I hurry down the stairs forgetting that I’m inappropriately dressed. Motherhood had definitely been doing her number on me lately. All I had to sense was my baby in distress and boom,I’d rush over like a mother hen trying to protect her chick from the hawk. I stop in my tracks.
He was already there, baby in his arms, gently rocking her, standing like the gorgeous temptation he had been since halfway through the pregnancy . He was Ralph. Needless to say, he was a demon that had been haunting my very sleep. I feel my whole body respond to him but I outwardly appear calm and collected. I can’t trust him, they are all the same. He might have taken me in but that’s all I wanted. I can’t understand why my brain processes gratitude as something much more. I couldn’t give in.
My breasts stimulate their natural response at this point and I feel my lingerie begin to get wet. Uh uh, I scurry away and hurriedly begin to prepare my baby’s formula as she had refused to satisfy mother nature by sucking. It’s at this point I sense him right behind me, his breath on my neck, his hands on my shoulder. “She’s sleeping now” he says and begins to caress me lightly, sending kisses that sent scintillating shivers down my spine. Turning me gently, I raise my face to look at him and he draws back a little,his eyes burning my skin. I wonder if he got turned off by the wet patterns my milk had formed in front of my dress but I needed this now, his lips on my breasts tugging at them and making them his. The next instant, he’s in front of me like he just read my mind and begins to trace patterns with his lips from my neck down. I’ve never felt this way before. All rush of emotions all at once. From tightening of body to wanting to let go of all. He continues to kiss me tenderly working his way to in between my cleavages. I moan out loud “oh God,oh Ralph” and press on to his neck like I might eventually fall from ecstasy. He slips one hand inside my lingerie..( We’ve wanted this for far too long, our body has craved this for even longer.. so finally…) He uses his hands to trace a pattern round my nipple. Now, I know this is pure torture.”Please”,I moan out again and just like that, like the word was his undoing,he begins to suckle,the lingerie still standing as a barrier between us. I keep pressing in,I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to feel his breath on my skin however, seemed like torture was part of Ralph’s plan.
Suddenly,a piercing noise cut through the air and in that instant, I was brought back to reality. Phoebe needed me and here I was doing only God knows what with Ralph. I couldn’t be here. Couldn’t believe I let my emotions get the better of me. I stiffened. Withdrew from him emotionally and physically, picked up the earlier prepared formula and I left as fast as I could.
As I lay down on my bed, all I could do was cry. I was exactly what they had called me. A slut.Nothing more, nothing less. I mean what mother in her right senses desires the first man that opens the door for her after being thrown out by a stepmom who had refused to take care of her and her bastard child. This desire was torture. Why couldn’t I have met him a bit sooner?? As she pondered upon these things,she slept off.
As he worked throughout the day, all he could really think of was a certain female who had tormented him for the longest of times. She tasted so good and he couldn’t believe his luck that she had let him get that intimate with her. He had been willing to take it slowly but seeing her this morning, standing there, looking like the beautiful goddess that she was, Amelia had set him on fire immediately . The plan was to leave after letting her know he had put the baby to sleep but he had felt drawn to her. So drawn that he couldn’t deny he desired her however,he knew it was going to be difficult.
Needless to say, throughout the week, we were never at the same place at the same time. Not if I could help it. I had to admit to myself that I couldn’t handle myself around him. However, the next week, Phoebe took ill. Had to hurry to get Ralph. In the end,he was all I had left. We both rushed to the hospital where my baby’s fever was treated and I was asked to pay special attention to her, giving her the prescribed drugs on time.
The ride home was unusually quiet but it was fine by me. I mean, I needed time to ponder in silence how I could pay extra attention to Phoebe. I didn’t want to get it all wrong with her. She was my only source of strength now.
He glanced sideways and all I could really see on Amelia’s face were traces of worry. How he longed to ease those worry lines off her face but he couldn’t do anything without the fear of intimacy again and he wasn’t too sure he’d be able to stop himself this time around.
All went well till it was late at night and Phoebe’s cries pierced through the night.it was so loud that it had Ralph running all the way to Amelia’s room who to say the least looked not just worried but lost. I take the baby from her and feed her with the formula already prepared. The feeding bottle lay empty at the foot of the bed and Phoebe was there,in his arms, sound asleep. I step around to place her in her crib and I’m about leaving the room when I hear a choked ” thank you” from the other end of the room. I turn toward the voice and I see a delicate figure coming towards me.
“Amelia”, I begin,”I won’t be able to stop”.
“So would I but I want you. With every fiber of my being. It doesn’t mean I’m not scared, it means I’m willing to risk it with you.” I move over and tentatively plant kisses all over him. I fiddle his earlobe and feels his response. Encouraged,I press into him wanting him to take the lead.
She was putting me through torture, o, that she was. I lead her toward the bedstand and trail kisses from her ears and trace it all the way down. My fingers find her breasts but I feel a barrier. In one smooth move,the bra was gone,so was her top. My fingers find their way down to her collarbones which I trail lightly with kisses. The full breasts holds me captive for a while and with my head bent,I put one nipple in my mouth, sucking lightly, fingers playing with the other. The urge for more is there as it tastes like banana mixed with cucumber. I wanted more and so the sucking gets intense. She arches her back, giving me the opportunity to take in more. Just a word came into mind but I wasn’t willing to voice it.
This was heaven on Earth. My heartbeat accelerated but I just wanted more. I keep pushing into him. By now,I feel his bulge burning on my hips. I free him and tease him even as he suckles. Noticing how he bit me when my hands trailed him, I did it more often till all I could do was scream his name in pleasure. If this was what it meant to be suckled, then I’ll do it again and again with this same man, all over.