Amelia
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I’m in the walk-in closet trying to decide what to take. Even in February Phoenix is hot. I can’t even remember what dressing for warm weather includes. Okay, definitely some sundresses. Chris likes the easy access of dresses, as I learned from the bag he packed for me to go to Greece. I was surprised then by how many things fit me that I hadn’t worn in a while. Out of curiosity, I try on a clingy size fourteen dress. It fits. I’m not uncomfortable, it isn’t too tight, it fits just right.
I run downstairs to find Chris in the office at his desk. “Chris!”
He looks up from his laptop. “What, sugar?”
“Look.” I twirl.
A half smile flashes a dimple. “As I tell you every day, you’re beautiful. I’m not sure how today is any different. Is it a new dress? Not bad, a little too sexy for you to be allowed far from me in it.”
Laughter bubbles out of me. He does tell me every day I’m beautiful. Sometimes he whispers it as he kisses me awake, sometimes it’s when he makes me give him a kiss before he lets go of my coffee, sometimes it’s when he holds me tight as we watch television. Every time his sincerity is in his eyes, his kiss, the way he holds me close. Every time he says it, I feel it to my toes, right to my heart. I hold out my hand to him and he’s up, taking it, pulling me against him. “I was happy because I realized I went down a size, then you make me happy by reminding me it doesn’t matter what the size my dress is. I’m so lucky you are such an arrogant asshole who knows me better than I know myself. Thank you.”
His hands go to my ass and he cups me, squeezing, molding, and caressing it the way he loves to do. “You’re welcome. Care to thank me with more than words?”
I nod with a smile as I pull him down to me.
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The next day Chris is silent, serious. It worries me until he puts his fork down over breakfast.
“I know I’m probably going to mess this up, but I need to say it. I like your body the way I found you. Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed the changes in your body. They aren’t huge, but they are visible. I don’t want you to change. I don’t want you counting calories and eating salads and trying to become something different.”
It’s crazy how well he knows me. Last night I plotted ways to keep losing weight while daydreaming of making it back to a size eight. “Honestly, yes, I had plans of trying to get back to the dress size I was before I gained my weight. Then I woke up this morning knowing I didn’t want to go back to the stress of it all over again.
“I’ll probably still lose a little weight because of you, the only thing I’ve really done different is eating better with the food you cook. I finally fell in love with myself. I like her. I don’t want to change her.”
His relief is clear. “Good. I don’t want her to change either.”
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Amelia
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Chris and I travel at the crack of dawn to Phoenix. He’s renting a house in Scottsdale, only twenty minutes from where they practice and play. We get a cab to the house. Chris arranged for a rental Mercedes for us to drive while we are here. It will be delivered tomorrow. He was seriously going to rent a Ferrari until he remembered his cousin and her husband, as well as Catherine, will be coming to stay with us.
I’m scared spitless about meeting Catherine; my tummy’s flipping constantly just thinking of it. Chris laughed, telling me Catherine already liked me. When I asked how he knew that, he said because he did. I love when he’s silly.
The house is huge. Wow. “Chris, why in the world did you rent something this big?”
“I wasn’t sure if Catherine would be coming at the same time as Regina and Travis, and I like my space. It’s not too big.”
Unlocking the door, he thanks the cabbie while I explore. “Not that big? It’s huge.” I gasp. “A pool?” I run for the back. Holy crap, it’s not just a sliding door the door folds closed so it becomes one huge space. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”
Chris catches me around the waist. “Good, you aren’t allowed to wear one anyway.” Then he picks me up and tosses me in the water. I’m going to kill him. I break the surface as he dives in beside me.
He catches me below the water, pulling me to him. Hmm...he took the time to undress. I’ll kill him later. Turning me to face him, he drags me over his body until I’m lying on him as he swims us toward the shallow end. His body is just fucking perfect. I shiver as he tugs at my panties; the water is cool and I’m so hot. I cling to his neck as he stands, my legs wrapping around him. Our bodies align perfectly, and his cock slips inside me. Every time, every single time his first stroke is the best. Every time I want to thank him for this feeling, this moment, for him.
We’re on the stairs in the shallow end. I’m astride him in a way he’s never allowed me to be. We are so doing this again. Between his hot body against me, his hot cock inside me, and the cool water around me, I’m overwhelmed by the different sensations. His hands on my hips, hard and tight, bring me down him over and over. My hands on his chest help me push down on him, more, deeper, don’t stop. I crash hard into my climax with a scream. Chris yanks me down to him, his mouth crushing mine, taking everything as he keeps moving inside me, drawing out my orgasm, spinning me, faster, it’s too much. And then it’s perfect when he comes hot and thick inside me. This moment, every time, just like this. This ecstasy, this perfection is ours alone, his and mine, when we become one.
