by Louise Hall
Kian loved going down on his wife; the exquisite taste of her pussy on his lips and tongue; her impassioned cries.
“Please,” she begged.
“Does that feel good, angel?” Kian teased, lifting up his head so he could see her face. Cate squirmed, feeling the cool night air torture her damp, aching sex.
She looked so fucking beautiful. Her inky black hair was all tangled up. One of the sexiest things about his wife was that she could never hide how much he affected her. Her taut nipples strained against the confines of her skimpy bikini top. Her soft skin glistened with perspiration. He watched her fight for each choppy breath.
Kian touched his hand between her legs, slowly stroking the tip of his finger just inside her tight hole. “No,” Cate cried, tossing her head from side to side. She couldn’t take it anymore; her body felt like it was going to burst. Kian swallowed her juices like they were the finest champagne. He played with her swollen clit, torturing it with just the tip of his tongue. “Please,” Cate bucked, her shoulders digging into the tiles. Her thighs tightened around his neck.
Her cries seemed to spur him on. He buried his face between her legs, taking her throbbing, swollen bud between his lips. He could feel her heartbeat thundering through her slender body. “Kian,” Cate bit down on her clenched fist, trying to stifle her screams. Her hips couldn’t stop thrusting against his face. She was teetering on the brink. As he sucked on her clit, he punched two fingers deep inside her pulsing, wet channel. Cate convulsed against him, her hips bouncing up and down on the hard tiles. Her hand gripping tightly on his hair, holding him down as her tight pussy clamped down on his fingers.
Afterwards, Cate couldn’t speak, her throat was raw. Kian lifted her up off the side of the swimming pool and slid her slowly down his body until they were face-to-face. With one hand gripping her bottom, he wrapped her trembling legs around his waist. She could feel his thick cock nudging at her sex. She didn’t think she could take any more but she was surprised. Kian stroked his fingers through her tangled hair, cupping the back of her head. He kissed her softly; she could taste her arousal on his lips. Her body started to respond. Kian lifted up her bikini top; her nipples were desperate for him to touch them. He pulled her top completely off and tossed it on the side of the pool.
He walked her towards the corner of the swimming pool and laid her back so her shoulders rested on the v. His hands roughly kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts; each touch further igniting that flame inside her belly. His fingers moved to her nipples, slowly tracing her areolas. Cate squirmed against him; she could feel the hard ridge of his erection against the cleft of her bottom. He continued teasing her, pinching and twisting her nipples until they were stiff rosy peaks. Then he lifted her up a little and covered her breast with his mouth, licking, sucking and biting her wanton nipples. Cate squeezed her eyes tightly shut. The sensation was just too much.
Kian put her down so her feet were flat on the floor and turned her around so she was facing the v with her back to him. She wrapped her fingers around the rough plaster at the edge of the swimming pool. Her breasts felt heavy; the water gently lapping against her nipples was agony.
Kian parted her legs with his knee and she felt him come up close behind her. He gripped her hips and guided her backwards. Suddenly, she felt him thrust deep inside her causing a tidal wave of water to crash over the edge of the swimming pool. “Ah,” Cate yelped, feeling a momentary sting of pain. He was just so big. She gritted her teeth, waiting for her body to adjust to his thick girth. He stilled, kissing the tendon where her neck met her shoulder while he waited. As he felt her start to relax, he flexed his hands against her hips and she felt him slowly slide out, rubbing up against the raw patch of nerves inside her. Cate felt empty, frantically squeezing her pussy around the twitching tip of his cock. He grunted, slamming into her again, the violent collision of their bodies sending another spray of water across the tiles at the side of the pool.
As he kept up the punishing rhythm, his hands worked their way to the front of her body and from her tender breasts down to her mound. He clamped a hand possessively against her sex. He parted her lips and his fingers found the spot, still swollen from his mouth. He rubbed the heel of his hand against her nub.
Cate felt the climax build again inside of her; her legs started to tremble. He knew her body so well, with every stabbing thrust, he found her sweet spot. He reached up and turned her face towards him so he could kiss her, sliding his tongue deep inside her mouth. He loved feeling her like this, completely claimed by him.
With his free hand, he roughly kneaded her breast. She was completely at his mercy; his cock buried between her legs, his hands touching her clit and breast and his tongue inside her mouth. Cate broke apart violently for him for the second time, a couple of hard thrusts and she felt Kian tense up and he came inside of her, saying her name over and over.
Afterwards, Cate slumped over the side of the swimming pool, completely spent. “I love you so much,” he murmured, kissing the back of her neck. He stroked up and down her body, easing her down from her climax before he pulled out.
“I love you too,” Cate said croakily.
Through the post-orgasm haze, Cate watched as Kian pulled himself out of the swimming pool and peeled the condom off his cock.
