÷ Amelia ÷

A beautiful dream found me, chasing away the uncomfortable conversation I had with my father earlier.

We'd taken a walk on the beach, barefooted, the sand warm beneath our toes. Wave after wave crashed upon the shore as I explained the extent of his betrayal to me.

"I understand, Amy," he said. "Life is short and if anyone had tried to keep me away from your mother for as long as I have kept you away from Willem, I would have been livid with anger."

"No, I don't think you understand. Mama died when I met Willem and therefore life was already short and you decided to not let me live mine to its fullest potential."

He looked down at his feet as if ashamed but his behavior only made me sadder.

"I will be distancing myself from you," I said, the wind picking up my voice and sending it out to sea.

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm moving out. I'm an adult and maybe it's time I start living like one."

"But where will you go?"

"Anywhere," I said exasperated. "Here, with Willem, my husband."

He nodded, his eyes wandering all over the place as he searched for something to say but nothing came out of that selfish mouth of his.

We walked back to the house in silence, stopping by the guest bedroom to give me the stack of letters Willem had written to me and to tell me that he was going back to Curacao tomorrow.

My heart was constricted with pain. Willem and I had both been lonely all those years when we could have been together happily. Or maybe our marriage would have been miserable if we'd continue to see each other right away. I just didn't know. All I could do was focus on the here and now.

I read Willem's first letter to me and it made me smile. And then sad. After all these years, I still missed my mother tremendously.

Exhausted, I fell asleep on the bed. Moments later, I found myself back on the beach wearing a flowing white dress. I smiled at a man whose face I couldn't make out, giddy with happiness, butterflies scattering, their wings like gossamer.

I beckoned for him to follow me into the ocean. He did. His white linen pants and shirt getting soaked by the seawater.

The first thing that came into focus as he wrapped his arms around me were his eyes. They were grey and absolutely gorgeous in the light of the setting sun.

"I always wanted to make love to you in the ocean," he said.

I smiled. "I know."

He kissed me then, his lips sure with determination. Determination to wreak havoc on my mind and body.

He lifted my dress, his large hand exploring my nether regions. I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist. He brought us deeper into the ocean until the water covered our bottom halves like a blanket.

Our eyes met and words were spoken in the silence before he claimed my lips again. I kissed him back with a vengeance, savoring his taste.

"Are you enjoying your honeymoon, schatje?"

"A little too much." I chuckled and drew closer as his fingers dipped inside my tight channel. I moaned again, loving the way my walls surrounded him.

Being with my husband like this was always intense. It scared me. Aroused me. Felt like destiny.

I was enjoying this dream. It felt so real. His hands continued roaming over my body, awakening my senses. My nipples beaded into hard buds and I squeezed my eyes shut to stay in the dream as long as I could.

"Amelia, baby, I need your body right now. I need you. I know you want me too."

Why did his voice sound so clear all of a sudden?

"Hmm," I moaned. "Don't stop. Please."

The ocean disappeared and was replaced by soft sheets. His strong hands pushed my legs in separate directions, spreading me open in a delicious manner.

My eyes fluttered open, my body still humming from the sexy dream only for my gaze to collide with a serious looking Willem. He stared at me with his bedroom eyes before lowering his head to my throbbing pussy.

The first delicious slide of his tongue against my wet core caused me to lift my hips off the bed.

"I can't get enough of your taste, schatje," he said, his breath fanning over my sensitive area.

I cried out softly, plunging my hand into his curls and he fastened his skilled mouth on my clit, driving me mad with lust. The harder he sucked, the wetter I got.

I loved touching his curls when he lost himself between my legs like that. I brushed the blonde tips off his forehead, needing to see his expression.

Pure sin and danger, that's all I saw, and damn me if I didn't like every wicked bit of it.

I had no idea when or how he'd taken off my shorts and underwear, but I wanted my bra and tank top gone as well. Leaning forward, I got rid of them. I rested my leg on his shoulder and his hand immediately found my breast, kneading and pinching my nipple between his fingers as his tongue continued to ravish my body.

