The One Adored (The One Trilogy Book 3)

by North, Alexandra

  I grab for her, drawing her to me by her waist, her breath knocked from her momentarily. “I want to go down on you, baby!” Her eyes still fixed on my cock.

  “No, baby, not this time."

  Lifting her into my arms I carry her over to the waiting bed, and lay her gently down before removing my remaining clothing and grabbing for her. She clasps my face, drawing me to her, lust written all over her face. Those red lips pouting and mouth open on a half-breath. She looks so sexy.

  Her limes assess me inquisitively and I grin wickedly before kissing both breasts and lick a trail from her nipples to her navel, nuzzling there a moment before settling between her thighs, I drop to concentrate on that sexy little mole just above the back of her knee, planting a kiss there - she is perfection, especially when I look up and see her spread out for me, her sweet pussy begging to be seen to next.

  “God, baby, I can't get enough of your scent! Mrs. Silver is now on the tip of my tongue.”

  Her gorgeous blush is sexy as hell, as it flushes her breasts and lady parts, and I blow gently, before dropping a kiss on both inner thighs, which quiver in anticipation.My tongue swirls inside of her circling her plump clit, all the while, I reach up and stroke her beautiful breasts with featherlight touches, before playing with her nipples which have hardened into tight pebbles - within seconds she has shattered around my lips, sobbing my name. I thrust a finger, them two inside of her and she rotates around them moaning in pleasure at the invasion. “Oh, baby!”

  I gaze up at her, my face buried between her thighs, and blow her a kiss. "I love you so much, lady Lu.”

  Moving up her body, I take a second to just hold her to me, inhaling her scent, as we watch one another for what seems like an age, her gaze finally drops to my lips. She’d never stared at me so thoroughly, I felt vulnerable - like she was looking deep into my very soul.

  “You are everything I’ve ever wanted.” Her words are simple.

  “And you, Mrs. Silver, were created for me.” And she was - she was mine. At last.

  I lean down brushing my lips delicately against hers, electricity instantly flaring. My hands find her breast and she arches her back, moaning into the room; her nails on my back. Our passion had been escalating all day, fuck the last week if you counted the abstinence. I’d not been inside her for a whole week. My cock twitches in acknowledgement and my lips find the beating pulse at her neck, biting delicately as I repeat a long leisurely lick from one areola and tip, to the other nipple, both so tightly erect that when I fasten my mouth over the right rosy bud - her screams of pleasure echo into the room.

  “Baby!”

  I cup her behind, loving the feel of the silky fabric and the suspenders against my hands, her stockings turned me on immensely, especially with her shoes on. She was branded from her scent to the soles of her feet, with my name - now she’d taken it legally and I couldn’t be happier.

  I climb over her and cradle her stunning face, our hearts beat against one another, our groins pulsing, desperate to unite and I stare deep into her limes. “You and me, always and forever.”

  “Take me, baby. Fuck me, please.”

  I grab her thighs and drag my nails over the bare parts, watching her eyes grow hooded.

  “I want you so badly.”

  “Oh you do, do you?” I tease, crawling up her delectable body, my thick cock seeking entrance. “”Who’s the impatient one now?”

  “I don’t care - I want to feel my husband inside of me - share another ‘first’ with you.” Her hands grab my behind and I groan.

  “Ok, Mrs. Silver, let's consummate this marriage - “make love for the first time as man and wife.”

  I lift her legs around my waist and in one smooth thrust, my cock is buried to the hilt inside of her hot wet pussy and placing both hands under her bottom to sink me even deeper within her addictive body and changing the angle, so that my thrusts go deeper, I reach that spot that makes her moan my name out loud.

  Arching her back against the pillows, she opens herself to me, gasping with the exquisite sensations we are creating with our body and the friction of our mating. I slow down, pulling out almost completely, before slowly pushing back in, rotating my hips and thrusting more powerfully again and again. In and out, back and forth

  "Don't stop, Seb! God - please don't stop, baby!

  “I have no intention, wife,” I murmur her new title.

