“Shh… nothing’s going to happen. Watch…” he said wrapping his arms around her from behind. From a hidden corner of the balcony, he watched his surroundings with his chin propped on the top of her head while she did the same in the hopes of seeing something...
Suddenly, a shadow appeared; she froze. The moonlight illuminated the woman’s face and a light breeze shook what Ashley assumed was a dress. She frowned.
Apart from the moonlight, the surroundings of the garden were dimly lit, except for the shadows created by the baroque columns on the sides. Said columns had been hiding the woman, but she had now stepped away from them and her face was partially visible.
“It’s princess Amira,” Ashley said in a tone of surprise.
She couldn’t see her features too clearly, but her profile showed a thin face, a turned up nose and a voluptuous figure. There was no doubt that that was the princess. Feeling like an unwanted observer, she remained in absolute silence, almost without moving. What was that woman doing alone, at that time of the night, in a garden away from everything?
The answer came a lot faster than expected.
Another shadow came out of the dark and walked towards the woman. When the light hit both of them, Ashley saw the second shadow was actually a man. They looked back and forth as if they were afraid of getting caught, and then they turned their attention back to each other.
“Wow…” Ashley uttered when the two people started kissing desperately. Their hands moved desperately over each other’s body. Sometimes they moved closer to one of the columns, engulfing themselves in the darkness, other times they spun passionately and the dim light of the garden along with the moonlight illuminated their bodies.
“Mmm…” Caine hummed. “Do you want to stay and see what happens?” He asked as he caressed her back. He stopped his fingers over the clasp of her bra and opened it. She nodded and kept her gaze on the couple in the garden. “It’ll be an interesting adventure, Mrs. Valliard.”
“Just by curiosity…” she whispered when Caine’s hands took hold of her full breasts; his thumbs worked their magic on her hard nipples. He kept massaging her bosom a little roughly, causing goosebumps all over her skin, especially when he ran his lips over her neck and licked the shell of her ear. His hard dick was pressing against her round buttocks. “Caine…”
“Yes?”
“This is wrong,” she stated before raising her hands above her head to caress Caine’s hair. The movement raised her breasts higher, making her husband moan with the weight and softness of those sensual and sensitive mounds.
“They don't know we’re watching them.”
“But we do,” she said with a smirked when Caine ripped her panties off of her. Then, she felt his long fingers sliding over her lower belly and down her pelvis. He fondled the skin there and slid his middle finger between her folds, rubbing her lightly. She pressed her ass even further towards Caine’s erect dick, feeling him hot and vibrant. She was dying to have him inside her.
“Just look, gorgeous, and focus on my touch,” he said huskily when the two of them saw the unknown man undressing the princess. He lay on a lounger with his profile towards the balcony, so they could see Amira’s generous breasts swaying when she straddled the man's thighs. “Are you getting turned on by what you see?” He asked.
“Yes…” she whispered when the man leaned towards the princess’ chest. Ashley knew perfectly well what he was doing. “Caine…”
“Tell me… mmm… you’re so hot and wet,” he ended in a whisper as he entered one of his finger in her wet depths and his thumb's knuckle stroked her clit. His left hand pinched her nipples roughly just to caress then softly to mitigate the pain and turn it into pleasure; it was just as she liked.
“I want… put your mouth on my breasts.” She could feel his smile against her neck. His hands stopped working and soon she had Caine in front of her. Without giving it another thought, she stripped him off his boxer and her husband complied gladly. In an instant, she had his hard, big dick between her hands to touch and play with. Her movements were purposeful and Caine hissed.
Her husband didn't forget about her; his finger worked magic in Ashley’s sex while he devoured her bosom. His wife’s cries of pleasure were driving him mad.
“Tell me what they’re doing,” he asked. The position they were in allowed her to see the garden but now Caine was with his back to it in order to be able to touch her.
“The man is devouring Amira’s breasts… kissing them passionately… oh, Caine, yes… suck me harder… oh, God…”
“Keep telling me, love,” he demanded, doing his best not to come in that very instant. It was the most erotic thing they’d ever done.
Ashley was drunk with desire.
“He’s holding her hips. They’re completely naked… just like us,” she groaned when she felt two fingers inside her, lubricating her with her own moisture. Goosebumps pebbled her skin. “His head is thrown back and Amira is moving frantically over the man’s dick.”
“Go on…”
“Cain, I’m going to come…”
“That’s the idea, sweetie… look at them and tell me everything until they’re done.”
Still panting for breath, she concentrated her attention on what her green eyes watched and what her libidinous body felt.
