There was an enticing way in which that dark blue, strapless dress captured her body, tightly and elegantly like a doting lover. It contrasted beautifully with the softness of her skin and the glimmer of diamond accessories. Looking at her really carefully, how she bended lower than was necessary, when reaching or handing over something revealing a tantalizing cleavage; how she kept flicking the stray curl of her loosely but nicely tied hair from the fair skin of her neck; the way in which she bit the corner of her luscious lip and the many times she kept offering to get more juice or salad or whatever else a guest requested, from the kitchen, her curvaceous hips swaying teasingly, he deduced the feline was seducing him.
Someone asked for peas and courteous, beautiful, little wife was only too eager to lean across the table and reach for the bowl, her plunging neckline all but gave him a display of her breasts. They'd filled out deliciously since the birth of their son six months ago and the wild thing had indulged him in more than one fantasy with regards to the beautiful globes. As he ogled, her lips twitching in a suppressed grin, he realised she was really toying with him. There was an immediate twitch in his slacks before they tightened awfully.
"Look at you, you're so cute." Cooed an enchanted Gabrielle who'd refused to release, Archie, their six months son since she arrived at their home.
In an attempt to distract himself from his wife's mischievous conduct, he smiled at Gabby. "He'll be running about so soon and maybe as his godmother you'll delegated with finding him a girlfriend to corner him down once in a while."
"Well, Tiffany's sister we'll be here in three months. So that's settled!" Beamed a heavily pregnant Angie.
Beside her Morgan growled. "That's my little girl you're talking about, sweetheart."
She shot him a glare and he gulped nervously, everyone watching their interaction with amusement. "Both my girls are beautiful. Of course boys will be flocking around them like bees to flowers."
He nodded in agreement. "No doubt about that. But all I'm saying is they are still too young to_"
"I'm six, daddy. That's not little!" Yelled Tiffany from where she sat fawning over Archie. "And he's so cute." The girl insisted.
Laughter ensued as the couple who'd been invited for thanksgiving continued bickering. Warren had been utterly against it at first, the lovesick puppy in him too insecure with a reunion between his wife and her first love. But with a heartfelt profession of love and passionate lovemaking from his wife, he'd found himself relaxing to the idea. The two had been awfully close once but as Warren watched Morgan paying undivided attention to his pregnant wife and Warren's wife, Rose, continuously teasing him, he altogether warmed to the idea.
Since they married, which was on Rose's forth month of expectancy, they'd been inexplicably happy and utterly blissful when their son came. They'd bought a house in the city, a colossal mansion they intended to bring up their kids in. Seeing as Rose wasn't ready to be separated from Gabrielle who stopped being Rose's substitute assistant and went back to her writing and philanthropy, the woman had ensured they located near each other.
It was a beautiful life and Warren couldn't help fall deeply in love with his wife all over again everyday. And talking of his wife, she was staring at him.
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How did he manage to look so handsome without trying. She was aware of Morgan's occasional bickering with his wife, a sweet thing with the biggest heart after mother Teresa and Gabrielle. She was also aware of the purrs and coos from Tiffany who was growing pretty fast and a Gabrielle who wouldn't take her eyes off Rose's son. From the corner of her eyes, she spotted her father, like always, too engrossed in eating to follow a conversation and a Leon that kept his eyes on his wine glass- the fifth one at least- and Gabrielle.
However, everything was a blur, her main focus on her handsome husband, whose features their son had inherited. There wasn't so much nature in their current residence in the city, compared to Mountain Green but surprisingly she found that she didn't care. She would live in the Sahara as long as she had her family. Especially Archie and Warren. Her heart swelled with overwhelming love for the two of them and when she thought it couldn't go further than that, she fell harder for them again.
Soulmates did exist, for that was the only way she could describe her compatibility with Warren. How she'd not realised this, until a decade later from their meeting was incomprehensible but it was here now. Her wonderful life with Warren. Her husband, best friend and lover.
An attentive, passionate lover. He knew the contours of her body like he'd created it. The curves, the edges, he understood them all like she'd mustered his. This was how it was with Rose. If she wasn't fawning over her son, she was mentally undressing his father. Either caring for Archie or jumping his father's bones. She blushed.
"Love, would you get me some vegetable salad, please." Rose heard Warren say politely. On looking up, there was nothing polite in his eyes. Nothing but raw, carnal lust.
Nodding briskly, she got up from her chair, heat creeping to her neck. She'd began all the teasing and games and now like always, he was taking the reigns. Turning towards the door, since lunch was outside the patio, next to a manicured lawn, she stopped on hearing his endearing voice.
"I'll just help you_"
Her blush deepened, feeling all eyes on her now. "No!" She refused a tad too sharply than she'd intended which confused everyone, apart from her amused husband. "I mean, it's just easy and_"
The man was already standing up. "You've been busy all day, my love. I want to help." He was already at her side, a strong arm firmly placed on her waist. Nodding quickly, she walked beside him.
Once they were in the grand kitchen, Warren asked the maids there to leave before shutting the door behind him. Turning to face a finicky Rose, who was by the counter serving salad into a small bowl, his eyes darkened, finding the hem of her knee-length dress. Wordlessly, he sunk to the floor on his knees and caught the hem of her dress then ripped it.
A surprise gasp escaped Rose's lips. She was about to turn when an order was issued. "Remain in your position, little wife." He proceeded to rip it further to her waist.
She groaned. "That was new and expensive."
"I'll buy you a dozen more." Was his growl before dipping his tongue on the hollow of her knee.
She moaned breathlessly and complained weakly. "We can't_ oh!" Her lace underwear suffered a fate similar to her dress. "They'll know this is what you followed me for."
"Legs apart, little wife." Was his guttural answer before she felt his hot, wet tongue lapping her wetness. Her legs melted causing her to claw on the marble counter. "So delicious."
She whimpered like a cat under its master's caress, her laboured breathing giving her impending explosion away. "Warren." She moaned bucking into her husband's experienced tongue. Throwing her head back, her eyelids fluttered shut as she came undone. He didn't stop torturing her core until she stopped thrashing about.
"Hmm," she could tell he was licking his lips, the man was ever so wild. Leaning on the counter for support, she waited patiently for him to unbuckle his belt, albeit the man was done in a fleeting second. She felt a large hand slide to her stomach before cupping her bare breast. An attack on her neck of wet kisses followed before he intruded her body in one, deep thrust. She couldn't help scream his name so loudly she was sure someone heard.
He held her immobile, only kissing and licking her neck, patient enough to relish her moisturised core. Her heavenly scent filled his senses and he savoured it all, loving how intimate it was to be there, close, joined silently. He was nuzzling the crook of her neck when he felt her shift, slowly away from him then bringing him back home. Her soft whimpers and low moans filled the kitchen and he found himself unable to resist her open invitation. With a last tweak on her pointed nubs, he retrieved his hands and grasped her lean waist firmly. And gave her what she desired. What they both desired.
They were both coming down from the galaxy, panting and satiated when he slowly turned her around, taking her lips in an unhurried, revelling kiss that conveyed all the love they felt for each other. Pure and true.
Forever.
"I love you," Rose confessed, her head resting on his solid chest.
His fingers stroked her back, chin nuzzling her disheveled hair. "I love you too, sweet dessert."
A playful punch came to his chest and he chuckled into her hair, drawing her impossibly closer to his body. In a homely, loving embrace.
"Seriously, I love you." She heard him reiterate just as Gabrielle called from the outside.
"Dessert, lovebirds!"
Horror settled on Rose's face as Warren doubled over.
THE END
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