• Willem •

I stood behind my wife with a raging hard-on and she dared to wiggle her round ass up and down along my shaft.

A deep moan left my throat and I moved my hand from her shoulder down the side of her breast.

Her skin was warm and soft beneath my touch. I wanted to explore every inch of her gorgeous skin but I was afraid there wasn't much time.

I continued to kiss her shoulder, running my tongue along her neck to nibble on her earlobe.

"Amelia," I said, my voice husky and low. "I'm going to make love to you now and you're the only one with the power to stop me."

She swallowed and then moaned softly when I reached under her blouse and bra to cup her right breast in my large eager hand. I waited for an answer but all I got was another moan that sounded like a complaint and indescribable pleasure all wrapped in one.

"I don't know about you but I've decided that my place is by your side," I said. "I don't need the rest of the thirty days to tell me that. So much of what has happened to us was beyond our control but we can choose to start over with a clean slate. Right here, right now."

Her nipple puckered between my fingers and I flicked it with my middle finger before rolling it between my thumb and index finger. She was irresistible and I was insatiable.

"I've made my choice, schatje. I'm choosing you again for the second time. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." I placed my left hand on the back of her hand on the wall. She flexed her fingers, intertwining us.

I wanted us to stay like this forever. The outside world a distant memory. No parents. Just me and her. Mine to love and touch whenever I wanted. Whenever she wanted.

"All you have to do is choose me back and we'll take it from there."

She turned around in my arm causing my hand to slip from under her blouse. Brown, intelligent eyes stared back at me, searching my face.

And as if I'd somehow answered her quiet query she tiptoed and kissed me. I squeezed my eyes shut as my body contorted with intense need.

I took her mouth with a vengeance, my tongue running along the seam of her lips until she opened up for me.

Fire ignited beneath my scalp, wicked and sinful. I wanted to fucking ravage her. The taste of her sweet mouth was driving me mad. My cock throbbed, begging me to take her now. To make her mine in the highest form of physical intimacy known to man.

I hadn't been with a woman in forever and I knew I wouldn't last long enough to drive Amelia out of her loving mind until she was begging me to stop.

I was this close to coming in my pants. I took a step back to let things cool down a little, in need of a temporary distraction.

There's no way I would allow myself to go full caveman on her. Amelia deserved intimacy that was focused and well thought out.

"Get rid of your clothes, baby. I'm going to run the bathwater." I kissed her one more time before strolling to the master bathroom.

I untucked my shirt and tossed it to the side before filling the tub up with warm water.

After rummaging through the cabinets to find a pink and purple bath bomb that smelled like heaven and everything nice, I found the candles that Xiomara had carefully stacked in the storage area beneath the sink along with a long neck lighter.

The bathroom door opened and Amelia was standing there in just her bra and panties. When I told her to get rid of her clothes, I meant I wanted everything off. But this was fine too. I was going to enjoying taking them off of her soon.

I walked around the bathroom placing candles and lighting them. In no time the bathroom was smelling like a vanilla haven.

"This looks like something you've done before," Amelia said, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I assure you I have not." I hated that she was probably thinking about me doing this for some other woman while I was married to her. "I want our first time to be special, that's all. I would have gotten you rose petals too but I remembered you're not fond of flowers."

She laughed and the sound reverberated in the enclosed space, warming my heart. "Yeah, I might trample all over them in anger."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you." I held up two different kinds of essential oils for her to choose from. "Rosehip or sweet orange?"

"Sweet orange."

"Great choice." I proceeded to add a couple of drops to the fizzling bathwater before turning off the tap. I tested the temperature with the back of my hand. "Just right. Am I missing something?"

"Bubbles?"

"I don't know if we have that. Give me a second while I search for it." I was nervous all of a sudden. This was taking too long. What if she changed her mind? "Lavender scented bath foam with Epsom salt," I said reading the label of a purple bottle.

"That sounds about right," she said, smiling at me. "Are you nervous Mr. de Vries?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Me? Nervous? Nah."

Now it was her turn to raise her eyebrow at me.

"Okay," I admitted. "You got me. I don't want us to lose the momentum from earlier."

"I'm here, aren't I? Ready and willing."

Fuck me. I would bet a million dollars that she didn't know the massive impact her words had on my mind and body.

"Then why are you so far away?" I asked, dumping bath foam into the water.

"I'm just admiring the view."

"Come admire it from up close. You won't regret it." I placed the bottle at the foot of the tub and waited for her to come toward me.

Her walk was sexy and slow. She held my gaze as she approached me, her eyes taking me in like I was once a wild tiger, and tamed or not, she knew I was going to devour her.

And devour her I would.

I started by hooking my fingers under her bra straps. "I'm sorry, but these have to go, schatje." The clasp at the back was next followed by her white lacy underwear.

Unable to contain my urges any longer, I drew her against my hard body, my hand rounding the curve of her ass as I claimed her lips.

