Amanda was relieved that the train journey was over, comfortable as it had been, and that a first-class ticket had made it possible for her not to become irritated by the clutter and fuss of holidaymakers. That was not to be endured for the hours it had taken to reach the station that she needed. She would be away from the hustle of work and be in the company of a close friend and those she and her husband had invited down to a large, über-stylish, house perched on the rugged Cornish coastline and with nothing to block the view of the Atlantic Ocean, nor to break the sea breeze that would rise from the beach below the property’s wild garden.
She had heard Beth Tucker talk of the open-plan place that she and Brian had chosen for their time away and she had looked it up on the web. A two-storey structure was constructed in roughly hewn local stone and its walls penetrated by large windows to the rooms that would offer everyone magnificent views of the bay, the rugged cliffs, and the sea beyond.
She had met some of their friends and would know most who had been invited. But they were all couples and would be given the biggest rooms and, when there had been a pause in their telephone chat, Beth had gone on to say that she would be in a separate wing of the house that looked onto a sheltered patio with its wooden deck. That small suite was one of two and was separated by a cosy living room from another single bedroom.
‘You won’t be alone out there as my Ryan is coming down to stay as well,’ she had volunteered, ‘but you may know that already.’
‘No, I didn’t!’ she had replied, rather too quickly as if she had been caught out in a lie, yet she was suddenly overwhelmed by relief. Ryan had only hinted at being able to get away for as long as had been suggested. ‘I’ll feel like the wallflower at the dance if I am there on my own.’
‘No, you’re never that. I’ll be with you and we will find time just for ourselves.’
And now there he was standing at the exit gate, handsome as ever to her ways of seeing him, and she knew that she would become lost all over again and that this time there would be no risk. She was a free woman again, not trapped in a loveless and destructive marriage that had gone on for far too long and she was too busy to take in just what it was all doing to her, emotionally, until Ryan had come into her life as never before. She had become the mature woman enslaved by the attention that a younger man paid to her and that a moment’s touch, over-familiar in the eyes of Beth, had alerted her to what might have been playing out between them when they had last been together, and she still married but her attention and body claimed by her friend’s son. Ryan was no youngster that she had seduced by, but a ragingly good-looking, successful, and attentive man of thirty-two.
‘I’m with the wonderful lady from a few long months ago,’ he kisses modestly to her cheeks, but Amanda clings to him and soon presses her mouth to his lips.
‘I’ve wanted to do that for so long!’ She does not object as he grabs her case and she threads one arm through his, their shared steps quick and in time as if they have been doing this out of habit. ‘I can leave my work and past life behind me for a while and be with you.’ She is surprised to see him open the door of a BMW convertible, its deep blue metallic paint gleaming. ‘What’s this?’
He laughs in evident pride. ‘I decided to spoil myself as the business is going better than just well…it’s flying! It’s second-hand, of course, as I don’t throw my money around on a car.’
She knows that about him. He devotes much of his money to his apartment’s refurbishment and that she fell into helping him to achieve. She spent a few hours there, one afternoon, and had shared in tempestuous loving that had decided it for her. She had to end their trysts until different order could be brought to her life. His enthusiasm’s infectious and she feels her spirits lift and the tiredness of her train journey fall away. ‘You helped me in my business too.’
‘I remember every moment we talked through your hopes for the business. They brought us together…’
‘And I hope we will have time for that, and no one else, while I’m here,’ she suggests, her hand brushing his as he drives away from the station and they take the twisting roads that will bring them to the holiday retreat she has seen and heard so much about. ‘I’ve earned some time away after…after all I’ve been through.’
‘I know, but try and forget all of that now. Do that for both our sakes.’
She smiles fondly at Ryan and tries not to distract him as he drives assuredly. ‘I worried about how it would be between us when I saw you again, like this.’
‘Me too, but it was for the best, what you decided on. I wouldn’t have let you just go otherwise. You were in my blood by then.’
‘I felt the same, but I knew that life would get so much more difficult until one way was finally ended.’
‘It has now.’
‘Yes, it has.’
She had begun to cherish the expectation of resuming her relationship with him and had been surprised by his continuing interest and calls when he could do so, discreetly. Ryan’s interest in her had continued to burn and now it could be fanned into a white-hot heat, once more, if she chose to live it out again with him.
