“It’s okay, my love. I didn’t run away … I just needed some … space and … time. Please, honey, kiss me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice and his mouth devoured hers. He swirled his tongue inside, seeking and finding hers, his mouth slanted over hers, desperate to take more of her. He fed on her sweetness she offered and demanded just as desperately, just as demandingly. He broke off the kiss and their breathing came fast and shallow. She locked her legs behind his back and rocked against him, his shaft swelling even harder and thicker inside her.
“Are you going to punish me tonight, honey?”
His breath caught. “God, Savannah, don’t … I don’t want to hurt you …”
“You can’t hurt me, my love, not when we’re like this. Even when you are rough, you are tender.” She rocked against him again, rotating her hips against his, tightening her muscles around him inside her and he growled.
“Savannah, I need you. You have no idea how much I need you! I will always need you! When I couldn’t find you … I nearly went insane!”
Just thinking about it choked him up and he swallowed hard. He leaned down to kiss a trail of fire down her neck over her chest to lock his lips around her nipple, sucking the tip deep into his mouth and then harder as if he would pull the whole of her into him. He nibbled on the tight nub and she mewled, when he scraped his teeth upwards to the tip she moaned. When he bit down sharply she screamed and he felt the wet heat of her arousal surround his shaft.
Her hands clutched at his back, her nails dug painful half-moons in his skin, but he hardly felt it, he enjoyed the taste of her too much. His mouth moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention and drew the same reaction from her. His hand moved down her stomach and he pushed his finger inside her, next to his shaft. He watched her eyes widen and then she screamed when he curled his finger upwards to search for and find her elusive bundle of nerves to push her over the edge, his thumb stroking her clit.
“Tristan … oohhh …”
She stopped breathing, her back curved in a tight bow pressing her head in the pillow and she shattered around his pulsing shaft, pulling him deeper. He tightened his lips, forcing control over his body, stoking her release stronger and longer with his finger still curled inside her. She clutched and pulled at his arm in desperation and he realized her climax was so intense she couldn’t breathe. Reluctantly he pulled his finger from her and waited until she started gulping air into her lungs, then he plunged into her, hard, deep and fast. He watched her hurl over the edge again when another climax gripped her body.
Everything went black for a moment and she saw stars, again she battled to breath, the pleasure ripping through her so deep and so complete that she could only hold on, riding on the wave crashing through her.
She heard Tristan shout her name hoarsely and felt his thrusts turn desperate and wild until he stiffened. His warm, forceful orgasm filled her causing another ripple of pleasure to grasp her and take her to oblivion.
“Oh God, Savannah, I love you, more than I can ever tell you!”
She took his face in her hands and her eyes confirmed what her mouth said.
“As I love you, Tristan. Never ever doubt that!”
They both fell asleep after that, clutching each other tight.
Savannah woke the next morning feeling refreshed and happy. Tristan already left the bed, but she could hear him humming in the kitchen, clearly preparing breakfast. Her rumbling stomach told her it was desperately needed. She did not have dinner the previous evening; she was too tired and went to bed immediately after they arrived.
She took a quick shower and put a short sundress on with thongs on her feet. She stopped by the dining room table and stood watching Tristan. The living area of the cottage was open plan and she watched him with the spatula in his hand, preparing she was sure her favorite breakfast, Egg Benedict. The owner stocked the pantry with food before their arrival so they wouldn’t have to run around when they got there. The smell of coffee reached her and she sniffed, amazed that she had no pregnancy jitters. With the twins she was nauseous and dizzy from early on and it lasted for nearly four months.
She walked closer and put her arms around his waist and hugged him tight. He dropped the spatula and turned in her arms, pulling her up against him immediately and kissed her passionately. His eyes searched hers and he smiled wanly.
“Breakfast first?”
Savannah knew he actually wanted to know if she wanted to talk or eat first and she nodded.
“I never had dinner and I am really hungry this morning.”
She smoothed her hand over her tummy and smiled at him, showing him her anger had dissipated.
“And here I thought I should stop eating so much and was picking up weight!”
He just watched her, still too unsure of her true feelings to reciprocate with a joke. She poured them coffee from the percolator and carried it to the patio where he set the table for their breakfast. The minute she put her utensils down he looked at her, worry in his eyes.
“Just how angry are you?”
“At this very moment, not very.”
“Savannah …,” he groaned in frustration, but she leaned over to take his hand in hers, her expression open and honest.
“I was livid after I spoke to Doctor Meyer yesterday and if you were there, I probably would have hit you.”
“I would have preferred you rather did that than run away from me. Why do you have the tendency to run away every time there is a hurdle in our relationship? Do you trust me that little?”
“I … don’t know. This time I was so angry and …”
She bit her lip, knowing how much admitting what she thought at the time would hurt him.
“And?”
“The first thought that flashed through my mind was that you achieved what you set out to. That you only married me for the baby … that … you did not really love me and it was still a part of your … payback.”
His jaw hardened and his eyes flashed fire and he jumped up from the chair, to stand at the edge of the patio gazing out to the sea.
