Remembered (19 page)

“Are you scared?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“Not at all,” she replied, a little surprised by the
question, given how she’d almost begged him for it recently. A thought occurred
to her. “Are you?” she asked.

He held this thumb and forefinger in front of her, pulling
them apart infinitesimally, and gave her a lopsided smile.

“Really?” she queried.

“Only a tiny bit,” he responded.

“Why?” she pushed.

“I’ve been led to believe that, in the beginning, there is a
lot more pressure on the man to perform adequately,” he said, smiling.

“I wouldn’t know what
adequately
is,” she reminded
him.

“Ah, the silver lining,” he replied, grinning.

She placed her hand on his cheek. “We’ll figure this out
together.”

“I know,” he answered before pushing her down on the bed.

It took him less than one heartbeat to regain his
confidence. Not a second too soon, he was kissing her with his usual fevered
intensity, so much so that he was rolling her from one side of the bed to the
other. His hands rummaged through her hair, down her sides, over her hips and
down her legs. His mouth was locked tight with hers.

He pulled away, knelt up on the bed and began unbuttoning
his shirt, still panting heavily, his eyes piercing into hers.

As he flung his shirt to the floor, Annie was transfixed on
the beautiful body before her. She knelt up slowly and placed both hands on his
chest. She let them slide all over his shoulders, arms, and over to his waist
and up his chiseled belly. He placed his hands on top of hers, guiding her,
leading her to the places he wanted her to go, breathing heavily through his
nose, shuddering under her touch.

To her dismay, when she approached his waistline, he stopped
her once again. He took her hands and placed them on either side of his chest.
“Not yet,” he breathed.

He pulled the ends of her dress upwards, past her hips and
waist. “Arms up,” he coaxed, pulling the dress up over her belly, then breasts.
She reached her arms up over her head and felt the fabric slip off her
entirely.

Feeling a bout of bashfulness, she lay down and closed her
eyes tight, feeling the burn of the blush on her cheeks. She felt his finger
loop inside the tiny corner of her flimsy panties. She felt them slide slowly
down her hips, her thighs, across her knees, down her calves, and over her
feet, while she quivered uncontrollably.

She waited a long moment for something to happen, but there
was only silence. Opening her eyes, she found Kellus staring at her naked body,
an unreadable expression on his face.

She swallowed hard. “What’s the matter? She asked, her voice
breaking.

“I’ve never seen anything so perfect,” he answered, his
words laced with reverence. “I can’t believe you’re really mine.”

“Completely,” she whispered.

His eyes met hers finally. “My imagination didn’t begin to
do you justice.”

“You imagined me like this?”

He lifted his shoulders and shook his head. “Only…like…seven
hundred times a day.”

She giggled.

He leaned over her and pressed his forehead to hers, letting
his gaze burn into her. She shut her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of his
stare. “Open your eyes, Annie,” he demanded, gently lowering his weight onto
her.

“Okay,” she said shyly, looking back at him.

“I love you so much, beautiful girl,” he breathed before
joining his lips to hers and pushing his tongue forcefully into her mouth.

His hand moved over her ribcage, down past her hip, traveled
all the way down to her knee and back up again.

He maneuvered himself to the side of her then let his hand
travel over her once more.

On his journey back down, he veered to the center, sliding
down further, until his palm came to rest on her pelvis.

Slowly, his thumb found its way between her secret folds.

She gasped out loud, digging her nails into his back.

Moving his thumb in a circular motion, he filled her with a
craving, a needing she never thought possible. She dug her heels into the
mattress, moaning and whimpering, as her body screamed for more.

Her heart thundered against her ribs, every nerve ending
shaking and quivering, as his tongue lashed at her neck.

Finally, when she thought she could take no more, yet
dreading the moment it stopped, every muscle in her body stiffened of its own
accord.  A powerful force jolted through her, causing the lower half of her
body to lift off the bed entirely. She screamed. Her body shuddered out of
control.