He had pursued a career in marketing and had done that ever since he had left university, a prestigious place that set him up for his career and work that has helped her business grow in ways that she could never have imagined. Ryan hasn’t just helped her pursue the traditional ways of promoting her business but has also opened her eyes to virtual reality, to cinematic drive-throughs, that will show her existing clients, and new ones, what she and her business can achieve for them in transforming their homes.
She had fallen into pursuing an affair with him that was short and lustful; an unexpected pleasure that the difficulties in her marriage had aroused. It had ended amicably and regretfully, her voluptuous body made love to in ways that she missed beyond enduring, she thought at the time, but reason had overcome passion and the frequency of their meetings, ostensibly for work, had become too risky for both of them to continue arranging. She had never been the promiscuous sort and had found in him the perfect antidote to what her life with her ‘ex’ had become, but the secrecy and the furtive nature of their times together had taken the edge of what she had purposefully succumbed to with him. Passion had become deepening affection that she had not wished to spoil. They had shared interests in many things and she had been pursued by a lover only ten years her junior. Beth Tucker was some years older but their friendship had grown out of work that she had done for her and her husband, Brian. So, it had all become a process of give and take.
‘There’s no quick way to get to the villa,’ he said on a moment’s approving glance her way as she took a hairgrip from a handbag and tied back her beautiful hair. Bangled bracelets slid down her lightly tanned arms, the dusting of freckles a delight, the fabric of her dress shaping her breasts. He sighed in appreciation of what he saw of her. ‘So, we have some time to ourselves.’
‘That’s what I was hoping for,’ she smiled and reached across to brush her fingers over his cheek. Neither could see the approving glance of the other; sunglasses concealed their eyes. She takes him in with her approving glance and touches Ryan’s strong arm as he shifts gear before stroking the back of his hand. He responds, presses his hand to her thigh and she feels its warmth through the fabric of her skirt as it slowly trails and caresses upwards until she stops its progress. ‘We could park somewhere and take in the view, Ryan darling.’
She soon fell into using her once familiar ways of talking to him.
‘I’m doing that, just as you are, I think,’ he teased with a laugh.
Just to see her again had him believing that he could become besotted with Amanda all over again, just as he had been when their affair had burst into unquenchable heat. He now saw a different woman, not one dressed for her work, but a woman in a white tunic dress with its random blue smudge prints; a dress that went so captivatingly well with her auburn, tawny-red hair and the light tan of her skin, white flats with their blue toecaps a finishing touch to what he knew were long, fleshy, legs. She was a broad-hipped, mature, and sexy woman to his ways of seeing her and he had to stop the car. Amanda’s touches were too much to bear, the brush of her fingertips so brazen as they swept over the front of his chinos. She would feel how aroused he had become at the prospect of being with her again. Restraint and convention could well be forsaken as they pursued each other once more.
‘Please, stop the car?’ she kissed his cheek, twisting in her seat to do that and he could see the soft skin to the insides of her thighs. They were warm to his touch, a slow sliding caress. ‘I can feel that you’re with me in this.’
‘Jeez, Amanda, I wondered during the drive to collect you how long I could keep my hands off you.’
The car was slowed to a slithering stop in a gravel pull-in that was bounded by a high, dry-stone wall. The sign by a gap showed it to be a viewing point for hikers and they would take their chances with each other, here and now.
♥
‘Quick, before anyone else stops to admire the view!’ she laughs as Amanda pulls on his hand and they stumble through the offset gap in the wall that is there to deter horse-riders. They both grin as they spot a wide wooden bench arranged close to the wall.
‘Just the place do you think?’ he asks with a wondering laugh.
‘We can only try!’ She holds his hand and lifts the hem of her dress and soon steps out of her panties. ‘Mind these for me, won’t you?’
He stuffs them into one of the pockets of his chinos. The woman’s wild and she won’t waste a moment. Underneath the calm and poised demeanour beats the heart of a passionate woman, her touch to his arm as she prepared for him sending little shocks of anticipation coursing through his belly. She’s already discovered that he’s hard and wants her, and now she leans back against him, and his hand cups her mound, does so as the skirt of her dress covers what he is doing, should anyone chance upon them.
‘There’s no rush to get over to the others, is there…not when you do that for me!’ she groans, raising one arm to pull his head down so that they can share in deepening open-mouthed kisses as his fingers of the other hand work her in quick, deepening strokes and prods.
‘No, Amanda, you darling woman,’ he answers, the strain of his prick in his chinos too much to bear.
‘Oh Ryan, you…you darling!’ she gasps, shuddering as his fingering of her brings on the sharp shocks of an orgasm, quick snaps of pleasure and release. She has cum hard and twists away. ‘Lie down on the edge…I’ll sit on you.’
