EVAN SEVILLE
I made out with Amelia, making sure she forget all the bad things she had experience from that café. I rolled on top of her, pressing my elbows on the bed as it dipped, supporting my weight on each side of her head.
My cock aching for her already, pressing against her stomach, with her arms already wrapping around my neck to pull me close. My arm traced her body down to her waist, wrapping around her, making her body flushed against mine with my cock pressing hard against her stomach.
She let out a small sound, biting my lower lip when she pulled away, her brown eyes staring into mine. Half lidded, flushed facez swollen lips, eyes filled with seductiveness, alluring me with her breathing as she tried to catch it
I wanted to have her tonight, but I knew she was tired. I was arguing with myself inside my thoughts while I stared into her, torn between loving her tonight and eating her out to releave the tensions and the stress from her body.
"Evan.." She cupped my face suddenly, making me blink as I snapped back to reality. "Yeah?" I replied softly, burying my face into her small hands, closing my eyes, wanting to enjoy this moment with her.
"Just for tonight.. Can you.. pleasure me?.." She hesitated for a moment when she ask, her ears and face flushing red, she averted her gaze from mine but stared back into it after. I smirked, "anything for you, sweetheart.. Just you feeling me pleasure you for tonight.." I muttered against her hands, and kneeled with my heels between her legs as I pulled back to make her feel my cock at her entrance, already wet for me.
I kept staring into her eyes as I slowly bent down, making my way down to her clit as I slowly lifted her night gown, making her breath hitch. She opened her legs wider for me, my broad shoulders kep them wide for me. I blew her wet pussy.
Her body trembled, when I watched her reactions. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, her hip bucked up to my lips close, as if she was already begging for it. Of course, I didn't hesitate, especially when my wife was desperately needing it.
I dove in, my tongue lapped between her slits while I used my thumbs to spread them. She suddenly grabbed my hair, gripping it while she moaned, lifting her hips to my lips close as I ate her down.
"Sh— Shit.. Evan, you're the best.." She managed to say while moaning, making me vibrated a growl against her clit. I spread her slits wider, inserting my tongue in as I fucked he with it.
I went on and on, focused on pleasuring her, just her. I ignored the ached that my dick was needing, a touch from her that I need. But I want to give her the best. I went on for an hour, just pleasuring her non-stop, while she kept writhing and moaning.
After I was done, I looked up at her, locking my lips, enjoying the taste of her in my mouth after gulping every drop of her. I saw her half lidded eyes gazing mine, breathless and worn out. I smiled, leaned forward to kissed her forehead, "thank you.." she muttered. She leaned on my kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck while I buried my face on the crook of her neck.
"Anything for you, sweetheart.." I kissed her skin.
A week later, I found her a job— It was still a café— this time, it was a few blocks away from our home. It has a coffee stall for people, who wanted to chill outside and have a nice coffee. While at the same time, it also has an indoor coffee shop, and Amelia chose the stall since she enjoyed outdoor acts.
As for me, I just finished writing another chapter for my book. The first thing I did was to give Amelia a call, which I did, and she picked up— Gladly— I want to hear her.
"Hello, hon. I'm a bit busy at the moment, but is there something that you need?" I smiled at her gentle tone, "nothing, I just wanna hear you.. I miss you already." I heard her chuckling in the background, while engaged with the customers.
"Darlin', I'll be home before 6PM. It's almost 6, jung hung on a moment, yeah?"
I hummed, "yes, ma'am. But I'll pick you up, okay?" I heard hummed in reply, "I'll get going now, bye, love. I'll see you at home, yeah?"
I felt this warm sensation spreading through my heart, beating softly at her words, "yes, will do, my love.." she disconnected the call, while I was left there in my office chair, thinking of what to do.
Then I realized the house chores, and I immediately got up and started doing house chores, since Amelia was already working, therefore once she's home, all she needed to do was just relax and sleep. I also cook dinner for us, and when it was already 6PM. I left our house and started walking to her work.
I also bought a bouquet of roses, just because, and I felt like she deserved the best in the world. Which I always knew she deserved the best, in many ways, even if she doesn't feel like she deserved it. I will make her feel like she deserved it.
By the time I reached her work place, the café, I already saw her getting out of the café with her purse and with her new colleagues. I stood there casually, watching her smile brightly and giggled with them. Then when she looked up front, she saw me.
God, I am so thankful and grateful for having her as my wife, as the light of my world, and as thes best gift that God had ever provided me.
Her smile was the warmest when she saw me.
"Evan!" She called out my name.
I admired her, I adored her, my gaze lingered on her small figure as she made her way towards me. My eyes were only on hers, ignoring the fact that some of her female colleagues were oogling their eyes on me. I opened my arms, she jumped into the hug as I pulled her closer for a deeper embrace while I buried my face on her shoulder and kissing her neck.
"How are you, little one?" I asked softly, pulling away from the hug gently, giving her the bouquet. Her eyes widened, yet they shimmered with happiness, and I will do anything to protect that happiness.
"I'm fine, I get to get off early now without spending the night closing down, since there were a few employees— Also thank you, I really appreciate this, but I'm curious, are we supposed to celebrate something?" She tilted her head.
I chuckled, tapping her nose, before letting my hand guide their way to her waist. We started walking, ignoring the eyes that the people were on us, "nothing. You deserve the best that's all, and I already prepared dinner—"
"What about—"
I shushed her gently, "already did the chores; laundry, washed the plates, cleaned the house, watered your garden, cleaned our room, organized our clothes, and a few more."
She stared at me, before smiling brightly with a soft blush on creeping on her cheeks while she brought up the roses to her face to smell.
I love her.