by Hunt, Evelyn
“What do you want to talk about?” she asked sternly.
Mark sighed aloud before he sat down slowly and looked down in shame. When he looked back up at her, she noticed his eyes welling up.
“I don’t know what came over me Carey, I mean, I just can’t believe I let things go this far” he started before he burst into a sob.
“I want a divorce” Carey said, ignoring his wimps.
Mark looked up and was lost for words. At that moment he knew that she wasn’t going to take him back, not in a long shot. She’d threatened to leave him before but this time it was different, she was somewhat calm and stern at the same time. Her eyes seemed to glisten in the room’s lighting, she wasn’t the naïve girl he’d always managed to control.
Carey rose from the sofa and went to his side then knelt on the floor and took his face in her palm. As she looked into his eyes, she knew it was time to move on.
“I know you love me Mark, and I will always love you. But you know that we are not meant to be, not any more. I am not mad at you, and I hope that you will respect and give me what I want, you owe me that much” she said before she rose from the floor and went upstairs to their bedroom.
She collected a few clothes and shoved them in a bag then went back downstairs. Mark was in the same position she’d left him and before she could reach the door she froze on her feet.
“Does he love you?” Mark asked.
“Yes, and I love him, goodbye Mark” she said over her shoulder before opening the door and closing it behind her without a glance back at him.
She got into her car and drove back to the cabin, hoping and wishing that Nixon was still there. She let down her car window and the evening breeze blew her long red hair to her back and her lips curved up in a smile.
It had been a long time before she’d felt that relieved, and the only thing she wanted from that moment on, was to be in Nixon’s arm. She parked her car in the driveway and reached for the cabin’s key under the door mat.
It was so quiet and as she walked into the bedroom, Nixon was still fast asleep in bed. She took a moment and smiled at his peaceful figure before slipping off her clothes and getting in bed naked.
“It’s all over love” she whispered into his ear.
Nixon woke up in shock and paused for a few seconds.
“I thought you’d left me” he stammered.
“I will never leave you love, not anymore. I’m all yours now” she said with a smile.
“How do you mean?” Nixon asked with unabashed interest.
“I’ve asked Mark for a divorce, and he knows about us, he knows that I love you” she answered lovingly as she brushed his hair back with her fingers.
Before Nixon could utter a word, Carey bent forward and kissed him passionately.
“I feel like a bath” she whispered.
“Right now?” Nixon asked surprisingly.
“Yes, right now, come bathe with me” she said as she slid off the sheets and walked into the bathroom.
She let the water run as she wound her arms around Nixon and kissed him passionately.
“I feel like I’m imagining this, like it’s a dream” Nixon whispered.
“Well, you better get used to it because you are never going to wake up” Carey answered as she got into the hot tub and Nixon followed suit.
She took a sponge and lathered some soap before rubbing it on Nixon’s shoulder and chest. Nixon pulled her close to him and reached for another sponge and lathered it with soap. He took it down between her legs and rubbed it on her pussy and Carey moaned.
She reached down his navel and felt his dick harden as she took it into her hand as the other continued to bathe him. Nixon placed his sponge away and lifted her so she was sitting on top of him. He looked into her eyes and studied her face down to a T.
“I love you Carey” he whispered.
“I love you more” Carey answered before leaning down for a kiss. It was a slow, passionate kiss that built in hunger.
She threw the sponge on the floor and dipped her tongue inside his mouth and Nixon sucked it ferociously as his hands parted and squeezed her ass cheeks. Her skin felt so soft and warm with the lathered water covering her body.
He kissed her neck down to her chest and took one nipple in his mouth, he sucked it hungrily and Carey moaned as she twirled her waist against his dick. She reached her hand down to his dick and rubbed it skillfully as Nixon devoured her taught excited nipples.
She placed his dick against her soaking pussy and pressed down against it, feeling it penetrate her gently but fully. Nixon wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to him as she rode him skillfully as he continued to suck her nipples.
Thrust by thrust Nixon perceived her excitement growing, her body wriggled and twisted as she arched her back, then suddenly she froze rigid, her eyes were open yet starring with her mouth open but slack. He pinned her tightly to him so that his entire dick had disappeared inside her and he felt her tremble before letting out a soft moan in ecstasy, and he followed shortly.
Carey pulled back and caressed his face then leaned down and kissed him. She reached for the sponge Nixon was using on her and continued to bathe him with his dick still inside her. As she rubbed his nipples with the sponge, she felt his dick harden slightly inside her.
“Hmmmm, someone is getting excited” she said teasingly as she continued to play with his nipples.
“What can I say, you know the right buttons to push” Nixon answered as he laid back on the tub.
“Buttons, huh!! Let’s see if I can find another” Carey cooed as she bent forward and breathed on his ear before licking his earlobe.