‘No more than that?’
‘No time, sorry.’
‘Here’s just a taster of what’s to come,’ he answers and kneels before her. His tongue soon slicks over her pussy’s lips which are open and swollen, her taste impossible to resist as he takes her. He could hear her soft gasps of dismay and pleasure as he sucked in her love juices.
‘You darling! You know now how I’ve missed you!’ she cooed softly. ‘Lie back…be quick!’
Her nimble fingers unzipped his chinos and he tugged free his arcing prick. How he used to love what she sets about doing now, to slick his length with her tongue before she took the head in her mouth and started to slowly suck, her fingers tracing a path over the veined surface. He could only watch as this classy woman gave him a blow. He managed to cup her breasts in his hands but did so gently as he was engulfed in her mouth.
‘Keep going, they’re not stopping!’ he called out to her as a car slowed out in the road and then drove off with a roar of its engine and a swirl of dust.
She took him deeper and faster, just watching his cock disappear in and out of her wonderful warm mouth aroused such wrecking cramps of pleasure. He was so turned on, and lusted so strongly for her, that he worried that he would lose it in her mouth.
‘Sit on me and ride it out, you’re so special I can’t wait for that!’
She nodded her reply before leaning over him to offer kisses to his mouth and squirmed on feeling the grip of his hands to the swell of her breasts. ‘Yes, I’ll do that for you…just don’t mark me. It will give the game away.’
How to deal with the looks and opinions of others when they arrived, and over the days that she would spend with them all, had begun to enter her thoughts more clearly as that moment approached. But, there was something else to discover before that.
Amanda positioned herself over him and saw Ryan angle his penis so that she could settle down upon it, her movements slow and teasing as she became accustomed to him opening the way to his deepest entry until she gripped its slicked length and began to gently rock back and forth, the walls of her vagina stretched and caressed by his girth, her thighs aching as she rose and fell, having to bear some of her weight as she moved on him.
‘I’m okay if you are with this!’ he called out to her as the rhythm became faster and harder, as she began to fuck him and Amanda gave little grunts of effort, her hands gripping his shirt front as she rocked to and fro.
‘Just about!’ she gasped, grimacing as he pulled her down onto him every time she moved away, only to be pulled down and her fleshy buttocks slapped his thighs. They moaned and grunted, did so in tandem with her wrenching claims upon him and in a rush of delirium that they had found each other again. They were lost in the moment but not helpless in their pursuit of a shared climax. He can be a horny monster, with that cock of his that she can just about take deep into her pussy, the usual preambles, that they have known of before, forsaken.
‘You’re with me again!’ he called out and she nodded, leaning forward to kiss him, her breaths halting as she was again overwhelmed by her orgasm and feeling the tingling rushes of his release. ‘We haven’t fucked like that for a long time, you darling woman.’
Amanda didn’t dare to say that she felt that he had ‘owned’ her as they loved. She wasn’t ready to admit that it could be so when their age differences and circumstances would, most people would say, work against them. So, just as it had been shared moments ago, the pursuit of company and pleasure was all that she wanted from her times with him.
She did not dare to think too far ahead.
♥
Beth and Brian Tucker have been consummate hosts to them all, and Amanda marvels at seeing how she is in making every one of her friends, that have been invited, feel at home. They have spent time together; they have also gone off in smaller groups to enjoy the clifftop walks, to swim in the cool waters of the bay below their terrace and their dinners together have been relaxed, boisterous, and uninhibited; all of them ‘smartening up’ for meals that have seen them seated around a long table and never with the same companion on either side of them. The men have cooked on the barbecue, or rotary spit hung over the charcoal, the slate-fronted chimney rising to the vaulted and beamed ceiling of the dining area. The cavernous, sparsely furnished space offers views over the bay beyond, with palms and stunted shrubs that are suited to the Cornish weather and the Atlantic winds, softening the angular geometry of the house.
Seeing Ryan so relaxed and talking to the other guests put her mind at ease. Beth could think what she wanted about them, their closeness, but Ryan had shown supreme control over what he said and did when she was near him. He didn’t flirt or cast her a lingering look, or smile in that captivating way of his, and yet to be denied his attention made her feel horny. Every time she thought about what they had again shared would get that sense of yearning deep in her abdomen. She had to keep reminding herself to resist the temptation to seek his company and devote all of her attention to him, and Ryan upon her.