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Chris
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The first week in Phoenix, we settle into an easy schedule. I’m up early, we have breakfast together, then I head to the park to practice in preparation for the spring training games. Amelia spends time in the pool during the day, she loves it. She believes it helps strengthen her leg. I love watching her swim naked, her confidence growing every day.
When we start playing she comes out to watch, sitting with the other wives and girlfriends who come out. She fits in easily with them, her relief palpable when she tells me everyone is nice to her.
She takes to cooking dinner, sneaking in pasta some nights then challenging me to work it out on her body. I’m not sure if it’s the sun or the warm weather, but she’s happier than she’s ever been. She glows like the sun, so bright sometimes my eyes hurt staring at her. The cameras take note as they follow us around.
The day before Travis and Regina come to stay, I’m in the car on the way to practice when I get a call. It’s the Baltimore number again. I send it to voice mail, and again whoever it is doesn’t leave one. When I get to the park I look up the number but find nothing. Giving in to curiosity, I call the number.
With the very first ring it goes to voice mail. Whoever it is didn’t record an outgoing message either, it’s a robot voice giving the number. I can’t shake off the feeling this isn’t good. Only I don’t know what to do about it. The next time the person calls, I’ll pick up. Except they call two hours later when I’m on the field and my phone is in my locker. No message.
I’m already on edge when Travis and Regina come to stay for a long weekend, and I get even crankier when Amelia has to buy a swimsuit. They love her within minutes. Amelia and Travis talk law. Regina talks about when I was younger, and Amelia hangs on every word. Regina also instigates our first argument.
I’m exhausted, there were more errors in the game than there should have been. I was bummed not to have Amelia in the stands, but she’d stayed outside for too long and gotten heat sick. Another thing I wasn’t happy over, she needed to take better care of herself.
Then I walk in the door to find Amelia’s hair six inches shorter than when I left. I don’t say a word when Regina asks me if I like it. I just go into our bedroom and slam the door. I throw myself on the bed, working to control my frustration.
Amelia creeps into the room. “You hate it.”
I shake my head. “I just don’t like it as much as I liked it longer. I can’t believe you cut it without talking to me. You know how much I love your hair.”
“That’s why I did it. I knew you’d talk me out of it. Don’t be mad. It was so hard to take care of, no more half hour of flat ironing. It was also really heavy, and it gave me headaches sometimes. It’s still long.”
She climbs on the bed, timidly. I’m a fucker. She was right, I would have tried to talk her out of it. With all the reasons she gave it would have been wrong for me to. I remember her talking about the headaches as I brushed her hair out some nights, loving the feel of the silk in my hands. I had no right to keep her from doing what was best for her, as long as it didn’t hurt her. I look up at her as she bends down over me. It is still long, brushing her shoulders, I reach out to grasp a handful.
Her eyes go wide, her pupils dilate, she loves it when I get rough. I love being able to be rough. My other hand goes over her neck. She’s lost weight, though I know she isn’t trying. Between swimming every day and the better eating, it’s happened naturally.
Grasping the front of the sundress she is wearing, I give a hard tug and it tears easily, leaving her bare, she isn’t wearing a bra. She moans as my hand goes down from her neck to cup a precious tit. I love her tits, fuck, they are so responsive. I’m only not bitching about her weight because her breasts haven’t changed. Actually, that’s bullshit, I’m not bitching because I love Amelia in any form she takes. I know she’s gone down at least another size, but it doesn’t matter. She still has curves, thank fuck, and she’s happy with her body, that’s the only thing that matters.
I pull her down to me, using her hair to guide her. Fucking her mouth until she’s moaning, I smile when I see she’s dazed. “You know, it was very naughty of me to cut my hair knowing you weren’t going to like it. I think I deserve a spanking. I’m sure the problem is it’s been weeks since you last spanked me.”
“Hmm...I think you’re right. You cut off what? Six inches.” She nods. “So six swats.”
Biting her lip, she sighs. “I think it’s best to make sure I’ve learned my lesson. Two times for each inch would help me remember.”
“Twelve it is, bad girl.” I flip her over then yank her down to the edge of the bed, with her ass hanging down. Tearing off her panties, I love the way her ass quivers in anticipation. I know she’s already clenching her pussy deep inside. “Count them off.”
