Chapter 21

Meanwhile in the dining room …

Amelia and Nanny were about done setting the table when suddenly Amelia felt strong hands wrapping around her slim waist and pulling her against a sturdy chest. Without a doubt on her mind, she already knew who it was that had dared to be this affectionate in public. His unmistakable minty smell invaded all her senses, fluttering her heart at an unimaginable speed.

Lifting her right hand, she cupped the face of person holding her firmly from behind and simply proceeded to rest her body on his embrace.

Nanny gave them a knowing look and without a word she exited the area. After so many years serving this household she knew when it was the right moment to give them privacy.

"Husband, you know that I do not like it when you are this carefree in public." However, her words did not match her actions as Amelia closed her eyes to fully fall into her husband's embrace wrapping her arms across herself locking him in place withing their embrace.

At this action a naughty smile spread across Michael's face.

"I don't know what to tell you wife as your words say one thing, but your body says another."

Amelia could not help but bite her lower lip. How was it that after so many years of marriage he still managed to ignite such heat within her, they have been married for almost thirty years and although they still looked young as ever, the thought of her marriage losing the spark was something that always plagued her mind. However, with Michael's attitude she knew she had nothing to worry about. She had her husband's love and devotion the same way he had hers.

While lost in thought, she failed to notice that Michael's hand which had been resting on her waist was now traveling down, very near to the hem of her silky dress.

At the feel of his warm hand on her ankle her eyes widen in shock and her first response was to turn around, smack his arm and push him away.

"Don't you dare!" Amelia's eyes were clearly expressing anger, but there was also something else. Something that Michael could easily recognize, lust.

Amelia's back was towards the table. She was holding on to the edge of it preparing to flee if her husband dared to make another move.

"Wife, I don't know why you are getting so riddled up. I am simply embracing you. Can't a husband embrace his wife?" His puppy eyes melted Amelia's heart, and just as she was on the brink of falling for his tricks, she shook her head and reason came back to her.

"Michael we are in the dining room."

"I know," He whispered meanwhile moving his hand to play with a strand of her hair that had fallen on the side of her neck.

"Someone could come in any minute,"

"No one would dare,"

"How about the girls. They will be joining us soon"

"We have time"

"No, we don't"

And just before Amelia could make a run for it, at a super speed that could only be akin to divine powers, Michael caged her within his arms and all too fast crashed his lips against hers, completely stealing her breath away and silencing any protest that she might still have.

With his other hands he reached down to the hem of her dress and then very slowly and sensually he started moving his hand up her leg. The slowness of it all was driving her mad. She wanted to have the will to push him away, but she knew very well that she could not nor wanted to. She wanted him as much as he wanted her if not more.

Releasing her lips, to let her catch her beath Michael made eye contact with her. He stopped all movement, even his hand stopped its slow travelling movement. He was waiting, waiting for her permission to continue.

Amelia could not stop breathing hard and loud. A simple kiss had managed to destroy her. She felt herself melting and yearning for more. Her intimate area was dripping with love juices waiting for something more to happened. This ache that she was feeling, she knew that only her husband could satisfy.

With her cheeks turning red and her eyes flattering down as if embarrassed Amelia managed to whisper ever so tenderly, "Make it quick."

It always astounded Michael how his wife could act so shy and so domineering at the same time. It was like she was two different beings, and both of them managed to drive him crazy beyond believe.

"As you wish," and in a swift move that Amelia did not see coming Michael turned her around, bending her over on the table. The loud sound of her body crashing on the wooden surface was something that should have frighten Amelia, but on the contrary, that sound exited her, sending a tingling feeling up and down her spine. Then she felt it the cold air of the night caressing her bottom that was now exposed, thanks to Michael lifting her dress up. And just as she was getting used to the night breeze traveling in between her thigh and up her private, wet area Amelia jolted at the feel of Michael's hot tongue licking her butt cheeks. He was biting and licking his way down. Amelia knew very well what his direction and aim was.

The thrill that his tongue aroused from within her was so intense that she could not stop her sinful mouth from up roaring lude sounds of ecstasy and need.

