Without Preamble

One Big Happy

Anelle and Noah are both sweaty and panting when their naked bodies parted. It was the same experience all over again. Noah still felt the same lust for her. Nothing has changed, except that he wants her even more. Her age and maturity added to her allure and beauty. She has become more attractive as she aged. Although he fell in love and got married to Rebekah – the woman he thought was the answer to his wants and needs, because he believed Rebekah had everything. But he now realized it was only Rebekah's sophistication that Anelle lacked. For all intent, Anelle was far more desirous. Especially when he saw her again, it was the same like he had the first time, his carnal desire for her overwhelmed him, more than he ever felt for anyone. Like the first time, his body and mind want to have her, immediately. Without preamble. Why did he not realized this before? And he can't believe she is getting married! He cannot let it happen. Not when she is back in his arms. "Babe," he whispered before sucking her swollen lips again. He still could feel her tightness around him, just like the first time. Which ignited his manhood and desire even more, and it moved inside her to show it's ready, again. "Let's have another round?" he groaned as his shaft starts to move out of the silkiness between Anelle's shapely legs.

She has very long legs for her height. And he wants them wound around his body all the time. He had always fantasized how Anelle looked straddling on him, her lovely face on heat, and in pleasure, how she looked as she came, or even as he pumped her up. All those years! Even when he married Rebekah, her face would replace every woman he was making love with.

Anelle moaned as he felt her wet insides.

"Oooooh Anelle, you're the best, baby. I want you so much..." Noah whispered back before pumping again, holding the soft mounds in front of Anelle, as he took her from behind, her butt cheeks adding more pleasure to the process. They are in a spoon position. He cannot keep count of how many times he had taken her that night alone. Fourth? Fifth? He's insatiable. He was performing like he will never have another chance again. Or was he making up for the lost years? "You like it, Babe?" he asked.

"Hmmm, yesss," Anelle replied. Her nails are dug on both sides of his hips. There's the fear inside her that Janice will find them in that position inside her condo. Janice knew Anton, her fiancé. And she never told her cousin anything about Noah! It is just wrong, everything was wrong, and what scares her the most was the feeling that it was all worth it! She has just realized she preferred spending her time like this with Noah more than anything else! It is insane. And she is enjoying it more while she is worried that her cousin might find them in that wrong situation.

Janice would disown her.

Both Anelle and Noah were silent as they headed back to the gated village. The travel was short, and before Anelle's mind is cleared, she saw Reigner ran to them from the house as they alight from his car.

"Dad, Anelle!" Reigner shouted with glee. It was about nine o'clock at night. Usually, Janice got home around ten at night, so she decided she will have to introduce Noah next time. But she believes that it is better that Janice was late in going home, otherwise, she might have seen them in that compromising situation. If not, if she would introduce them, she is sure Janice is going to catch something between her and Noah. Janice is no fool. She would need to inform her cousin about the stay-in arrangement that she will not be staying at her condo during the weekdays by short messaging on her phone.

"Why are you not in bed yet?" Noah asked his son. "Is your mom in already?"

"No, she said she will be at Tita Sarah's for a while," the child replied. Like a friend already, he took one hand of Anelle. "Shall I show her to her room, Daddy?" he asked, looking at his dad.

"Sure young man, but do not take much of her time, she's going to fix her things..."

Mayet was already waiting for them as they went inside the house. Reigner took her in the inner parts of the bungalow, then stopped in front of an open pink door, which inside walls have small-flowered wallpaper. "Anelle, shall I call you Anelle, or tita Anelle? I don't like ma'am Anelle!" he asked and declared. "This will be your room."