“She’s riding him, her breasts are bouncing…” she said, at the same time that Caine placed himself between Ashley’s legs, taking one of her thighs to put it over his shoulder. When she was completely opened and exposed to Caine’s eyes, she gasped. Slick moisture coated her delicate folds. He moved closer and tasted her. “God! Caine!”
“Keep telling me or I'll stop touching you,” he declared in a hoarse voice, as he sucked her swollen tissue and his tongue savored her lips full of her natural, exotic and intoxicating essence.
“He’s sucking her breasts and she… ah… she....”
“She?” he insisted just before suctioning her clit. Ashley’s fingers clutched Caine’s hair roughly, as if she was pleading for him not to take too long to give her an orgasm.
“She’s just thrown her head back… I think they’ve…
“...reached their orgasms,” Caine finished and stepped away from Ashley.
Before she could protest, he took her to their bed and laid her down softly on the mattress. Without waiting anything else, he eased into her with force, pumping his hips powerfully until he reached Ashley’s deepest areas and felt her feminine walls contracting around his hard and eager dick.
Ashley’s hands stroke the length of Caine’s b
ack, digging in her nails, and bit his shoulder while he got in and out of her body nonstop, hitting his pelvis against hers, merging their sweat, their desire, their passion. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and he fell into a colorful abysm full of ecstasy. Ashley only had to see the wild and primitive expression in Caine's face to feel her powerful and earth-shattering release.
“Ashley!” He screamed, pouring every drop of his manly essence inside her soft, warm body.
CHAPTER 6
They cuddled in bed while their ecstasy subsided slowly.
Outside, the temperature had dropped down a few degrees. Caine put the sheet over their bodies. He was aware that in spite of the wonderful sex session they’d just had, things between them hadn’t been settled. Their sexual connection was wonderful but that wasn’t what they needed to work on; it was trusting and supporting each other. In his case, he needed an explanation.
He knew Ashley wasn’t asleep. Her breathing was calmed but not deep. His fingers were lazily caressing her. He liked holding her like this, feeling her weight, sharing their closeness and the heat their bodies created.
“Sweetie…” he mumbled.
“Mm…”
“What are you going to do tomorrow when we see the princess?”
She patted his arm lightly.
“Don’t be mean!”
He just let out a laugh.
“Have I told you I love you lately?”
“Not enough,” she responded wearing her heart on her sleeve. “Caine, I can’t stand this distance between us.”
“Do you want to talk now?” He asked softly. “I’m willing to hear you, I always am. I don’t understand why you pushed me away. What are you hiding, Ash?” She stared at him for a long time and finally let out a sigh while she tried to put some distance between them but he didn't allow that. “Talk to me. Don’t just push away from me physically. Whatever it is, we can deal with it together, not apart.”
“I…”
“Come on, Ash,” he prompted her as he put a strand of hair behind her ear.
Ashley pressed her hands over Caine’s chest and then propped her chin over her right hand. It was very hard for her to make a confession while they gazed at each other in that intimate position.
“I was considering talking to you tomorrow, not today.”
“Why?”
“I’m scared that if I tell you everything, you’ll end up pushing me away or even judge me so harshly that I won’t be able to stand it.”
He frowned.
“What could possibly be so terrible to make me want to leave you? That wouldn’t be possible.”
“All right…” There’s no turning back now, she dreaded. “You know my sister, Camille, right?” Caine nodded, “We were actually three siblings, not two. We had a little brother, Timothy; we used to call him Tim. He was the apple of mom’s eye, and the only one who made her feel better when dad screwed up.”
“Where’s Tim?”
“I don’t know,” she uttered helplessly.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Years ago, I was practically my sibling’s live-in nanny just because I was the oldest one. My mother was away doing her own thing, whether it was drinking, fighting or chasing dad as if that alone could stop him from cheating on her,” she said in a hateful tone and grimaced. “Back then I was ten years old and Tim was five. My mother was out because someone told her my father was sleeping with one of the garage’s accountants and she took Camille with her. So she let me in charge of Tim. Oh, Caine, he was such a sweet and obedient kid…”
“I can imagine, honey,” he responded empathically.
“I was very excited to meet the new neighbor’s daughter. I’d seen her a few times; she had the most beautiful dresses and looked so friendly. I wanted to be her friend. That day, while Tim played with his fire truck, Helga —that was the girl’s name— poked her head over the yard's fence and asked me if I wanted a piece of strawberry cake.
“What a generous child.”
Ashley nodded.
