Lucien
His first thought was that it was one of the children but as he walked forward, he saw that the little figure perched on the stool was that of the woman who haunted him.
His Wife. Proserpina.
The woman he lusted for every night as he fisted himself with his large hands, grunting with desire for the one woman he wanted, the only woman he needed.
The woman he had impregnated a second time, in a night of anger and passion, an act that left him sleepless with remorse.
She was too engrossed in her tub of chocolate ice cream and since she sat directly under the large lamp, she had not made out that he was standing in the shadows inside the door, drinking in the sight of her abandoned enjoyment as she licked the spoon enthusiastically.
Sensuously.
Her small tongue flicked in and out, massaging the spot, he thought, his co*ck rearing as he watched, intently.
It made him think of how she had mastered the art of sucking his co*k; when the beast was in her mouth, she worshipped it, her small hands stroking, pampering his manhood as she pleasured him, kneeling before him in subjugation.
Yes, he had been the one to teach her but she had been an exceptional pupil. When she first came to him, she had been a novice, raw and innocent. he had taught her how to pleasure him and she had caught on. And how! He was as hard as a rock as he watched her, reliving those moments when she had been on her knees before him, taking him between her plump lips.
Now as she sat there, perched on the stool, she was ignorant of the fact that she had an aroused audience, drinking in her every move.
***
She licked the spoon, her face a study in bliss and his groin tightened. As his eyes wandered over her, his manhood hardened, painfully. The long black hair fell around her shoulders and the freshly washed fragrance of vanilla in her hair enveloped him, turning him on, associated as it was with her.
He thought of how her hair used to spread out on the pillow as she abandoned herself to his body, surrendering to his fierce demands. her tresses framing her face as she had lain beneath him, moaning as he ploughed into the soft, wet core f her welcoming womanhood.
***
She shuddered in ecstasy as she licked her plump lips and the sight of her soft tongue circling her lips in relish made his manhood stand erect painfully.
Fuck! He thought, his shoulders stiffening, he was going to ejaculate now if she didn't stop.
In the bright light, he noticed her attire and drew in a sharp breath. The large man's shirt, HIS shirt, was transparent and he could make out the full breasts, the pointed nipples.
He groaned and touched his shaft through his trousers; it was now standing up, erect, demanding satisfaction in her wetness...
***
Proserpina
A sound startled me.
The sound of someone in the room and I sat up, dropping the spoon into the tumbler. Scrabbling off the stool, unthinking of my lack of decent attire, I stepped down and cried.
"Who's there? Ria? Beatrice?'
*
The powerful lights came on suddenly, flooding the room.
I blinked, clutching the stool for support, unsure and afraid.
Lucien stood there.
Too late I remembered that the white shirt I was wearing was near transparent. And that it only barely grazed the top of my thighs.
***
The man I still loved and ached for stood there. His jaw was dark with stubble, his pale grey shirt open to the waist as he left it when he was working.
But it was the look of raw hunger in his eyes that blazed with desire which made me grip the table.
The look of pure undiluted lust on his face made me tremble.
My knees almost gave way as I saw the hunger, the passion in his narrowed eyes but I stood there, watching him as his eyes went slowly over my body. Almost in response, my breasts unashamedly thrust forward and his eyes lingered on my nipples that were as hard as diamonds. Then his eyes slowly slid over the soft roundness of my growing belly, my dark pussy. They travelled down, to my bare feet, and up again, like a thirsty man drinking water.
Deliberately, I licked my lips, savouring the taste of chocolate, enjoying the look of helpless desire on his face, the longing that he could not hide..
***
His eyes narrowed further and blazed hotly.
Turning away abruptly, he made for the door, dragging his leg slightly.
"Lucien?' I whispered huskily.
Without turning to look at me, he said hoarsely over his shoulder,
" I thought...I came to check...'
And then, as he made his way to the door, he snapped gruffly,
'Leave the lights on. Take care when you go back.'
***
"Wait, ' I cried, as a sudden plan hit me in the solar plexus or wherever.
'Please wait, I don't want to go upstairs alone.'
And then as he turned, his harsh gaze pinning me down, with the fierceness of the desire in them I faltered,
' Would you like some...uh...ice cream?'
I said it innocently enough but the moment I had finished saying it, I blushed.
He turned around completely, his big body stiffening and stared at me flatly.
Then he growled,
"No. Not get moving then.'
"Wait, ' I pouted, 'I need to return these things ...'
He made a loud sound of exasperation sounding like a man at the end of his tether but I was now enjoying my role as temptress.
What was turning me on further was the fact that I knew he wanted me, desperately.
Even though I looked like an elephant, I thought, smiling to myself and lowering my head, hiding my smug expression behind my curtain of hair.
Lucien
He stood, powerless to move as his wife strolled around languidly, taking her time, moving sensuously.
What is wrong with me, he asked himself despairingly, aware that he had a huge erection.
She is heavily pregnant with my child and I want to f*ck her, right now, here in the kitchen, uncaring if anyone were to walk in.
As she stepped back from the counter where she had been replacing the bowl, she gave a small gasp as the water splashed onto the front of her shirt, drenching it.
Now he could no tear his eyes off her for the sight of the shirt wetly plastered to her burgeoning breasts, outlining her prominent dark nipples was something that made his co*k drip with pre-cum. He pictured himself, his mouth latched onto them as she groaned, begging him to fulfil her. he would teach her to tease him, he thought grimly, scowling at her.
Running his hand through his hair wretchedly, Lucien knew he would be spending most of the night jerking off with the vision of this woman standing before him her body on display so explicitly, tormenting him.
***