Now, as the men went into the games room and were joined by Beth’s friends, she came to stand by her side, glass in hand.
‘You have picked a wonderful spot,’ Amanda began to say, ‘and thank you for asking me down to be here with you all.’
‘You’ve told me, already, Amanda,’ Beth murmured in reply. ‘Brian and I can’t help but notice how close you two are…you and Ryan.’
‘He has been of great help in my business…’
Beth gave her friend a questioning look. ‘I know that, but it’s not what I mean. I…I can understand what may have driven you both to be together, the break-up of his relationship with Mireille knocking him over.’
‘And I had my problems, so it seemed natural for us to seek comfort with each other, is what you’re saying?’
‘Yes, just that.’
‘But it’s gone deeper and we know the limits, what others will say and think, rather than understanding that something more may come of it.’ Amanda sighed as she met Beth’s look upon her. ‘If it embarrasses you then perhaps I should go…’
‘No, you don’t have to do that,’ Beth replied and put a restraining hand on her arm. ‘Ryan’s confided in me; you know?’
‘Amanda looked back sharply at her friend. ‘What did he say?’
‘He told me that he has found something in his relationship with you that goes beyond what he ever had with Mireille and that even after their breakup, and what you went through in your divorce from Stephen, he never gave up hope on making it work…somehow and sometime.’
‘He could have told me,’ she now said, her lips trembling.
‘Ryan thought, I can only imagine, that you had enough on your plate without having to deal with the attentions of a younger man at the same time.’
Amanda gave a soft disbelieving laugh on hearing that. ‘Younger, yes…but not so much that it’s not real, what there is between us. I like being with him and he makes me feel wanted. Whatever else may follow, it will follow, and if it’s allowed to happen. We’re only too grown up about it all.’
Beth ran her fingers through her tinted straw-blonde hair as she looked back at Amanda. Her friend retained her beauty and vitality that she understood would be like a magnet to her son and draw him in. She had sensed that there was a bond between them, even as they all strolled through the surf on a walk to a pub some distance away and for lunch the day before, and the temptation to drive there resisted. They did not need to touch. A look upon each other seemed to be enough to reveal that it was more than simple friendship, or politeness to his mother’s guest, that was to be seen in Ryan’s eyes.
‘I won’t say anymore, Mandy.’ It was Beth’s name for her friend and not one that others used.
‘I’m glad that you did, though, just now. It’s not been easy, over the past year or so, to understand what has happened but we keep coming back to each other. So, Ryan and I need to work it all out…just the two of us.’
♥
‘I saw you both talking. Was it about us doing this?’ Ryan had met Beth’s smile as he joined them, intrigued at how they were talking, standing close as if sharing confidences. It seemed to be a smile of a deeper understanding of what was being played out between him and Amanda, and that he had spoken of to her.
‘Yes but leave all of that for now!’
His fingers brush wonderingly over the soft creases in her skin, between her breasts, then up to Amanda’s throat, down her arms before they caress the indolent swell of her breasts once more, his touches making her breaths hitch, her hands slowly caressing his hips as he makes slow love to her naked body, down over the soft curve of her tummy and brushes the coarse hair that covers her pussy, keeps from his view, if only for a second, her moist heat and pink folds. He has seen and tasted her secret, a woman’s place, but how he feels after the many months that have passed is as if he sees her for the first time in her naked glory.
‘Your name suits you so well, Amanda…the woman worthy of love. I want to be with her again…again and again.’
She stands almost as tall as he does, at nigh on six feet and he thinks of her as his Amazon, his shapely goddess. The other women who have been in his life, and bed, have not aroused the same intensity of emotions that she does; the raging lustful feelings, and devotion, that Amanda has succeeded in doing. No one gets close to him in the ways that she does. Beth had been dismayed when he had confessed to how they had fallen into pursuing an affair, to ending it, only for their need to be together to flare up once more.
His work, and help, had brought them together but it took some time for them to realize what was beginning to play out between them. Now, it feels as if nothing will keep them apart and she’s free to let go.
He moves behind her and embraces Amanda, kisses her shoulders, and the hollows of her neck, and breathes warmly in her eras as he sucks on one earlobe and then the other. He breathes in Amanda’s scented heat and takes delight in her. He loves the soft creases to each side of her mouth whenever Amanda smiles, the brightness in her eyes when they look at each other and he feels like any lover would, the centre of his woman’s attention. He loves that bond with her and he is only too willing to reciprocate and to let her know that their ages are no barrier to the feelings that they each arouse in the other.