“You wore a condom?” Cate asked.
“It’s no big deal,” Kian said, reaching for her hands to help her out of the pool. “I didn’t want to have to get the pool cleaned, that’s all. I’m teaching Lo to swim in here tomorrow.”
Cate refused his offers of help and waded towards the steps at the shallow end of the pool. “We’ve never used them before. When did you even buy them?”
“Just before we came away,” Kian replied. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist fucking you in here.”
Kian’s explanation made sense but Cate still had this uneasy feeling in her gut.
When Kian came back upstairs, Cate was already in bed. “Hey,” he said softly, when he saw the tears streaking down her cheeks, “what is it?”
“I need you to make love to me,” she choked. There was too much space between them. “Please Kian.”
Kian could never deny his wife; he stroked his hands up her inner thighs which were still damp. “Please stop crying.”
Cate parted her legs, giving him better access. He slowly slid two fingers inside her.
“Mm,” she bit down so hard on her bottom lip she could taste blood. She was so sore.
Kian immediately stopped and removed his fingers. “Does it hurt, angel?”
“A little,” Cate admitted. “I need it though.”
Kian pulled back the sheet and gasped when he saw his wife’s body. Her beautiful breasts were marked with countless love bites. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He could still see the outline of his teeth around her nipple.
“It’s OK,” Cate said softly.
As he looked further down, there was a nasty-looking bruise forming from her hip down her thigh. Kian felt sick. “Did I… did I do that?”
“I must have knocked it on the corner of the swimming pool.”
Kian gently pressed his lips against the darkening skin, “I’m so, so sorry.”
When he softly parted her thighs, he found the skin on her thighs was red and scratched. He hadn’t shaved that morning and his stubble had branded her delicate, soft skin.
Kian parted her lips, bracing himself. Even if she wouldn’t admit it, he’d lost control and hurt Cate tonight. As he feared, the inside of her pussy was dark and swollen. “Fuck,” he grunted, pressing his face against her stomach.
Cate ran her fingers through his hair, “Kian, please don’t beat yourself up about this. You didn’t do anything to me tonight that I didn’t want you to. We both just lost control. The marks will fade.”
As Kian flopped on to his back, Cate sat up. Since they couldn’t make love tonight, she needed to put some clothes on in case Lola came running in to them. She knelt down to get some clean pa
nties and a t-shirt from the bottom drawer.
“What the fuck is that?” Kian roared.
Cate winced, hoping he hadn’t woken Lola up. “What?”
“Fuck Cate, look at your back. What have I done?”
Cate pulled on her panties and turned around, looking at her back in the mirror. The skin between her shoulder blades was scratched and bleeding. “I thought it felt a bit sore.”
“Stay there,” Kian ordered. When he came back from the bathroom, he had a damp cloth in his hand. He gently cleaned the gash until it stopped bleeding.
“It must have been from the plaster at the side of the pool,” Cate mused, slipping her t-shirt over her head. “We’ll have to watch that with Lo.”
“Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?”
Cate took his face in her hands; she could see the horror in his eyes. “I genuinely didn’t feel it until afterwards. I promise, if I’d felt anything at all, I would have told you.”
Kian was quiet as he pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and climbed into bed. “You’re on the wrong side,” Cate said, looking down at him.
“I thought this would be better,” Kian said. “You shouldn’t put any weight on that hip.”
As Cate rested her head on his chest, Kian stroked his fingers through her hair. “I’m so sorry, Cate.”
“I know,” she said softly, kissing his bare skin. “You don’t need to be, it wasn’t your fault.”
Cate was just drifting off to sleep when she heard Kian say, “I want to quit playing for England.”
She lifted her head up, “why?”
“It’s bullshit. I want to spend my time with you and Lo.”
Cate sat up, crossing her legs. “Are you sure this is what you really want? The papers are tipping you to be the next captain now that Luke Roberts has retired.”
“You know I don’t give a shit about any of that.”
“Your Dad did though. He always used to boast that you were going to be a future England captain.”
“But he’s not here. I love my Dad but I can’t live my life according to what he would have wanted. I’ve got to do what I want and what’s best for my family, which is you and Lo.”
“What’s best for us is you being happy,” Cate said.
“Are you trying to talk me out of it?” Kian raised an eyebrow. “I thought you’d be fucking happy.”
“No,” Cate waved her hands. “You know I’d love to have you home more. I’ll support you 100% whatever you decide. I just want to make sure you’ve thought it all through; I don’t want you to have any regrets later on. Have you talked to Dave or Trevor about this?” Trevor had been his P.E. teacher when he was at high school and they’d remained friends.
Kian shook his head, “I wanted to see what you thought about it first.”
Cate was pleased that he valued her opinion so highly.
“What reason would you give?” Cate asked. “You can’t tell them that you want to spend more time with your family because the press don’t know you’ve got one.”