She planted a hand on my chest and the other went up behind my head, her fingers stealing into my curls. I worked my fingers downward until I found her slit. She was soaking wet causing me to groan with frustration and lust.

Her pussy was begging to be fucked and I was the man for the job. The only man.

I tipped her chin up just before I dipped my finger into her tight channel. I wanted to see her reaction. Sure enough, it was perfect. Her lips parted and her almond shaped eyes clouded over with desire.

Pumping my fingers in and out of her, I kept my gaze on her face. I couldn't tell her how beautiful she looked at that moment. Words couldn't describe the gift she was giving me.

"Tell me how you want me to make love to you," I demanded gruffly.

She bit her bottom lip and I saw a million scenarios flashing behind her bright eyes. She didn't know.

Of course, She didn't know. I was her first.

"What turns you on?" I asked instead.

"I love when you suck on my breasts," she said meekly.

"Like this?" I bent my head and took her left breast in my mouth, lavishing her with my tongue until she was trembling in my arms.

"What else?" I asked, switching to her other breast.

I didn't get an answer but I knew what she wanted. She'd nearly lost her mind when I gave her heads this morning.

I guided her until she was sitting on a backless bamboo stool nearby. I knelt before her and inserted myself between her thighs.

The scent of her arousal drifted up to my nose causing my mouth to water. I clamped my mouth over her dripping cunt and she reached down to fist my hair in her hand.

I didn't understand the intense feeling of love coursing through my body right now, but that was something for me to analyze some other time.

Her pleasure was all I was interested in. I was acutely aware that she hadn't told me that she'd chosen me in return. She hadn't committed, leaving her options open and that didn't sit well with me.

But she was here, ready and willing and maybe that was enough for now.

Using the tip and flat side of my tongue I made love to her clitoris. I looked up at her as her juices flowed like hot nectar onto my mouth. I could die right here and now and I would die a happy fucking man.

My erection was straining against my trousers but I wasn't stopping until she came for me.

Her moans got louder and I slipped two fingers inside of her to find her g-spot. My fingers are instantly coated and I couldn't wait for her to wet my dick with the same energy.

Less than a minute later, I felt her walls tightening around my fingers and I glanced up just in time to see her orgasm wash over her, her emotions flitting over her face like a kaleidoscope of colors at a festival.

I wasted no time, unbuckling my belt before getting rid of my trousers. My cock sprang up, long, thick, and rigid. Precum oozed from the tip and landed on the tile.

Amelia licked her lips when I gripped the base of my shaft and got into the bathtub. Without asking her to, she got in with me, her strong legs straddling me.

I pressed my hand on her lower back until her lips were on mine. The water acted as a warm cradle around us, lapping gently against our skins. The scent of vanilla and lavender permeated the air and the candles cast shadows on the walls and her face as she stared down at me.

I hoisted her up just a little, aligning my cock with her entrance. I tightened my hold around her and plunged upward, spearing her tight channel with my length.

She screamed and I swallowed her cry with a kiss. A teardrop landed from her cheeks onto mine and I gently kissed it.

"Give it a second," I said. "It's going to feel so good. I promise."

She nodded and I couldn't stand how tight she was. Grabbing onto her ass I withdrew and then buried my cock deeper.

Her quiet moans filled my ears as we continued rocking, the water lapping around us and over the rim of the tub.

"Will?"

"Yes, my love. Does it feel good?"

"So good. Better than I could ever imagine."

I cupped her breast as I surged up, filling her with my girth, claiming her, making her mine.

My grunts mixed with her moans as my heartbeat quickened. I wanted this moment to last forever but I was close to falling off the cliff and there was no turning back.

"Fuck," I muttered as I hammered into her like a mad man.

"I'm going to come," she half screamed.

I grabbed her by her bun, exposing her neck to my kisses. My scalp was on fire again and this time the flames traveled down my entire body, weighing my balls down.

Amelia started grinding her hips and moving up and down, matching my every stroke and I lost it.

I gripped her ass and growled as I unloaded my seed, spurt after spurt coating her inner walls. I felt the convulsions from deep inside her as she orgasmed for the second time.

I gazed up at her and her breathing was out of control. Smiling, I grabbed the sponge, ducking it underwater before running it down her back.

"You were incredible," I said, watching suds and bubbles hanging off her nipple.

"You did most of the work," she said with a chuckle.

"True, but I'm not complaining. Are you on birth control?"

Her eyes widened and I knew the answer before she answered. "I had no reason to be."

"We might have a baby," I said, watching her reaction carefully.

"I know."

"You don't look worried."

"I've always wanted children."

I acknowledged her comment with a nod and a small smile.

Leaning forward, I lifted her and my dick slipped out of her warm body. "The water's getting cold. Let's take a shower. Francois will be knocking on the door any moment now."

I'd come inside her on purpose and I wondered what had gotten into me. As we showered I realized that I was afraid that Bradley wasn't Pieter's son any more than he was mine.

And that shit hurt.

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