She feels so lustful and it is the same again for Ryan. She feels his erection against the small of her back, how its domed tips slide over her skin before she is lifted, enough, so that it can caress the slicked edges of her pussy in slow touches; his hard flesh meeting her moist tempting warmth.
‘First in my room, but I spend the whole night in yours,’ she laughs softly and gasps as Ryan pushes her onto the bed and leans over her with a hungering look in his eyes as he takes in once more her nakedness, their times spent outdoors leaving her skin a golden brown and the freckles more pronounced. His impatience seems to get the better of him. ‘Do with me what you want, darling!’
He grips her hands and pushes them up by her head and she feels powerless to move. Her heart beats like a kettledrum and she loves his dominant ways, his strong body delighting her, as well as Ryan’s wondering smile, and the attentive look in his eyes, arousing her to the possibilities of what will follow, each knowing that their bond is no longer a secret as far as Beth and Brian are concerned. They may be wondering, even now, what their boy is getting up to with her and in a room not so very far away, across the courtyard from the main house where all the other guests may also be pursuing fleshy pleasures with each other.
He plants gently sucking kisses to her throat, then trails kisses down over her breasts, Amanda lifting them and sighing with pleasure as he kisses the clammy warmth underneath them. He does this so tantalisingly slowly that she moves to encourage harder claims upon them; to squeeze them and to draw his lips and flickering tongue over her nipples, to claim her body hungrily and possessively.
‘Aren’t you being impatient…just a bit?’ he asks with a teasing smile. ‘I don’t think I’ve disappointed you before.’
‘No, you haven’t!’ she groans by way of a reply. ‘I’ve become someone else when I’m with you!’
‘I thought so, and I love it.’
Finally, he presses his lips to one of her breasts and sucks slowly on her nipple, his ways making her feel on fire, her body aflame and she feels that with each claim of his sucking lips, she will gush, make ready for him and just as Ryan wants. She rips free her hands from his hold upon them and grips his head, drawing his hungering lips down over her body. Her patience has already run out as Ryan plants kisses to her belly, flickers his long tongue over her pussy’s lips, and darts into her in swirling probes and licks. It feels wonderful, beguiling and seducing her responses; her groans filling the room and her legs thrashing on the bed as he pursues her, swirling his tongue in excruciatingly pleasuring circles around and over her clit.
‘Ryan…that too?’ she yelps as two of his fingers join in his plaguing of her. Her body quivers as he takes her in this way, her pussy so wet and open that she needs so much more of him to pleasure her. The first nagging cramps of an approaching orgasm are felt and her legs tremble, her clawing hands on his head and body declaring it to be so.
‘I won’t tease you any longer,’ he kisses and she feels his hands grip her legs as Ryan places them on his shoulders and he leans over her, dominating and strong.
She gasps for breath as his penis tip pokes and circles at her opening. Then he dips his hips, entering her accepting body in a long sinuous, and plunging stroke that soon becomes a raging quest to please them both. Her pussy has welcomed him as he pushes into her and she feels filled by its girth and length, her slicked heat enveloping him as his movements begin to pleasure her. He groans as she responds, closes her pussy’s walls around him and she works his length in a wrenching, plaguing rhythm that he hopes she can prolong and that he can endure. Amanda has ways of bringing him on, breaking through his efforts to hold back what will inevitably follow.
‘Go on and do it…waste me… waste me!’ she gasps as her fingers join his probing penis in a rhythm of loving and plunging deep, short, strokes being followed by one long and lingering push, the swollen head of his penis brushing her pussy’s walls and exciting her responses. ‘Darling…you darling!’
They hold the other’s wild-eyed, lustful gaze. They’ve forsaken all restraint and they claw and cling to each other, writhing on the wide bed that creaks and settles with their movements; the soft squelching sounds of slicked flesh reaching them. It seems to her that his admiring look and the kiss and caress of his lips and hands are paying homage to her body; that she is now the most beautiful woman in his world. She believes that look may well be in her eyes too and for him. She feels the trills of longing and approaching consummation merge into one rushing sensation that makes her breaths hitch in her throat.
‘Come for me and come deep in me!’ she gasps, arching her back as she feels the first spurt of his semen dart against the end of her womb.
