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Amuse-bouche : Part III

* The term 'amuse bouche' is French for "mouth amuser"—think complementary little bites that chefs send to diners at the start of their meal. (Extract of Kitchen Language, Michelin Guide)

Amuse-bouche : Part III

[Amelia's POV]

"Thank you."

We went to a pergola where you can see and hear the murmur of the river that flows through the property, running calmly, quite the opposite of how we felt.

Andreas was in a sexual state that needed to be addressed. And I enjoyed every moment of making him suffer for all I was suffering since that damn note. I took my time sipping my drink and begged the heavens for not giving up. He couldn't help but trace my spine from top to bottom. If it was already difficult the silence, when he spoke to me in a hoarse voice, I felt like I was starting to pour.

"So, let me clarify and don't get me wrong, but I've never been in this situation with anybody..."

"I am not anybody; I am me Darling."

I interrupted and turned as his hand traced the neckline of my dress. His narrowed gaze traveled from my eyes to where his hands were drifting. He took a deep breath. It was a vision of sex and lust. Pride kicked my brain, and the boss in me puffed her chest.

"What's up big boy, are you okay? Can I help you with something?"

I was dying to taste him, but I refuse to be defeated.

A husky laugh followed by a deep: "Humm" was what I could hear. He forces himself to take his hands off me. Thank goodness, because his caresses had me heated. But I could take more, which I could not say about him; he was about to explode.

We took our leave to the interior of the villa. He led me in closing the door behind us. I kept walking, as he approached, he smelled my neck again but did not touch me. He took what was left of my glass and took it to the mini bar. He served a bit of what appeared to be a Scotch and as he sipped it, he walked towards me.

"Do you like strong drinks? Do you want some?"

"Do you understand that you have the need to get me drunk? Because I like to be wide awake and alert. Conscious of everything I do, you know?"

He continues until he was right in front of me. Dipping an appetizing thick middle finger into the glass and offering it to me. For a moment I was motionless. To which he contended, brushing my lips, parting them with such softness I felt my knees tremble. I was already drunk with him. In awe of his audacity, I offered him a small keen smile. The intention of seeing me suck would do nothing to alleviate him. On the contrary. If he thinks he is the only one who can be fearless and bold, he is very wrong.

He did not expect it, but I took his hand firmly. The air left his lungs as I put his finger inside my mouth and, on my tongue, adding a little suction. I licked it from the tip to the end. He squeezed my hip, as he drags me to him. He was deliciously hard though.  When I looked up, all my efforts to be in control so far went to hell. Now I was the one who needed to relish him as it should be. He removes his finger from my mouth, while I suck it vehemently. Taking me by the nape and with the right amount of despair he clashes our lips. Sticking his tongue in, sucking on my bottom lip as he pressed his hardness to my center.

[Luna's POV]

The background music kept our bodies in their sensual movement. Well attached and synchronized. He caressed my body reaching up and holding my nape. He kept rubbing me against his crotch while squeezing my hips. Without realizing it, he guided me until I was in front of one of the pool chairs. We face each other, still enjoying the music. He sat nesting me between his long legs.