  I thrust strongly, never breaking rhythm as those sexy nails score at my back, the glorious sensations overwhelming me as I try to push deeper inside of her slickness.

  "That's it, baby, I can feel you - you're almost there - I fucking love you!

  Our fingers entwine, and I watch her face, lost in the moment, both reaching our bliss together, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I feel the warm rush of my release, begin at the base of my spine, cup under my balls and shoot deep inside her, my groan triggers another orgasmic scream, from her lips

  As I collapse onto her chest I hold her tightly to me, thanking God for this woman who is my world and now my beloved wife

  “That’s it - it’s official, no getting away.”

  Her lips find mine and we share a passionate lingering kiss, full of contentment as our

  hearts regain their usual rhythm. She pulls away to press soft kisses on my bare shoulder.

  “Oh, baby, you’re stuck with me

  “I can live with that, wife, happy to in fact.”

  *******

  We return to our guests slipping back into the ballroom and on to the dance floor like we’d never left. The odd person had noticed but it was our prerogative to enjoy one another on our wedding day. Suzie finds us almost the second we are back in the throng, raising her brows knowingly and giving us complicated cuddles due to her expanding waistband, before making her excuses so she can go relax upstairs and rest the ‘turkey’ and I don’t blame her - I’m tired and I’m not carrying a 35 week pregnancy around with me.

  We dance until the early hours, laughing and celebrating our happiness with our friends and family until finally when the balls of my feet are burning and my back aches like I’ve been gardening for days, the clock strikes midnight and like Cinderella at the ball, I advise my husband that I am retiring for the night. Maybe it was the early pregnancy hormones I don’t know but suddenly I am exhausted.

  I head up to the suite alone, leaving Seb to say goodnight to a few extra people and gaze around to see that rose petals have been strewn over the waiting bed since we’d last been here and a huge silver ice bucket awaits us, holding a bottle of Laurent Perrier Cuvée Rosé - shame I wouldn’t be indulging.

  I then undress before grabbing a quick shower. Undoing my hair and removing my make-up is bliss, and just as I’m about to slip into bed naked, the fire roaring in the hearth - I change my mind and retrieve the Helmut Newton inspired charcoal lace gown I’d bought in Paris for our honeymoon. I add the matching thong, drape the silver body chains over my breasts and across each hip and spray myself liberally with my signature ‘Mrs. Silver’, before collapsing on the bed.

  *******

  It is here that Seb finds me, an hour later. Waking me, with featherlight kisses and words of love, his hands on my breast.

  “You look like Sleeping Beauty, Mrs. Silver.”

  “And you are my Prince Charming, annoyingly waking me from my sleep…” I grumble twitching my nose, my eyes remaining closed.

  “My wife, is grumpy. Are you too tired to let your husband take you a second time officially as man and wife?”

  “I’m not sure…” I stir, giving him my back, in the spoon position, the smoke grey laced negligee slipping open as I slip my leg out and slide it up onto Sebastian’s. “…it depends upon how convincing you can be.”

  I hear my voice, thick with sleep but full of seduction and as I turn to face my husband, the light from the fire casting shadows over his muscular naked body, I shudder. He swoops in and takes me in his arms stroking my
bare outer thigh, and reaching up to clasp my revealed breast to my sighs, the silver chains scattering across my nipples and creating immeasurable pleasure. I make fast work untying the gown and then draw his lips to mine, my body full of desire for this beautiful man who smells of vanilla, lemon musk and bourbon - pure unadulterated male.

  “It’s never enough, baby, is it?” I stroke his chest and reach to cup his balls.

  “Never, thank God and it only gets better.”

  *******

  We are curled up asleep in each other’s arms when I hear a phone ringing persistently. What time is it?

  I locate my iPhone on the bedside table and notice I’ve had three missed calls, one from my parents and two from Gino. SHIT! FINN!

  I throw the duvet covers back and dash over to the wardrobe, quickly rummaging through my drawers for clean underwear. I quickly dress, whilst redialling Gino. No Answer! CRAP! I ring my Mum’s mobile - no answer! OMG, seriously guys - I’m having a melt down here!