She tagged it lightly and sucked it seductively and his dick shot up inside her. She continued to lick his earlobes as her fingers nibbled and rubbed his nipples and his dick got harder and bigger inside her.
She sat up and twisted her pussy on his cock and Nixon moaned. He marveled at her riding him and he reached forward and cupped her tits as Carey increased her speed in fucking him. She ran her hands through her hair before resting them on his chest for support.
She increased her speed and pressed harder on him as she reached her second orgasm. She could still feel him hard inside her and knew he could go another round so she laid back in the tub and Nixon went on top of her.
He thrust inside her long and hard and she moaned. He reached down her navel and rubbed her clit as his dick built on speed in thrusting inside her. She took one leg up to his shoulder and Nixon held it tightly as he humped inside her one last time before shooting hot cum inside her and she moaned in pleasure again as another orgasm hit her.
He withdrew his cock and sat on the opposite end of the tub and the two stared lovingly at each other. Carey knew she’d found the love of her life, and even if Mark contested the divorce, Nixon was worth fighting and holding on for.
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Stranded On The Shores Of Love
by
Frances Riley
It was the year 1733. On the coastline of the Italian island Sardinia, a nobleman slowly opened his eyes, finding himself lying shoal waters of the shore, with small waves playfully washing up against his face. He was cold, wet, and completely disorientated. Painfully sitting upright, he slowly started remembering the terrible sea storm they were caught in the previous night, how they tried fighting against gale-force winds and giant crushing waves, which had picked their ship up and thrown it around as if it was nothing but a mere toy. His body felt battered and bruised from the beating it received during the previous night’s storm. They were indeed very lucky to make it out of that storm alive.
“Oh my goodness!” a melodious voice cried out in Italian. “Are you okay?” the owner of the sweet sounding voice asked in Italian, rushing towards the nobleman who was
trying to get to his feet.
Half struggling to his feet, the nobleman, Count Robert Du Brecy, turned to see who the owner of the sweet sounding voice was. A vision of a dark-haired angel briefly greeted his eyes, before the world started spinning around him, sending him into the blackness of unconsciousness.
Hours later Robert woke to find himself lying on a large feather bed inside a massive, expensively decorated room. Confused as to where he was, Robert started sitting upright. His body was still feeling a little stiff and sore, but he ignored the pain and started getting out of bed. It was only when he threw the silk sheets back that he saw that his clothes had been removed and his wounds tended to.
“Ah, you are awake,” a servant woman sitting in a chair in the corner of the room said. “My name is Maria. I’ve been taking care of you since you were brought here this morning. How are you feeling now?”
“I’m feeling much better, thank you Maria,” Robert answered with a smile, covering his semi-naked body with the silk sheets. If the woman had kept quiet, he wouldn’t even have noticed her sitting there in the corner of the room. “Can you possibly tell me where I am?” he asked with a light frown. The storm had taken them so far off course that he had no idea where he found himself at.
“You are in castle De Savoy, on the island of Sardinia, close to Italy” Maria added when she saw that the island’s name didn’t mean anything to him, and then continued, “Princess Gabriella found you lying on the beach during her morning stroll and immediately sent for help.”
Princess Gabriella… So that was her name, Robert thought with a dreamy smile, recalling the vision of the gorgeous woman he briefly saw before he blacked out earlier that morning.
“Excuse me?” Robert asked when he realized that the servant woman was busy talking to him. He was so lost in thought, that he didn’t even initially hear her speaking to him.
“I said I will send for Umberto to bring you a fresh set of clothing and help you with your toilette. Once you are finished getting dressed, Umberto will then take you to meet the king,” Maria repeated with a tiny smile, immediately recognizing the lost, dreamy look in Robert’s eyes. Princess Gabriella always seemed to have that type of effect on men.
Dressed in only the finest fashionable men’s wear, Robert emerged from the chamber a little while later, following the servant Umberto down the stairs to the throne room, where the king was waiting to meet him. Going through a maze of passages on their way to the throne room, Robert could see that no cost had been spared in decorating and furnishing the palace. Being of noble birth, he was used the finer things in life, however, the magnificence and luxury of the entire palace, left him speechless.
Reaching the entrance of the throne room, the sounds of an orchestra and the soft murmur of voices sounded up faintly from behind the closed gilded doors. Following the king’s orders, the two armed guards at the entrance immediately granted Robert access. Opening the gilded doors the guards waited for the orchestra to halt, and then loudly announced his arrival, “Entering, Count Robert Du Brecy!”
A silence fell upon the throne room when Robert entered the room, everyone stopped what they were doing and were curiously watching the newcomer while he made his way down the thick, red carpet, leading to the throne.
“Your majesty,” Robert said kneeling low in front of the king, “Count Robert Du Brecy, at your service.”