He seemed to enjoy eating my pussy and that helped me to relax completely, spreading my legs to accommodate him. He was so skilled at licking and fingering me at the same time, causing my juices to run down his fingers.

He was a demanding lover and I was more than willing to meet his needs. He got off the bed and dragged me to the side of the bed until my face was near his crotch.

"Take my belt off," he rasped. He had on black trousers and a white dress shirt with the top few buttons undone.

I got to work on his belt, fingers fumbling a little. He regarded me calmly as he undid the rest of the buttons on the shirt.

I didn't need to see it to know that his erection was hard and ready for me. I felt it bulging as I unzipped him.

The sight of his sculptured abs was enticing and I leaned forward to run my tongue down his taut stomach. His muscles clenched beneath my ministrations and he groaned, grabbing onto my hair roughly.

He stepped out of his pants and boxers and his dick was in my mouth a second later. His grip on my hair tightened as he thrust forward into the wet cavern between my lips.

The eye contact he made as I swallowed his dick was absolutely a turn-on. I loved seeing the pleasure on his face, his brows knitted in concentration.

He withdrew and grab me by my chin. "Stick out your tongue."

I did and he proceeded to tap his dick on my tongue repeatedly before sliding it down my throat. I gagged and a string of saliva ran down the side of my mouth.

"Fucking beautiful," he muttered.

I felt nasty and empowered at the same time. A wild combination.

He flipped me over and went on to caress my behind before plunging deep inside of me in one go, his girth wickedly stretching me. He thrust into me relentlessly, holding my hips and spanking my ass in between strokes.

At a certain point, I started throwing my ass back at him. He paused watching his dick slide in and out of my pussy. I smiled feeling like a badass bitch.

"Don't play with me," he muttered.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do?"

He didn't need words. He took control and showed me. He fucked my pussy until I came, and then came again. His hand wrapped around my throat and I knew I was in trouble as his strokes got harder and faster.

He was grunting at this point and I knew he was about to come. My moans got louder and louder and I was afraid the whole house would hear us, including my father.

But it didn't matter. I couldn't help it even if I tried. This was just too damn good. To be more precise, his dick game was just too damn good.

To my surprise, he withdrew and came between my ass cheeks, his cum thick and warm as it slid down to my pussy lips.

"I don't know how the fuck you do this to me," he said, stroking his cock as he looked down at me with stars in his eyes. "I want to stick it right back in."

I bit my lip in anticipation and pointed my butt up in the air. I felt like a wanton who couldn't get enough.

He slid his cock inside me, one, two, three times before pulling out. "Shower?" he asked, kissing my mouth.

I nodded and followed him into the shower. The water felt amazing falling on my skin. I took my time washing my face, thinking about how my feelings for Willem were growing like wildflowers in a field.

"It's not just about the sex for me," he said, searching my gaze with his. "I wanted you to know that. Our connection means a lot to me and I care about you deeply."

"I care about you too. I read one of your letters today and I'm sorry I thought the worse of you. I love how much you care about Bradley. He's lucky to have a father figure like you."

"Thank you. That means a lot coming from you. Have you spoken to your father?"

"Yes. I told him I would be distancing myself from him."

"How did he take it?"

I shrugged. My father was the only family I had left. The thought of losing him was a hard pill to swallow. "Not well, but space will do us good."

He kissed my shoulder, his tongue gliding along my wet skin. "Have you given anymore more thought to staying here with me?"

"I have. After Bradley's surgery I will be going back to Curacao until the end of the year. That will give the hospital enough time to find a replacement for me. And then I'll move back here with you."

"You want to leave me for five months? I don't think I can go that long not seeing you."

"Then come with me," I whispered.

"What about Bradley? If the operation goes well, he's going to need me more than ever."

"I have something to tell you." I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel.

Willem stepped out of the shower as well, his long legs dripping water on the floor. This man's body was built for pure sex. He was built to ravage my body with his impressive manhood.

My cheeks warmed and I looked away, gathering my thoughts for the bad news I was about to deliver.

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