‘I can’t stop it even if I wanted to!’ he gaps and shudders,
The first spurting dart of release is followed by others, the intense shuddering of his body, the wild bumping of his hips against her as their bodies crash against each other and are accompanied by her stifled cries to his mouth, his shoulders, and finally his throat. Ryan pulls away, lifts his head from her lips, and gasps in a final submission to what she has aroused in him; her pussy contracting around him in perfect harmony with his tamping thrusts and easing away. She’s claiming his cock and enticing it to surrender every dart of his semen that he can give in the frenetic rush to a shred climax. Amanda puts her hands to his face and kisses him, making Ryan meet her hooded stare as pleasure overwhelms them. ‘I love what you do for me…who you are to me, darling. No one can take this away from us, what we have found. No one!’
With pleasure shared also comes risk and Ryan slowly eases out of her, feeling the residual pleasure of the domed tip of his penis ease past Amanda’s lips, her body shivering as he does so.
‘I’m still so ready for you,’ she says softly, wonderingly, as she basks in the pleasure that has again been discovered with him. She’s been filled and found so deep that little of his semen has yet leaked out of her. What she does feel is empty and, as Ryan lies down beside her, she nestles against him. ‘The next one’s in your room.’
‘Give me a moment or two,’ he chuckles as she clamps a hand around his slicked meat, ‘You’ve wasted me.’
His handsome face is creased as he smiles at her, Amanda finding it impossible not to press her breasts and legs against him and to offer kisses and caresses to Ryan’s strong and toned body as they share in their body heat, the aroma of sex strong and intoxicating. It has all been so wild and uninhibited that he wonders how it can end because of what others, and especially his folks, will think. To them, their son’s affair is most likely but a passing fancy and they will each see sense that their different circumstances and lives will bring into sharper focus.
‘We’ve got all night, darling Ryan…all night and then so much more afterward, when we are away from here again.’
‘Yes, and I…I may find you if we go on like this. Have you thought about that?’
‘Yes, I have thought of that, darling,’ she answers in some dismay. It is a question he has never asked and that she has never spoken of with him. ‘I never thought of you as a promiscuous man, so…so I never asked that you wear a condom.’
Ryan’s fully with it now. ‘Is there a plan B if it were to happen?’
He sits up and she does so too, nestles against him with her arms around his shoulders and her lips pressed to Ryan’s warm skin. ‘Would you want me to end it…were you to find me as you say? I’m not so young that it would happen so easily, but the way we are with each other it could…or it might happen.’
He turns in her embrace and she meets his wondering look upon her. The woman he has made love to, chest to chest, hips crashing against hips, lips kissing and sucking, her wet heat wrapped around him, and with his body wracked by Amanda’s claims upon it, she is now asking him the deepest of questions and one they have never spoken of; the passion and heat of their loving all-consuming, closing out any other thoughts than the pursuit of pleasure, unconfined and enduring; the slide and fearsome grip of her hands to his back and hips as she guided his undulating rhythm, closing out everything that might have given him a reason to pause and ask the question.
He has enough, his prick long and thick, with more than enough to reach the gates to her womb and he has felt it every time that they have loved, how her womanly walls have felt so slicked that he had glided in and out and yet she continuing to work him. Neither of them had to fake anything, not the pleasure discovered nor the raging sense of completion.
He’d been wasted by her ways of loving once more.
‘I’m not into ending things when we should have taken care…I should have taken care. But I’m not going to force that decision on you were it ever to happen.’ He eased out of her possessive embrace. ‘Grab your nightdress and be with me in my room, please?’
Amanda rushed after him, her heart in her mouth and breasts swaying, as she thought through all that he had just confessed to. Her nightdress fell to the floor and she watched him throw his clothes on the only chair to be found in the large, echoing room, the bed seeming to fill the space and large enough for four people.
‘You meant what you just said, didn’t you? If I were to get pregnant you wouldn’t want a termination?’
‘No, I wouldn’t want that, and I’d stay by you in whichever way you wanted…I mean it, in whatever way. My work, the flash car, and the nice apartment, they’re not the only or most important of things that I want.’ He cupped her face in his hands and Amanda offered caresses to his belly and chest before she flung her arms about his neck and simply languished in his look upon her, his slow breaths to be felt on her lips. ‘That,’ he emphasised, ‘is one thing I did not talk to Beth about…what I wanted from a woman like you.’
Amanda nodded and then clung to him. ‘We found pleasure again by being together, but you want so much more.’
She had bought a one-way ticket. The drive home, with him, would be unlike any journey that she had ever made before. The distance was of no importance. Whom she shared the journey with was.
‘Let people think what they want,’ she kissed. ‘I want to be with you, only you.’
♥