The force dissipated, leaving her weak and exhausted.

She put her hand over her heart and took several deep
breaths to calm the pounding.

Kellus looked down at her with intense hunger evident on his
face, his jaw tight and strained. He knelt before her, coaxing her legs apart,
and positioned himself at her threshold.

He pushed in once and stopped.

She gasped again. The feeling wasn’t exactly painful, but
not exactly comfortable either. Thankfully, he gave her a moment to adjust, looking
into her eyes to gauge her reaction.

When she felt the initial sting pass, she nodded, giving him
permission to begin moving inside her.

He lowered his body and took control of her mouth again as
he moved back and forth into her. His hands were combed through her hair on
either side of her head. Her hands dug into his lower back.

Nothing could have prepared her, no amount of talk or
rumors, for the sensations gushing through her. She was in a heightened state
of frenzied ecstasy, physical pleasure washing over her, down to her very soul.

After many long moments, she felt herself tighten around him
and that same heavenly force taking absolute control of her body once more.

She shook under him and cried out.

An array of emotions gripped her. She reveled in the feel of
this beautiful man, whom she adored completely, wrapped in her arms and moving
inside her, faster, building momentum. The sounds of him moaning and grunting
in ultimate pleasure ripped at her heart.

She felt tears of pure joy spring forward, running down the
side of her head and neck, and into her ears.

He leaned up and threw his head back, his face strained. He
sucked in a deep breath and pushed into her one last time, grinding his teeth. He
collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. She could feel his heart thumping
as forcefully as her own, joined in matching rhythm.

Without looking at her, he reached his hand up to stroke her
cheek, his fingers sliding over her damp skin.

His head shot up.

He looked at his wet fingers then at her, panic and worry
drawn across his face.

“I’m happy,” she assured him, touching his cheek.

His face relaxed.

“That was…so amazing…perfect,” she said in a dreamy voice.

He vigorously nodded his agreement. “
You’re
amazing
and perfect,” he murmured, leaning forward to press his lips to her forehead.
He kept them there for a long moment. He pulled his head back. “So, tell me,
beautiful girl,” he said, looking down in feigned seriousness. “How many times
to you think we could do that in one week?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know…maybe a hundred.”

“Want to find out?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Absolutely,” She agreed enthusiastically.

Annie would’ve never believed that the happiest, most
beautiful week of her life would be spent confined to one tiny room. The days
bled into one another in a haze of euphoria. They loved each other so deeply,
so desperately, that she wondered how she had ever managed to feel content
without him in her life.

Kellus had declared their hotel room a
‘no clothing zone’
and claimed he had personally voted it into law—a law that he would rigorously
enforce if necessary—stating that violators would be punished accordingly. The
one and only exception to the law was when he dressed to go get food, every
couple of hours. The beautiful Mrs. Kir, however, was denied such exceptions;
the law decreeing it criminally negligent to cover such perfection.

And so, the time was spent in their honeymoon bed, tangled
in each other’s limbs, feasting off one another.

“You looked so beautiful in my mother’s wedding dress,”
Kellus said one afternoon as they lay reminiscing about their simple wedding.
“Though, I would have preferred to see you in that little yellow slip that you
wore the day Cora had surgery.”

Annie blushed at the memory. “That will forever be the most
embarrassing days of my life,” she said, wincing.

“It was very nearly one of mine, also,” he stated.

“Why?” she asked, leaning up to look at him.

“You didn’t notice that I couldn’t look at you that day?” he
questioned skeptically.

“I did, as a matter of fact,” she replied. “I thought you
were angry that I was there, especially at dinner.”

 “Is that what you thought?” he said, laughing. “Annie, I
was overcome with lust, so much so that my knees were weak and I had a pain
deep in my gut. I wanted you so badly. That little yellow slip has popped up in
almost all of my dreams since and has been the cause of dozens of cold
showers.”