“Count Du Brecy, welcome to our slice of heaven,” the King smiled, motioning Robert to stand upright. “I am King Charles Emmanuel III, and this is my wife Queen Nicola, my two daughters, Princess Gabriella, and Princess Sonia, and my son, Prince Charles,” the King first introduced the royal family, and then proceeded to lead Robert through the room, introducing him to the crème de la crème of Sardinia’s society.
The King and Robert immediately took a liking to each other, jovially talking as if they were old friends. While escorting Robert through the massive throne room and doing the introductions, the King told him a bit more about their kingdom and traditions. In that short time with the King, Robert already knew that he and the King would grow to become great friends. They had the same outlook on life, and shared a lot of the same viewpoints and interests.
Even though Robert was having a great time enjoying the company of the King, he constantly found himself searching the room for the angelic face of Princess Gabriella. From the moment the king had formally introduced him, he hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything else, she was constantly in his mind. It was though he had lost all control over his body; his eyes were magnetically drawn to her, his whole being yearned to be close to her, to get to know her, and feel the soft touch of her rosy lips upon his.
“Count Du Brecy,” the King interrupted Robert’s thoughts, leading him towards an extremely refined gentleman dressed in the latest men’s fashion, wearing the customary white wig, white powdered face, and painted mole on his cheek, “I lastly want to introduce you to Count Camillo Benso di Cavour,” the King proceeded to introduce the two men to each other, completely oblivious to the tension that immediately existed between the two men.
Responding to the King’s introduction, Robert formally bowed in front of the pompous gentleman. Count di Cavour struck Robert as one of those cold, polished, effeminate types of men. It was clear to Robert that the other man thought himself to be very important. Count Benso di Cavour had his nose slightly lifted into the air while he stiffly acknowledged the introduction, looking down upon Robert as if he was an irritation, a mortal in the company of gods.
“Count di Cavour will soon become part of the De Savoy family,” the King said patting Count Benso di Cavour on the shoulder, though it was noticeable that the King wasn’t exactly beaming with pride. “You see, Count Benso di Cavour recently became engaged to Princess Gabriella. They are getting married towards the end of the year.”
“Oh,” Robert said, feeling more than a little disappointed. His eyes instinctively glanced across the room, to where Princess Gabriella was talking with a group of women. Catching Robert’s eyes upon her, Princess Gabriella shyly looked away and then continued talking to her peers as if she wasn’t aware of the strong magnetic pull that existed between her and the handsome Count Du Brecy. “Congratulations, I hope the two of you will be very happy together,” Robert congratulated the arrogant Count Benso di Cavour, fighting hard not to openly show his dislike of the man.
Almost as if Count Benso di Cavour had picked up on the strong magnetic pull that existed between Robert and Gabriella, he excused himself from the King and Robert’s company, to join Princess Gabriella where she was still talking to her some of her friends. In a possessive display, Count Benso di Cavour proceeded to put his arm around Gabriella’s waist, and whisper something in her ear that caused the princess to become flushed and look highly uncomfortable.
Unwilling to watch Count Benso di Cavour’s flagrant, possessive display towards Princess Gabriella, Robert politely excused himself from the King and other nobles’ company, and went to seek the peace and tranquility of the inner courtyard. The courtyard was situated right in the center of palace, forming a natural square where the north, east, west, and south wing of the palace all led out to the central garden in the middle thereof.
There, amongst the multitude of rosebushes, exotic flowers, shrubs, and other greenery, Robert tried to regain control over his heart and mind. His emotions were so jumbled up that he couldn’t think logically about anything, the Princess Gabriella had planted herself firmly in his mind. Her beauty was like a well written poem, with her long, flowing auburn hair, golden-olive complexion, and hazel eyes she had taken his thoughts captive and was wreaking havoc in his mind.
Sitting on one of the benches next to the koi pond, Robert attempted to analyze the welter of emotions that had taken control of him. Never had he felt such an intense attraction towards any woman, as the attraction he felt towards Princess Gabriella. He realized that it would be in his best interest to avoid Princess Gabriella for the remainder of h
is stay on the island. He could feel that he was starting to fall hopelessly in love with the princess. Therefore, if he didn’t want to return home a broken man, he would have to steer clear of the mesmerizing princess.
The rest of the week Robert deliberately kept his distance from Princess Gabriella. He kept their interaction to a bare minimum, though with every passing day he could feel himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her. No matter how hard he tried to ban her from his heart, she effortlessly crawled deeper and deeper into every nook and cranny of his heart.
“It’s so peaceful out here, isn’t it?” Princess Gabriella said walking closer to where Robert was sitting on the beach, staring out over the waves. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked as she went to sit down beside him.
“No, not at all,” Robert answered, taken by surprise with her unexpected arrival on the beach. Looking around, he saw that she was by herself; none of her normal entourage was with her.