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Amelia
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Oh thank god, he’s not mad at me. Both Regina and I knew he wouldn’t be happy with the haircut. I knew how much he loved my hair, when we laid together he usually had a hand in it. He’s brushed it often, his pleasure clear. I also remember him giving Regina an angry look the time she suggested cutting it the first day they arrived, when I complained about the heat.
I love Regina; she’s nice, funny, and it’s clear she loves and cares about Chris. On only her second day in Phoenix, she sat me down and told me about the horrible two women in Chris’s life who had been dumb enough to turn him down. I think about us out by the pool while Chris and Travis prepped the ribs to go on the grill.
“You love him.” It’s not a question.
“I do.” I don’t blush, don’t hesitate, as I stare at him through the glass door.
“He loves you too. You wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.”
I blink, damn it. I wipe the tears away. I’d hoped, between the kitchen remodel and what he said when he gave me the tickets, I’d hoped really hard. “It’s early days. He could come to his senses.”
“Don’t even go there. He would be lucky to have you. He knows that. Chris doesn’t fall for just anyone. You impress my husband, and Travis isn’t easy to impress. You have Chris wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it.” I do? He did give in easily to the joke paint color of pink before I showed him the real color. She laughs. “If you walked in there right now and said you wanted something, he’d move mountains to make it happen. I’m glad you recognize you’re lucky too.
“You just have to be patient. You might also need to be the one to propose when the time comes. He’ll kill me if he finds out I’m telling you this, but I think it’s important for you to know why he’s going to be gun-shy about sealing the deal. He’s already asked two women to marry him, and they turned him down. They told him they wanted more than just a bad boy, that what they had was just for fun. It’s why he stuck to strippers and no strings. He needs to know you want him for more than his reputation, for the real him.”
I was in shock. One, that any woman was stupid enough to turn him down, and two, that Chris could be vulnerable. It’s not just his immense size, it’s how he never seems to get emotional about anything except how much he loves my body during sex. I’m reminded of his bitterness the day he accused me of taking from him without giving back, of using him because of his bad boy image. I wasn’t the only who got banged up in relationships; I’m glad Regina made sure I knew that.
There’s no warning before his big hand comes down. Ow. “One.” I bite my lip so as not to yell. “Two.” Sonofabitch, my ass is already burning. “Three.” What the hell was I thinking asking for twelve? “Four.” Okay, maybe he was madder than he let on. “Five.” Oh, there it is the sweet spot when the pain becomes so intense it mingles with pleasure. “Six.” It’s a moan as my pussy begins to work in time with the smack. “Seven.” I want to beg for it to come faster. “Eight.” So good. “Nine.” I need him to fuck me right now. “Ten.” Faster, my pussy works to ride the wave of pain. “Eleven.” Yes, oh, oh fuck yes. “Twelve.” I pant.
Chris flips me over onto my back and I welcome his roughness, hungry for him to take me over. His wicked smile shows me both dimples as he pushes down his jeans. When he goes to the bedside table I shiver in anticipation. He’d threatened it before, and now he’s making good. He pulls out the vibrator, lubing it up. I tremble in anticipation, as I cup my breasts, playing with my tight nipples while his eyes roam over me in approval.
Rough hands grab around my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed then up his body. Oh god, he’s lubing his cock. Wait, oh so good, Chris pushes into my ass with a fierce stroke that sends him deep inside me. With the skin of my ass still on fire, the world blurs for a moment at the combined pain inside and out. I gasp when I feel the vibrator push inside my pussy as deep as it can go. Oh my fucking god.
“Ah, sugar, I am your fucking god. You like it, Amelia. You love it, my cock in your ass, the vibrator in your pussy. Hold on, we’re just getting started.”
I arch off the bed as he turns on the vibrator, then holds it in place as he fucks my ass leisurely, as if he has all damn day. This isn’t good, this isn’t amazing, this is awe-fucking inspiring. I sob as he turns off the vibrator then pounds my ass for so long I’m close to my orgasm, so close, then he stops and I scream.
“That’s it, scream for me.” He chuckles as he goes still then begins fucking the vibrator in and out of me slowly, teasing me with it. He’s keeping me on the knife’s edge. I can’t, I need it. A press of the button and it hums low inside me as he keeps fucking me slowly with it. Then he begins thrusting inside me, faster and faster. Groaning my name, he presses another button, increasing the hum sending my back off the bed, trying to impale myself on him. Harder, rougher, so much more.
I explode with a scream, and from far away I hear Chris groan my name. The molten heat of him coming shocks my body, causing bone-wracking shudders through me, turning the world black.