“But before I even reached the airport those thoughts were discarded and I was just angry and upset that you did not share the news with me. Especially once I got my memories back. This past week, it was as if we were never apart, as if the four years in between never happened. Had I known about the baby, it would have been so much better, a joy we could have shared as part of our new beginning. I guess … I felt … left out.”
He swung around and came down on his haunches next to her chair and captured her hands in his. His eyes bored into hers, orbs of silver fire.
“Honey … at first I wanted to tell you immediately, but the Doctor felt with the shock of meeting the twins as toddlers, it might be best to keep it from you. When your memories returned, I was … scared you would think exactly what you did and leave. I suppose I had the same thought you did when you did not tell me about remembering. I only wanted to marry you … to make you mine.”
He brought her hands to his face and kissed her fingers clasping around his. There were tears in his eyes when his eyes met hers again.
“I can’t tell you the emotions that went through me when the Doctor told me you … we were pregnant. My heart beat so hard and so fast it felt as if it would pound right through my chest. From that first day he told me, I came to love our unborn child and it only strengthened my love for you. That we managed to create a new life because of the love between us … only … I was not so sure you would have seen it that way. How I went about it … was not exactly …”
Her eyes misted over and she smiled at him sweetly.
“But honey, this baby we created on the night you used the vibrator on me the first time. Not when you were still angry. No matter what I said, I always knew you loved me … and in all honesty … every time we made love … even then, I felt the love in every touch, caress and kiss. I just needed the words; the acknowledgement that you also knew it was still
there and believed in us … and in my love for you.”
“The day I asked you to marry me, love of mine, I told you I love you … but you have to know, I can’t handle you leaving me … so please never run from me again. Shout, scream, hit or kick me, I don’t care, but my heart dies a little every time I find you gone!”
He drew her from the chair into his arms and hugged her so tight she struggled to breathe, but her arms went around his waist and she hugged him against her just as tightly. She pulled back and the promise reflected in her eyes warmed his heart.
“Why do you think I did not hide my tracks? I had no intention of running, and halfway here I already berated myself for not facing you immediately. Arriving here alone on our honeymoon felt so wrong … I am sorry, my love. I promise to always face any problems we have in future and no one and nothing will chase me away again.”
They sealed the promise with a sensationally passionate kiss. Tristan went down on his knees, pulled her dress up to bare her stomach and kissed her softly on her lower abdomen. He tenderly caressed over her slightly swollen belly. She stroked his hair and pressed his face tenderly against her and smiled.
“Now I understand your sudden fascination with my belly. I should have realized it myself by now. You surely gave me enough clues and I haven’t had my period, but all I could concentrate on was our wedding. Oh, Tristan, I am so happy!”
“No more, than I. You do not mind … do you?”
“Of course not. I love that you want to connect with our child even while inside me. I have to warn you though … I might be having a very easy pregnancy so far, but I become extremely grumpy towards the end.”
“A burden I will bear gladly, my love!”
Savannah glanced at Tristan, smiling secretively at his hazed look. They drove all the way home in silence. His mom and dad looked up when they walked out onto the patio. They offered to look after the twins while they went to the Obstetrician.
His mother’s gaze sharpened on him and cried out worriedly, “What did the Doctor say, Savannah? Is everything okay?”
“Yes, Mom, everything is fine. I am healthy and strong, so he is very happy with our progress.”
Tristan fell down on one of the chairs, pulled Savannah on his lap and folded his hands around her protruding tummy, caressing it absently. He still appeared to be in a haze.
“Then what … why does Tristan look so worried? Darling, what is the matter?”
Her question did not even register with him as his eyes rested on the twins playing on their swings, two Labrador puppies yapping around their feet. Savannah laughed and hugged him around his neck. She placed a tender kiss on his lips. He registered her expression for the first time and frowned.
“What is so funny?” He mumbled at her. Another bubble of laughter escaped her lips.
John and Alice watched Tristan frowningly. Savannah shook her head and kissed him again.
“Tristan, are you alright? You look a little pale.”
“He’ll be fine, Dad, as soon as he gets over the shock.”
“What shock?”
She looked into his eyes and smiled lovingly when she recognized the twinkle of love, wonder and happiness in his eyes. His voice was husky, but warm and tender.
“We’re having twins again.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sabel Simmons is a pseudonym for Isabel Oosthuizen.
After years of just work it was a 2014 New Year's resolution to start writing again and now that she did, she has so many stories to tell, she writes one after the other. She enjoys and thrives on the freedom writing offers and started at school with highly imaginative essays.
She was born in small town Vereeniging, South Africa, but lived most of her live in Pretoria, the Capital City.
In the early nineties she published two Afrikaans novels that were reprinted twice and remained on library shelves for 15 years. She is a BCom graduate in Business Management and is the MD of a training company. She writes as a hobby, something she has not had the time to do since the 1990's.
She has two lovely children and four gorgeous granddaughters. She lives in Centurion, Gauteng, South Africa with her second husband, Leon, the love of her life, and Roxy their sixteen year old Jack Russell.
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