  I look over at my husband who is fast asleep and for a second consider leaving him to rest, then shake my head. No, he’d go mental. “Seb?” I call gently. Nothing. “Seb!” This time a little louder. Again nothing. “SEB!” the bedcover moves and he rolls over, eyes like piss holes in the snow as they adjust to the corner lamp.

  “What’s going on?” His mood is clouded with dreams and I feel for him. My phone said it was 3am. We’d only been asleep about 40 minutes but he’d fallen deeply. As he raises his brows and stretches, I see him coming to. I continue to dress grabbing my grey jeans and a oversized grey jumper, that said ‘Mrs.’ on the front and ‘Silver’ on the back.

  I dial my Mum and Dad, again, letting it ring out on loudspeaker.

  “Who are you ringing?” Seb’s bleary voice mutters from the side of the bed, where he is sitting up attempting to stand.

  “My Mum and Dad - I’ve had three missed calls, one from them and two from Gino. Somethings wrong. I feel it.”

  He must hear the panic in my voice as he nods, takes a few strides to the wardrobes and grabs his jeans, a checked flannel shirt, and battered boots before nipping to the bathroom. “Keep ringing them, Lu. I’ll just have a pee, and get dressed and we’ll go to their room. If it’s Finn we’ll sort it - don’t worry, baby.”

  I bite my lip, hanging up as the call isn’t answered for the second time. I ring them again and again until finally someone answers.

  “Hello? Mum?”

  “Darling, I’m here. I’m sorry, the signal is terrible.”

  “Mum, is everything alright - it’s 3am and you called. Is Finn Ok?”

  “Finn’s fine - he is with Bob and Bitzi.”

  “Why?”

  “Your sister has gone into labour.”

  I feel the colour drain from my face - she’d done too much, I knew it. “But it’s too soon? Is she Ok?“

  “She’s fine, she woke up and her back was crippling her, then her water’s broke in the loo. Gino rang me straight away.”

  Seb comes out of the bathroom at the moment and I tell him the news. “Where are you now, Mum?”

  “You’re Dad and I are on our way to Holdgate Hospital now.”

  “We’ll be there soon.” I interrupt.

  “No, hunny, you don’t have to do that - this is your wedding night, Suzie wouldn’t ex…”

  “Mum, I’ll see you in a bit.” I end the call and grab my bag, Seb’s words of encouragement flowing over me as we make our way down through the quiet hotel and out to his Porsche - it would get us there quicker, he explains with a wink.

  In the car I have the time to think about poor Suzie and how scared she must be. We’d only spoken earlier that day about the drama that surrounded this family but if this little girl wanted to arrive early, she’d be the first Myer’s woman to ever do so, at any time in their lives - this I had to see.

  *******

  Saturday 12th December - A Birth

  We are waiting patiently in Holdgate hospital until nearly ten am before a midwife comes to inform us of the good news. Both mother and baby are absolutely fine. The baby girl has had to go to SCBU, the special care baby unit to be checked over as she is just under 36 weeks, but they feel that she will be released tomorrow, along with Suzie. It had been a natural birth and had gone to plan - if a little quicker than expected.

  We all take turns in hugging one another, happy that one of our own was safe and a new member of our family was now in this world. The relief is immense.

  “Congrats Auntie Lu.” Seb places a sleepy arm around my shoulders.

  “Congrats Uncle Sub - it’s official now.”

  He smiles happily. “I suppose it is.”

  “Hey guys!” Gino bounds out of the double doors at the end of the corridor, a huge beam on his Italian face. “You all ere. She is gorgeous! 6 lb 5 oz.”

  “Oh my word! She is a good size for 35 weeks.” My mum gasps.

  “Yep, You Myers women like to carry big babies, that’s for sure.” My dad states.

  “Is Suzie Ok G?”

  “She’s fine Nina - all went well - she doesn’t even have stitches,”

  “Oh, thank God.” Nina clutches her chest dramatically and I put my arm around her, knowing that I’ve caused all this worry with Finn’s birth and the subsequent miscarriage.

