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let an erection go past without finding relief, but it seemed this evening, that was part of the fun.
    “So,” he said quietly. “We will both go back into the dining room and entertain our old and new friends. We will serve a nice meal, most likely there will be some playing as there usually is, and you will not have another thought about me wanting Lottie.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Then later on, I’ll fuck your tight pussy the way I did that very first time.”
    Melody swallowed. She wanted him to fuck her now. Show her how much he loved and desired her. “But how…?”
    “How will I make your pussy tight?”
    “Yes.”
    “I have an idea.” He stepped away.
    Melody felt cold without him pressed against her. “What? What’s the idea?”
    “You’ll just have to wait and see.” He gestured to the salad. “Now take that in and make sure our guests all have water and wine to go with their meal.”
    For a moment she hesitated. Wanting to ask more questions. Then she did as Ivor had instructed and took the salad into the dining room.
     
    * * *
     
    The meal went well. Everyone seemed to enjoy it and the conversation flowed around the table. There was much interest in Lottie and Rupert’s new home, and Lottie’s new shop, which she’d just opened and would be selling organic beauty products.
    Tia announced that she and Kyle were heading to the US to see her mother for a few weeks and was planning on visiting some club friends who’d moved out there the year before.
    When the plates were empty, Ivor stood and began to clear them away.
    Melody helped him.
    “That was delicious,” Tia said.
    “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Ivor smiled.
    Melody carried the near-empty salad bowl into the kitchen.
    She then went back and retrieved the breadboard.
    “No, not that,” Ivor said sternly as he lifted the bowl the beef had been served in.
    “Oh, okay, Sir.” She set the board down in the centre of the table.
    Ivor held her gaze for a moment then took the bowl into the kitchen.
    Melody noticed the water jug was empty so followed him, planning on replenishing it.
    As she waited for the jug to fill, he came up behind her.
    He slotted his hard cock between her buttocks. “I want you so badly.”
    “So have me.”
    “Not until our wedding night.” He chuckled and set a kiss on her temple.
    “Which is when?” She sent a quick prayer heavenward that he wouldn’t say next week.
    “In a few hours, when our guests leave or if they decide to go and play together.” He paused. “Heaven help me though, you’re so damn gorgeous.”
    She swallowed and her pussy trembled. Would she be able to wait that long? What if they didn’t play and sat around chatting for ages? And why had the breadboard been left on the table? What did he have in mind for that?
    “Is it mean to say I want them to go now?” She pressed the crown of her head into the groove of his neck.
    “It’s certainly not very hospitable.”
    “Sorry.”
    “You’re forgiven.” He reached past her and turned off the tap. The jug was overflowing. “Just make sure you stay wet for me.”
    “I am.”
    He nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking the sensitive area just behind her ears. “Let me just check.”
    Once again he pulled at her skirt, exposing her thighs, then her bare pussy.
    Melody didn’t need telling to spread her legs; she did it almost instinctually.
    He held her closer, as if making sure she was in no doubt how painfully hard he was.
    She writhed against him, then caught her breath as he swiped through her labia. She was slick and damp, her clit trembling with the need for stimulation.
    He gently eased one finger into her pussy.
    She groaned and tried to seat herself lower onto him but he didn’t allow it. Instead he pressed the heel of his hand to her clit, giving her some of what she needed.
    “I remember seeing you, in the church in that white dress,” he murmured. “All our family and friends there, and do you know what I was