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18r content!!!
I prepared dinner; a roasted chicken Alfredo pasta casserole, fresh, crisp green beans, accompanied by a simple romaine salad. Amelia's piano playing kept me company.
With a glass of white wine - a dry Chardonnay, I headed to the living room to enjoy my private concert. Amelia smiled at me and changed her song as I sat.
A melodious voice filled the room, the piano pelting out a rhythmic tempo, light and energetic.
"I'm dreaming of one kiss from you
A love long and true
We'll go on and on and...
I don't wanna hear that I'm too young
To know it's love that makes me feel this way
'Cause I don't have to feel the heat of the sun
To know it's shining on me every day
When it's warm outside
And the look in your eyes
Is longing to show me the way
I don't want to wait
Just one kiss from you, and suddenly
I see the road laid out in front of me
You give me strength, you give me hope
And when you hold me in your arms
You make me whole
And I don't know just what I would do
Without one kiss from you"
I recognized Britney Spears' One Kiss From You. She watched me as she played, eyes twinkling.
I wondered how her library of music had become so immense, with a broad variety from classical to modern. I had to smile. Amelia really used music to communicate.
She stopped playing when I stood, smiling at me. She turned her face up as I bent, and again, I was transported by her lips,
The sensual, intimate brush of her tongue, the way her mouth opened seductively, the kiss deepening.
I had a partial erection and a strong desire to cart her off to bed. For a moment, just a moment, I pictured her naked, and my erection surged.
Without thinking, I gently covered her delicate breast, shuddering at how petite yet perfect it was.
A quiet moan from Amelia almost took me over the edge. Breaking the kiss, I was happy to see her breathing harder.
I sure was. I adored the sweet arousal in her eyes. They'd darkened; evermore beautiful.
"Why did you stop?" she asked softly, reaching up to touch my lips with the pad of her finger, giving them a gentle caress.
"Because we're in the living room. Because I'm hungry. Because what I want to do with you requires a bed."
She smiled with delight. "Kay. I'm hungry, too. We didn't have lunch." A sweet blush emerged. "And bed sounds good, too."
There was a new awareness of each other as we ate. Sexual desire is an almost physical emotion. It makes your heart beat harder and adds weight to your chest.
It makes you more alert; you notice small things. I noticed how Amelia looked at me, not with her eyes clear and smiling, but with darker, sexier eyes full of something exotic.
Her eyes darted away from me when I caught her staring, a small blush flushing her cheeks. She fidgeted on her chair and pushed food around her plate, taking small nibbles.
Conversation was limited to Rufus and, long before I'd finished, she pushed her plate away, three-quarters untouched.
"I'm not hungry anymore," she said.
"It wasn't good?"
"It was good, but I've lost my appetite."
"Why?" I asked, innocently. I knew why. She never ate when she was excited; food an inconvenience.
"Dunno. What time is it?"
"Ten after nine." It was lovely watching her try to maneuver me into suggesting we go to bed early.
"Want to watch a movie?"
I smiled. "Sure. Go turn one on," I suggested with a nod over to the TV.
"Um. Maybe we could watch one in bed?"
A slight rosy blush emerged on her cheeks. She was so damn cute. Relenting, I agreed. She smiled brightly and took her plate to the sink.
I looked at my half-finished meal and debated. No. It was no contest. Amelia feeling kittenish or casserole? It was like a choice for a lead actor between Jack Nicholson or Peewee Herman. No contest at all.
I missed Rufus not jumping onto the bed. Amelia made up for it. She'd obviously planned carefully. In a silky ruby camisole with intricate lace at the top and matching silky pajama shorts, she looked sweet.
The top draped on her beautifully as only silk can do, giving shape to her delicate breasts, her pajama shorts revealing long, slender, bare legs.
Yet, looking at her face, I was taken by how young and sweet she was; a deeply attractive blossoming beauty. Innocent, yet sexy. A powerful combination made stronger by her character.
She slipped under the single, white, Egyptian cotton sheet, studying me shyly, waiting for my reaction to her first attempt at being sexy, aware that this time she was getting into bed as a lover.
I smiled gently and reached for her, drawing her to me. "You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen."
She smiled. "Thanks."
"Just so we're clear," I added, "You're mine. I'm never letting you go."
Her smile broadened into radiance. "Kay," she whispered.
She was a slight girl in my arms, young, gazelle-like. I kissed her, a gentle touch of my lips to hers, a wave of soft pleasure washing through me.
Amelia pressed herself against me and teased my lips with the tip of her tongue, her gray eyes sparkling, then closing.