  “Do you have a name?” Seb enquires smiling.

  “We do - are you ready? Holly. Holly Maria D’alissa. The Maria part is for my grandmother., who passed when I was little.”

  “We all smile, tears filling my eyes. “It’s a beautiful name, G - I love it. Holly for Christmas and it’s sassy like all of us Myer’s women are.”

  “Ooh, don’t we know it - hey Seb?”

  “Don’t ask me - I’v only been married 16 hours - I need to stay Switzerland for a little longer.”

  “Wise choice, lad.” Mac pats my shoulder. “You’re learning.”

  I take a seat and allow my parents to chatter with Gino - Seb looks for me, sensing my retraction. “You Ok, baby? What’s up?”

  “Nothing - I’m just happy for them.” I sniffle, mopping my eyes.

  “You sure? I wondered if being here, in this place with this whole baby situation would be too much for you right now - too soon?” his large hand finds my knee and begins to rub in soothing motions.

  I stare down at his shiny new wedding ring and cover his hand with my own. “I’m fine. I thought I’d find it harder but whilst I’ve had a few flashbacks since being here, I’m so happy for Suze and Gino, it’s kind of replacing the bad memories with the good. If you get me.”

  “I do, baby. I feel the same.”

  “I’m so sorry, Seb - this must be so much harder for you - you were the one dealing with everything around here whilst I was just out of it. You were in the present. Are you Ok?” I stroke his strong jawline, stubble bursting from his shave yesterday, and creating a dark shadow.

  “I just wish things were different for us. I’m so happy - I want to give you the world. If I could give you back what we lost that night I would. You know that don’t you?” His hand clasps my face and we kiss, leaning into one another for support. I allow our strength to flow between us before pushing back. It was time. I’d wanted to wait but if this helped him mentally and took away the heartbreak, then so be it. Nothing but good from here-on out.

  “I do. But, you already have, baby.”

  His liquorice blacks flick back and forth between my limes - confusion embedded deep within. “I don’t understand? How can I give you back what you lo…” His eyes fix on me, drop to my stomach and his jaw drops. I stroke his face again and nod to assure him that his thoughts are correct.

  “Are you sure?”

  I nod again. “Your going to be a daddy, baby. Merry Christmas.” Tears well in my eyes and I see his own begin to fill.

  “It’s the best wedding come Christmas present you could ever have given me - God, I love you!” He kisses me hard , a huge
smile on his lips as we kiss. “Are you positive positive?”

  “Seb!” I laugh. “I’ve done two further tests since the one I’d done yesterday morning - so yes I’m double positive. I’m sure. We’re pregnant. About 6 weeks I think. It’s early days so I need to be careful and it’s probably best we keep it qui…”

  “We’re pregnant!” His voice booms into the waiting area, before he lifts me in his arms and kisses me like his life depends upon it. “We’re preg…nant!”

  We won’t be keeping it quiet then, I smile at his exuberance and ruffle his hair. My parents, Abby, Nathan and Gino come to congratulate us and we share a group hug.

  “Must be something in the water, Nina.” Mac winks at his wife of 35 years.

  “Nope, just love and a lot of luck, darling.” She kisses him on his salt and pepper stubbled cheek.

  I look around at my family, my husband at the centre if it all. This new life beating within me, a brother or sister for Finn was the proof that miracles really did exist, but I firmly believed that true love was worth fighting for. Our lives were just beginning and our future had been secured.

  I feel Seb’s arms enclose me from behind, his hands clasping gently across my tummy. I lean to one side for his head to rest in the curve of my shoulder. “You are amazing, you know that?”

  “It has been said.” I smile, earning myself a stubbly kiss on my neck.

  “You and I are going to have to tell Finn soon, now that the family know.”

  “I will, but I’ll ask them to keep quiet for a few weeks - I’d like to try and get to 12 weeks if I can, just to be safe.”

  “Oh, baby you’ll be safe - you’re going to be pampered and cared for like a royal princess, Mrs. Silver.”