EVAN SEVILLE
The breakfast was in silence. We ate quietly in our table, and I felt restless. I couldn't even look her in the eyes even if I wanted to, but the silence was comfortable.
Yet it made me feel like she was overthinking. We finished our breakfast and started getting ready for our date, which was one of our casual dates; taking a walk at the beach that was an hour drive from our home, depends on the traffic.
While I was taking a shower, I heard the door opening, "hey, love?.." Her voice sounded like, I couldn't place a finger on it. It was blunt, yet as if she was in pain? I couldn't figure it out.
"Yeah?.." My heart felt hesvy for some reason. She then pushed her hand inside the shower curtain slightly, showing me my phone and an unknown number that was on hold.
"It's Mia."
Chills ran down my spine, my heart started besting faster in a bad way, my thoughts started crumbling, I couldn't form words. I turned off the shower and stood there for a moment in silence.
"Can I see you for a moment?" Amelia asked, snapping me out of it, "y— Yeah?.." I was confused why she woul want to see me.
Amelia slowly slid the shower curtain to the side, my eyes quickly caught hers. Instead of pain, I saw that cold look that just made my heart dropped, for a second.
But then flicked to concern, "are you okay?.. You're pale.." I nodded in response, "y— Yeah, just pass me the towel, please. I'll speak to Mia— Did you already speak to her?" I took my phone from hers. I could also see that she was already dress, wearing a beautiful yellow floral sundress. Her hair was falling freely, no jewelry yet, no shoes.
When Amelia turned her back to get me a towel, she stopped and glanced at me then grabbed my towel. I could guess she did, "yeah.. But she, um.. She doesn't want to talk to me, so yeah."
When she gave me the towel, I could see her hands trembling a little. That's when I knew that Mia had either disrespected my wife or had said something that triggered her.
"I'll give you space so you could—" She was about to leave when I grabbed her wrist, "tell me what she said to you. You won't look like this unless she said something disrespectful or uncomfortablem," My gripped on her was firm, yet gentle as I pulled her close.
"Look like what?"
"That cold look that you wanted to kill someone, so tell me, Amelia. What did she say to you?" I stared at her dead in the eyes, wanting her to spill what Mia said to her.
And it really pissed me off whenever someone made my wife uncomfortable or put her in a bad mood.
I cursed underneath my breath before lifting her off the ground and placed her on the marbel counter near the sink, looking at her straight in the eyes as I placed my phone beside her thigh, "tell me, Amelia." I demanded calmly.
She was stunned by how I acted, but she knew I was already not having it, "she.. she—"
"She what?" My patience was wearing thin, I gritted my teeth.
"Can you calm down first, please?.." She quietly pleaded.
"How can I calm down when I don't know if that woman disrespected my wife or made my wife uncomfortable, either way I'm going to make that woman pay—"
"She told me to fuck off and that she wanted me to pass the phone to you, that was it. No big deal." She was bothered, I knew it.
"Since it's not a big deal for you, then it's a big deal for me," I said coldly, and looked down at my phone seeing that Mia was still on the line.
"If she's making you tremble like that, then I'll make you shake today before we continue our date," I was annoyed and pissed as I unhold the call.
"Hello?"
The moment we heard her voice I smashed my lips against Amelia's, making her gasp, "what are you—" She tried to form words throughout our kiss.
I didn't say anything, I just devoured her lips like a hungry man I was for her, always. My hand slid underneath her dress, "Evan, Mia's on the other line— Ngh!.." She let out a sound when I pushed her undergarment aside and inserted a finger, pumping her already then added a second finger.
"Evan.." She breathed out when I pulled away to give her a chance to breath before slamming my lips to hers again.
We ignored Mia's voice on the other line, who kept calling my name. I pushed my fingers deeper making Amelia moaned out loud, "shit!.." Her walls were clenching, making me raise a brow.
"What's this?.. You seemed.."
"I'm not!.." She denied it quickly, making soft sounds. I chuckled darkly, leaned on her ear, "oh, really? Are you sure you're not turned on, knowing someone was on the other line, hearing us making out like this?"
I added a third finger, "Ngh— Ah.. Fuck.." She grabbed my arm, pushing me away but I stay still and pushed my fingers deeper into her, "Evan!.." I knew I was pushing her to the edge.
"That's it.. Call my name, sweetheart.." I bit her ear softly, "keep making those sweet sounds for me.." I pulled away a little, staring down at her. She looked up at me with half lidded eyes, while I kept pumping my fingers in and out of her. I grabbed her chin with my other free hand, lifting her face further as I pressed a soft, passionate kiss to her kissable lips.
"Show her that I'm already yours.. Scream my name, moan for me.." We both didn't bother looking at my phone to see if Mia was still on the other line. We were focused on the pleasure.
I curled my fingers as pumped her, feeling her walls clumping down on my fingers, "E— Evan.. I— I'm cumming.." I smirked, pulling my fingers out and knelt down as I grabbed her thighs and placed it on my shoulders while I pushed aside her undergarment again and buried my face on her wet pussy that was waiting for me to devour.
She whimpered, moaning non-stop, as she rode out her orgasm. But I kept going, licking her folds and tasting every inch of her, her juices dripping down from her folds to my chin.