Feeling her squirm beneath his touch, Michael felt himself growing bigger and bigger, but it was still not the time. He wanted to make her scream in indescribable need before succumbing to their desire.

Just when Amelia thought that this agony could not get any more delicious Michael kneeled behind her and spread her legs wide, giving him a clear view of her juices that were travelling out of her pink entrance. The sight made him lick his lips, craving to have a taste as soon as possible. How he loved those juices that tasted like the most delightful fruit that ever existed.

Michael was hypnotized, caught in the moment when he suddenly felt Amelia push her bottom back towards him. She was growing impatient and without waiting another second he placed his palms on either one of her cheeks and launched his face in. His tongue impatiently made contact with her wanting vagina and Amelia screamed in extasy. She felt as if this alone was enough to make her come.

Michael darted his tongue inside her honey hole seeking for the pot that had all her juices. He licked and sucked, loving how she kept pushing herself towards him. then moving one of his hands he used his fingers to make a better path for his tongue. He inserted two fingers and with his tongue in between he was able to taste her to his delight.

"Michael.. please Michael.."

Hearing his name slipping from her lips made him loose it, without stopping his invasion he retreated his hand and plunged his tongue deeper inside her. While attacking her wet, craving pussy he used his hands to undo his pants and then without warning he freed his member and thrusted deep inside her.

"Uhhh" A loud grown escaped his mouth. He loved the extasy he felt when he was inside her. Her folds wrapped around him like a glove, and this only made him get harder. He stilled for a moment looking down at the beautiful creature beneath him.

While he was still deeply sheath inside her folds he bent over and snaked his hand around her cheek, turning her face as much as possible to steal a heated kiss. Her tongue met him with desperate need, invading his mouth. She wanted to devour him and at the moment his beast was unleashed. Holding on the edge of the table he pulled his member out of her only to thrust it back in. The dance their bodies were creating was a mix of sweat and juices that drove him crazy. His thrust became more impatient, and faster.

Her screams only encouraged him to do it more fiercely and to ravish her completely.

"So good," These two words escaped from her mouth, and it made Michael freeze.

Amelia noticed the rhythm come to a halt, and she turned around darting her vision to all sides. Had someone walked in on them, but then she heard her husband whisper more to himself than to her.

"This will not be enough..I need to see your face."

And just like that Michael pulled a chair to sit on it and turned Amelia to straddle him. His hard member, which was standing up, dripping with the mixture of their juices welcomed her entrance and it was at the moment that Amelia could not control the need to scream out in pleasure. He grabbed her hips and started pushing himself up invading all of her. Every corner of her pusy, he wanted to taste and claim as his own over and over again. It took Amelia a second to catch her breath, but when she did, she started the familiar movement of rocking against him fast and with need.

When their eyes met, that's when it started. The strange, heat building up within her. She was about to go overboard. Her breath became faster, her sounds inconherable and then with one last thrust from beneath her, Amelia felt it. It was as if she had been dropped from an unimaginable height only to be catch on the last minute. Feeling her tightening around him made Michael thrusted up faster and faster. He wanted to catch up to her and just when that overflowing heat, like a tiddle wave invaded all of her, Michael gave one last thrust releasing all of him inside of her.

Lude sounds of pleasure travelled all around the dining room area, followed by heavy breathing. Amelia held on to Michael as if her life depended on it. She loved the feeling of him right after an intimate moment. Being able to feel him made making love to him more special.

Then slowly Amelia retreated from his embrace to meet his gorgeous smile.

He lifted his hand to wipe the sweat drops that had made their way to her forehead.

"I think I was too loud."

"Yes, you were," Michaels responded while he kept caressing her beautiful, enchanting face.

"You think someone heard me?" Amelia was mortified, how could she let herself lose control on such a public place.

"I set up a barrier. Wife, you know that you and everything that is you is mine and only mine, even your screams of pleasure. I would be crazy to give anyone a chance to hear you call out in need."

"Possessive much?" Amelia gave him a look

"Just as much as you are of me, well maybe a little more."

"I don't think that is possible," Amelia smiled while leaning over and kissing him on the lips.