Page 2 of Taking A Chance
“Isaac!” His name comes out a little garbled as I exhale it on a moan. I begin to tremble as I get closer and closer to the endgame.
“Amy,” Isaac pants. “I’m so close. Come for me, baby.”
His words are all it takes to push me over the edge. My inner muscles pulsate around his cock, gripping him hard. His body becomes rigid, and his jaw tightens, as deep animalistic sounds spill from his mouth and the warmth of his seed fills me as he finds his release.
Isaac rolls away from me, laying on his back, and I follow suit. Both of us try to catch our breath. A shimmer of moisture covers our bodies, and I’m instantly grateful for the cool air that flits across my hot skin.
“This will never falter,” Isaac murmurs.
“The hot sexy?” He turns and looks at me, his hand sweeping away the stray hairs that are stuck to the moisture on my forehead.
“No. The irrefutable love that I have for you.” He kisses me hard. A kiss that affirms his declaration. “I love you so much that… I feel it… right here,” he pats the centre of his chest. “When I take in you and the kids, it’s like my heart is about to burst with love, pride and admiration. You are my world; you know that, Amy?”
“I do, Isaac.” I place the palm of my hand against his cheek, rubbing my thumb across the bone. “But what about the sex?” I turn to eye him, doing my best to keep my serious face. “Are you still going to shag me senseless when we’re old?”
“Woman! I’m pouring my heart out here,” he says, lifting his hand in exasperation before bringing it down with a gentle slap on my bum. “And all you are worried about is if I’ll still find you attractive.”
“Well actually, I was thinking more about if you’ll still be able to get it up?”
“You cheeky bugger!” he shrieks with a really poor attempt at a Yorkshire accent. His fingers find my ticklish spot, the bit just under the ribs, but before you hit the hip bone, and he is relentless.
“No. NO!” I squeal, laughing loud and hard, twisting my body as I try to get away from his probing hands, but it’s useless. “Isaaaaccccc! Please, you’ll wake our boy.”
With some reluctance, he lets me go, laughing, the smile on his face still laced with a hint of mischief. He hovers over me, a hand on each side of my head, as he leans in, stealing a heady kiss. “I’m going to take a quick shower.” He walks away from the bed and I growl at the sight of his perfectly pert backside. He gives his bum a wiggle and winks at me over his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom. Just after the shower water turns on, he bobs his head around the door. “Will you speak to Petra? See if you can find out what’s going on?”
“Sure. I’ll call her tomorrow. Are you going to call Cade?”
“He’s flying over Friday to talk about a new acquisition we’ve been looking at.”
“I thought he’d re-scheduled again?”
“He did, but I re-scheduled it right back. I’m not sure if it’s me he’s avoiding or something else.”
“More like someone else,” I correct.
“Either way, he’s getting his ass here, whether he likes it or not. I’ll talk to him then. Face to face is better because I can read him like a book. I’ll be able to tell if he’s hiding something.”
He disappears back into the bathroom.
I wait until I hear the shower running before I follow him. The image of his body through the steamed-up glass is a little distorted, but no less spectacular. Opening the door, I slide in behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, pushing my boobs against the hard muscle of his back.
“Happy anniversary, Isaac.” He turns to face me and pulls me further under the spray of the water. Our hair becomes plastered to our heads, as drops of water run down our faces. His kiss is filled with a thousand ‘I love you’s’. His tongue slipping between my lips, tells a million ‘I want you’s’. Our hearts beat together, declaring our ‘forever yours’.
“Happy anniversary, beautiful,” he whispers against my lips, and then the love making starts all over again.
Amy and Isaac’s wedding
Two years earlier.
After a beautiful ceremony at Isaac’s parents’ house, the wedding party had moved to a grand hotel nearby. Isaac was insistent about it. For one, he had argued; he didn’t want Jack and Kath to have all the stress when it came to the catering and stuff. And two, the house wasn’t big enough to accommodate all the guests that would stay overnight. The decision to have the reception at the hotel was a clever move really, as now, most of us who plan to take advantage of the bar are in crawling distance from our beds. I guess it makes sense.
“Congratulations Amy, you are absolutely stunning.” The ivory dress that Amy is wearing frames her figure perfectly. It’s long and fitted, but fans out from the hip down. Full soft folds of delicate silk pushed out by the layers of tulle underneath. It accentuates her boobs and waist in the best possible way, showing her sexy hourglass figure. The crystal beading on the bodice keeps catching the light, making her sparkle like a Disney princess.
“Ah thanks, Petra. I’ll be honest, I do feel pretty in this gown,” she does a little wiggle. “I’m not sure how the hell I’m going to hold all this fabric up when I go for a pee.”
“I’m sure Isaac won’t have any problems later, when he’s desperate to get into your knickers,” I giggle. “You look scrummy. It’s taking me all my time to keep my hands off you.” I give her a cheeky wink.
“You are so bad,” Amy frowns, but then we hug it out before I move on.