“I told her I was taking care of my little brother and that I couldn’t leave him because something could happen to him. But Helga told me kids weren’t dumb, and that if I tell Tim to stay there, he would obey me. So I could just go with her, take my cake and come back home. I looked at Tim; he was so focused on his truck that when I told him not to move from that spot, he barely noticed me. I had to hold his face between my hands firmly to make him listen.
“He told you he would be good, right?” He asked. Even though he knew he was making obvious questions, he had no other way of softening what was about to go down at that moment. He only wanted to encourage her to talk without pressuring her.
“He did. So while Helga waited for me, I thought that leaving him more toys will make it all much easier. I went inside, took some Legos and a few soldiers, and put them all next to him.”
“Were the two of you completely alone in the house?”
“Yes…”
“Taking care of a little boy was a responsibility too huge for you, Ash.”
She nodded.
“I didn’t know that back then, I do now. But I always took care of my siblings.”
“I feel very sorry for that little girl who was forced to take responsibility without knowing that wasn’t her duty,” he whispered. In that moment, Ashley sat up straight and he did the same, leaning his back against the bed's headboard. She stared at him and Caine asked: “Helga didn't invite Tim?”
“She only told me to go get the cake. The truth is I didn't think twice about it. It was more than just the cake; I wanted to be Helga’s friend. So I left Tim and ran to the house next door,” she gulped and looked away from Caine. He let her. “It was all really quick, Caine, it really was. At least that’s what I thought… but when I came back, my brother wasn’t there.”
“I imagine you tried to look for him…”
Her green eyes were filled with tears.
“I looked for him all over the house desperately. I asked Helga for help and she came with me. We looked everywhere, Caine, everywhere. I even went to my other neighbors’ house. We started to ask people if someone had seen him but no, no one knew anything.”
“Oh, love,” he replied with his heart full of sorrow. He couldn’t even imagine what it was like to have such a huge responsibility at such a young age and, even more, going through the agony of losing her brother. “You don’t know how sorry I am you had to live such a horrible experience.”
“Later, my parents arrived,” she continued talking and staring blankly into space as if Caine wasn’t there at all. Her voice sounded remote, distant. “My whole world came crashing down. They grounded me, hit me, and blamed me. I had to endure the neighbors’ blameful looks. The police went and searched the area. Someone had taken Tim and we never had a clue about his disappearance.”
“It wasn’t your fault, but your parents’. They should have never left a kid taking care of another one. They were the irresponsible ones. You were just a kid. No one should’ve turned you into a 10-year-old mom; you couldn’t understand the dangerous things that could happen to a child. The police didn't find any hints? Didn’t they hire a private detective?”
She shook her head.
“My parents took it out on me. I was the one who was guilty and I was the one who had to know where Tim was. Camille never reproached me anything, she always had my back. I miss her now that she’s so far away but I understand her. Leaving the house and taking our own paths was the best thing we could’ve done. Our parents made our lives a living hell. They didn’t spend a dime on finding Tim, they gave up two months after. I was only waiting to be eighteen in order to leave the house.”
“Years ago there wasn't as much technology as now, maybe if…”
“No,” she cut, “I already did the necessary investigation on my own when my bank account was sufficiently stable to face the expenses. The detectives didn’t find anything. They told me it’s
been way too long and that whoever it was that abducted Tim would have surely gotten him out of Australia and changed their identities several times by now. They killed all my hopes and I accepted my destiny.”
“It’s not fair for you to keep punishing yourself.”
“A part of me will always mourn that brother I’ll never see again.”
“Maybe you just need to forgive yourself.”
“I don’t know what you mean by that.”
“During the two years we’ve been married, how many times have you thought about telling me this?”
“Every time we’ve talked about having kids…”
“But it’s not because you’re not capable of being a mom, but because you haven’t forgiven yourself. You’re scared of giving yourself a chance because you feel you separated a little boy from his family. You believe you don’t have the right to be completely happy but that’s not true. You can’t keep punishing yourself when the only approval you need is your own, not mine. I love you, but I can’t free you; nobody can, just you.”
“Caine, don’t you get it?” Her voice quavered and she gave him a painful look. Caine opened his arms, and Ashley melted into him and started crying as she’d never cried before. She cried for that ten-year-old that only wanted to play and have friends; she cried for the little brother she never saw or would see again; she cried for her broken family and her fear of becoming a mom. She wept for her past and all the experiences she lost because of her brother's disappearance.
When Ashley finally calmed down, he cradled her face between his hands, wiped away her tears and smiled at her with love.
“I understand you’ve endured this burden for a long time now, Ashley. I would’ve liked you sharing it with me so I could support you and understand you instead of pressuring you. But I would never judge you. You pushed me away once and I won’t let that happen again.”
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