The Engaged Couple: Their Deep Love For Each Other

By Emma Jones

"I took Natalie's fingers and kissed them. We'd grown up summers at adjoining Italian villas near Lucca. We had watched each other be kids, and adolescents, and finally, what passes for adults. Later, when we were lovers, neither of us could understand why our lust for each other never bloomed in those days. Perhaps, as the Jesuits suggest, busy minds keep sinful thoughts at bay."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Jones
• Release date: Jan 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005704117

Emma Jones

I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica

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The Engaged Couple: Their Deep Love For Each Other

By Emma Jones

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Contents

Chapter 1: Something has to be done

Chapter 2: London

Chapter 3: Silicon Valley

Chapter 4: Holiday Birth

Chapter 5: Conspiracy

Chapter 6: Restart

Chapter 1: Something has to be done

She was lying back, relaxed, but still breathing through her mouth. Why did we do that?

I let the silence last, then said, Are you overthinking us again?

More silence. I was hard, you were wet. There was suspension of inhibition, and our bodies did the rest.

Another pause as we let the glow dissipate in the late afternoon sun.

There's more to it than that.

She looked over, blue eyes pulling me in as they always did. Lips pursed in a pout, inviting love and violence. I wondered if I would ever tie her up and beat some of that passion into wild, screaming submission.

We desire each other. There's no reason for it, we are as different as day and night, but we do.

I spend weeks drowned in my work, but you appear in the lab, taking time from one of your trips, and I go a little mad until we have coupled, and thrashed, and come.

I took Natalie's fingers and kissed them. We'd grown up summers at adjoining Italian villas near Lucca. We had watched each other be kids, and adolescents, and finally, what passes for adults. Later, when we were lovers, neither of us could understand why our lust for each other never bloomed in those days. Perhaps, as the Jesuits suggest, busy minds keep sinful thoughts at bay.

Our familes were American academics with inherited money that underwrote the summers in Italy, with an interruption or two for conferences, whose importance was stressed in conversation with Italian friends invited to frequent and boozy parties on the olive tree terraces.

In September, back in Ithaca, everyone underwent moods of depression as we awkwardly fitted ourselves back into classes, research labs, unfinished manuscripts and other trivia of the academy and their necessary, middle class kids.

I was the older of two bright children. I should revise that to say I was the bright enough older brother of a brilliant sister whose talents covered music, athletics and mathematics. If Lisa was a comet, I was the dark asteriod in her wake.

Natalie had one of my fingers in her mouth, sucking with the pouty lips. I wondered if we would ever untangle love and lust. Her breast was pink, and its generous, stiff nipple an exotic rose shade that sent a shiver through me whenever I had an opportunity to view it, and occasionally to stroke it.

How many hours do I get this time?

I leaned forward and kissed the pouty lips. Soft, sweet, welcoming. How did I deserve that?

When I leave you, I can hardly concentrate on my work, I am so guilty. I curse myself for the arrogant bastard I am. This isn't drop-in sex. It's more. I fear the day I come to your door and your eyes tell me it is over.

She turned away and I saw her shoulders shake. I talked to my aunt the shrink recently about us. Her voice was low and husky. She was tough. She said, 'Do you think you are the first two lovers to be star-crossed? Can you imagine a love between you that is not conventional? Not bound by a marriage vow, by a household, by children?'

She asked me, 'Why do you keeping seeing each other? Is it just sex, or is there more?'

I started crying. She held me. She said, 'Go home, make yourself a stiff drink, and look inside to see if you can go on having a relationship of visits. If you can't, then you must break it off.'

I reached over and turned her. Why didn't you tell me. We haven't had secrets, have we?

No, I've never hidden anything from you. I don't know that I could. But some terrible little voice said, 'Better not bring this up if you are not prepared to lose him.'

She climbed into my arms, saying There. I didn't mind the voice, and I have told you. You're free to send me away.

I stood up and walked us to the railing on her balcony, absorbing that. Her house was halfway up the first range of hills and had a magnificant view of the valley. If you were the right age to have Sartre pounded into you in school, the existential angst of such beauty was never far away.

But that's not what she said. She said that if deep inside, you decided this wasn't fair, you should send me away. Am I supposed to be getting a signal with this conversation?

What she was doing was pressing herself into me, and rubbing her wet crotch on my thigh, and thusting her hot tongue into my mouth. I was hard in an instant. I grasped her thighs, raising her entrance to the tip of my erection and sliding her down, down, down. Her legs went tight around me and her cunt squeezed me rhythmically.

She whispered in my ear, I agree. I was overthinking us. Let's fuck.

Afterwards, we swam lazily in her pool. As she went down the lane freestyle, the taut globes of her ass flexed in the sun. When she returned in backstroke, the curls on her mount were a minature parade float on display.

I went to the edge and grabbed my drink, watching her go by. In the way of women, she was sending me a message by not sending a message. She wasn't taking her aunt's advice. She wasn't breaking off anything. She was pushing our mess out into the center of the room, like a smelly turd, and suggesting it was up to me to clean it up.

I knew the solution wasn't here, in the seductive hills of the Peninsula. It wasn't where she worked, and was respected and admired.

She swam over and sipped my drink, smiling. I gathered all of her wet, naked beauty into my arms and kissed her neck.

I have to go after dinner. The flight to Singapore leaves at eleven.

I touched her forehead. Your aunt is right. What we have is more than lust and we do have to do something.