“Oh,” Annie said simply. That was information that she would
file away for further reference.

“Then later, when you walked into our dining room wearing
one of our uniforms, I was completely undone. I’d never seen anything so
desirable in my life. I wanted to pick you up and run to my room to have my way
with you—vows and virtue be damned. I left because I was on the verge of crying
like a baby.”

“Now you can have your way with me anytime you like,” she
said seductively.

“Um,” he breathed. “I was just thinking that very same
thing.” He leaned over and kissed her frantically, maneuvering himself on top
of her.

Sometime later—after he collapsed on top of her, sated and
exhausted from what had to be close to the hundredth time they’d made love in a
matter of days—she shifted slightly under him. He leaned up to look at her. “I
hope I’m not too heavy for you,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his
eyes, “because if I am, that might thwart my new plan entirely.”

“New plan?” she questioned dubiously.

“Yes,” he replied. “I suppose I should tell you since it
involves you somewhat.”

“What is it?” she asked, amused.

“Well, I have decided that I’m going to live out the
remainder of my days between your thighs,” he answered matter-of-factly. “I
hope you don’t mind, but even if you do, it really can’t be helped. It’s
paradise here.”

“I see,” she answered, nodding playfully. “But I think
you’ll have to leave the comfort of my thighs at some point.”

“No, I don’t think so,” he argued.

“Then how will we eat?’ she questioned.

“Ah, see, I’ve already worked that all out in my head,” he
informed her. “Like I told you, I rarely make rash decisions.”

“You have?” she giggled.

“Yes, I have. I’m going to arrange for someone to come to
our home to spoon feed, us three times a day. It’s really that simple,” he
stated. “And don’t worry; I intend to cover your beautiful breasts with my body.
I will not tolerate anyone else gazing at them but me.”

“And how will we pay this potential breast-gazer, since your
well thought-out plan would prevent you from working for a living?” she asked.

“I have a trust fund,” he answered.

“Ah, I see, you have a trust fund,” she laughed.

All pretenses left his face. “I really do have a trust
fund,” he said. “Perhaps I should rephrase;
we
have a trust fund.”

“What?” she asked pointedly, realizing that he was telling
the truth. “What do you mean?”

“I
did
tell you that my grandfather was extremely
wealthy, correct?”

“Yes, but—”

He cut her off. “You didn’t think he took all that money to
the grave, did you?” he questioned. “It’s been well invested over the years.”

“How much?” she asked, shock rippling through her.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not really sure, but I know
there’s more than enough for my beautiful wife to live a very comfortable
life.”

“Kellus, I…” she trailed off, rendered speechless. All she
could think about were the many years she scrimped by with what little money
her parents had left her, sometimes with barely enough to eat, always fearful
that the money would run out before the twins were adults. “You’re rich?” she
stammered.

“
We’re
rich,” he corrected her.

“But your father works,” she said, “And your brother works
on your farm. I don’t understand.”

“My parents raised us to be a humble family and to do
everything for ourselves. Mother believes that rich people often lose sight of
the important and really valuable things in life, like a close-knit family for
one, and the satisfaction of doing a hard day’s work,” he answered, shrugging
his shoulders. “So we forget about the money for the most part, but it’s there,
should we ever need it.”

“I don’t believe this,” she said, dazed.  “I mean, I believe
you, but…”

“Well, you will soon believe it because I intend to buy you
every little thing your heart desires,” he announced.

She contemplated that for a while, but soon realized that
the only thing her heart desired was already lying in her arms. The money
didn’t change anything. “No, Kellus, you won’t,” she said firmly. “I’m not
really interested in material things.”

“Yes, but—”

She put her finger over his lips to silence him. “No buts,”
she said. “I think I agree with your mother on this account. It’s really nice to
know that there’s security, but that’s not what I wanted from you, and to be
honest, I’m a little agitated that you kept this from me.”

“Why?” he asked, a crease forming between his eyes.