She leaned back and took a large gulp of drink. The blue eyes were serious and unblinking.

And?

Ball still in my court. Damn.

Do you suppose we could possibly arrange calendars to go somewhere for ten days? A neutral corner where we could review the bidding?

She leaned in, kissed me and whispered in my ear, Review the bidding. I like that. She rubbed herself on my front while she thought some more.

What kind of somewhere? Alaska? Greenland? The Caucausus?

We had hiked together with friends in the Dolomites as teenagers. She was strong and fit then, and looked like she still was.

My needs are good weather, good exercise outdoors, and privacy. Do you want to pick?

She kept holding me tight and nibbled on my ear. The lab has two European conferences they want me to attend in the spring and summer. Perhaps I can send you a note and you can see if your calendar can be arranged?

Very early on, we had agreed no email. Whatever we had going on, email wouldn't help. And since we were both using corporate accounts, we didn't need prying eyes either.

No, look up the dates while I'm still here and I'll take them with me and call you.

The blue eyes were bright. Deal. Now take me over to the end of the pool and give me your best goodbye fuck.

Years of loving had built a vocabulary of sex between us. Something for every mood. Tender words, teasing words, dominance words. Surprisingly, no submissive words. I wondered if that was the key to our crazy relationship. A collision of two dominants, completely caught up in their great sex together, but not giving any ground.

I was feeling good after finally starting to do something about us. I thrust hard into her, bent over holding on to the pool edge. Feeling good about that, are you, Oscar? Going to take me somewhere and beat me into submission?

After that, her voice sang out, You big cocked bastard, I've got you on the run. Take me. Prove you can fuck me properly. She clenched as hard as she could. Natalie didn't know it, but she was the only woman I had been seeing for over a year. Our infrequent sex was so good, my other women friends had just faded away. She was panting and pushing back hard into me. Almost there and then a rush as we both came and I filled her with a last gift of my best stuff.

She took a leisurely lap and back to wash me out of her and asked, Do you want to light the grill?

After dinner, served in her impeccable style as always, I drove away in my rental car towards the airport knowing a big step was being taken but in the dark about what was going to happen.

It took several calls and over a month to establish that we could have ten days with each other after the conference in Latvia in May.

Natalie knew a woman named Inge at the lab who was of Swedish descent and quizzed her about places for a redezvous after the Riga conference. One thing lead to another, especially after Inge discovered there was a man involved, and we were invited to use the family summer cottage on one of the Aland islands between Finland and Sweden.

She said to me over the phone, Getting there is not too exotic. I can take the train to Tallinn and a night ferry to Mariehamn. When you get to Stockholm, there is a ferry, or a small plane. A taxi will take us to the cottage, and some neighbors will show us the neighborhood. It's on the water and there is even a small sailboat. Does that sound like what you had in mind?

The calendar was harder on my end. I was an epidemiologist for the WHO, and nasty bugs and viruses were my business. A disease hotspot could appear at any time, and I was usually the first professional dispatched to get samples so whatever it was could be identified.

I willed the bugs to behave starting May 20 for ten days. I turned down several priority requests for non-emergency visits in May. I told my superior, the deputy Director General, that a family reunion of years standing was beginning on May 20 and he should protect my vacation days.

Oscar, you are the only person we have ever had who will go anywhere anytime. I will pretend you are visiting the ISS and unavailable on Earth!

All this so my love and I could attempt to work out our future. I told myself affairs of the heart almost never had good endings, and was darkly pessimistic about us.

I flew from Seattle to Brussels on the 17th, and spent the next day at the Pandemics section of the EU Commission. They were struggling with budget cuts that threatened several programs and their subvention to the WHO. A gloomy bunch of professional friends to talk to, but at least there had been almost a year without something serious breaking out and we smiled about that, in the fatalistic way medical people have.

Late in the afternoon, I flew to Stockholm and found a taxi to a hotel near the ferry dock. It left promptly at 0630, so I had a room service meal and turned in. It was already bright and sunny at 4 am at this latitude, and I had no trouble boarding and finding the excellent ferry buffet breakfast.

Natalie was standing on the pier when we docked at Mariehamn, having arrived at 4 am from Tallinn. I hugged her and spun us around. We've got to stop meeting like this! She kissed me hard, in front of many smiling eyes.

I've already got a taxi waiting. He was so nice when I told him I was meeting my boyfriend at the Stockholm ferry. And he knows exactly where Inge's place is. The words tumbled out of her mouth, which I kissed again.

The driver welcomed me in excellent English and off we went on almost an hour's drive. I had changed dollars for kronor and the fare was reasonable. A neighbor had spotted the taxi and came over with the key and many pieces of local information, almost more than we could absorb. It seemed Inge's family was well regarded and part of a small community clustered around one of the many bays of water. The woman wished us well in our stay and said to come over if we needed anything. The local store was a quarter of a mile away, and the village bar had good food, we were told. Her voice sounded like perhaps the Americans would not cook for themselves, having other activities to keep them busy.

We explored the snug inside, paneled everywhere in birch. The main upstairs bedroom had a large bed with deep duvets on it. Natalie leaped into the middle of it and gazed at me with dark lustful eyes. I did want her, but my stomach was growling, so I grabbed her back out of the bed, with hand planted firmly in her crotch, and suggested a walk to check the lunch possibilities.

You've lost your alpha male? she teased. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and nipped at her ear. Did you bring that book on bondage?

She turned in my arms, "Bondage? I'm