“I’ll tell them the truth,” Kian sighed. “I don’t want to play for them anymore.”
“No,” Cate shook her head, “you can’t say that, the press will hammer you for it.”
“Dave can figure it out, that’s what I pay him for,” Kian chuckled. He turned over, careful not to jostle Cate and settled her back against him. Avoiding her bruised hip, he slipped his hand up her t-shirt and pressed the palm of his hand on her stomach, just above her scar.
Cate tried to move his hand up so he wasn’t touching it. “Stop wriggling,” he warned, tucking her cold feet between his calves.
“It’s so ugly,” Cate said quietly.
Kian trailed his finger over the raised skin, “this right here changed my life. When you gave birth to Lo, you made me a father. You made me want to be a better man.”
Cate blinked back the tears that had formed in her eyes, “I missed you.” She didn’t just mean while he was away at the World Cup, she also meant the few days since he’d been home when he’d been so distant.
“If you still want to talk about having another child…” Cate thought about the argument they’d had the night before the World Cup.
“Not tonight,” Kian said, kissing the back of her neck, “tonight I just want to enjoy having you in my arms again. I missed you so much, Cate.”
The following morning when Cate woke up Kian wasn’t there. She looked at the clock at the side of the bed; it was just after 7am. She listened intently; perhaps Kian had made an early start teaching Lo how to swim? Nope, she couldn’t hear anything. It was unlikely because like her Mum, Lola liked her sleep. She only woke up this early one day a year, Christmas Day.
She couldn’t go back to sleep until she knew where Kian was so she thought she might as well get up. As she sat up, she felt a sharp pain across her shoulder blades as her t-shirt came unstuck from the grazes on her skin. As she swung her legs out of bed, she felt a dull ache in her pelvis and down the side of her thigh. When she pulled back the covers, she realised that the whole of her upper thigh was covered with a nasty looking bruise. Cate thought back to last night and how horrified Kian had been when he’d seen it. She knew how much he worried about hurting her and she felt so bad because she genuinely hadn’t felt anything at the time – she’d felt her hip slam into the side of the swimming pool but it hadn’t hurt.
She gently stood up, wincing as the skin stretched tight over her thigh. As she walked towards the bathroom, she could still feel Kian deep between her legs. He was different since he’d come back from the World Cup. It was like he was fighting some kind of darkness. Cate couldn’t help but worry about him; they hadn’t made love since he’d come back and she craved that connection they shared. Instead, he wanted to use her body to fight his personal demons – she’d let him, knowing that he would never take it too far. She wanted to ask why he’d taken an earlier flight home than the rest of the squad, how he’d got those nasty cuts on his knuckles? It had been a big disappointment, getting knocked out of the World Cup on penalties – ugh, bloody Frederick Meyer, she wanted to wring his neck. She really hoped it was just that.
The trouble was… Cate stood in front of the mirror and lifted up her t-shirt. Geez, her body looked like a war zone. Her breasts were marked with love bites and there was a bite mark around one of her nipples. Last night, he’d fucked her so roughly and yes she’d had multiple orgasms but afterwards she’d felt empty. That’s why she’d been crying when he came upstairs – it reminded her too much of the 1st time they’d had sex, the night Lola was conceived. Afterwards, Cate had felt like she was just body parts for Kian to use and then discard. It didn’t take much for her old insecurities to resurface. She knew Kian loved her but every time they fucked instead of making love, she felt a little bit more broken.
She pulled open the top drawer and found the one swimsuit she’d brought with her – she definitely couldn’t wear a bikini looking like this. How would she explain it to Lola? Fortunately, when she put it on, it covered most of the marks apart from the bruise on her upper thigh. At least that would be easy to explain, she could say she banged into one of the cupboards in the kitchen.
It was already starting to get hot so Cate piled her hair up in a messy bun and pulled on her favourite blue sundress. The dress was long enough that it covered the bruise on her thigh so she wouldn’t have to explain it to Lola right away.
“Come on, sleepyhead,” Cate opened the shutters in her daughter’s bedroom.
“Mummy, no,” Lola protested, pulling the sheet up over her head. “Lola sleepy.”
Through the window, Cate could see Kian at the far end of the patio, talking on his mobile. He was too far away to hear what was being said but he looked angry, his fists were clenched.
Even though her stomach was churning, Cate plastered a fake smile on her face and turned her attention back to her daughter. “I thought somebody wanted to learn how to swim.”
Lola peeked
out from under the covers, “today?”
“You’ll have to get out of bed first.” Cate picked up Lola’s toy monkey, “look at Max, he’s already up and dressed. I think that means he gets to go in the swimming pool first.”
“Mummy,” Lola giggled, “Max is a toy, he can’t go swimming.”
“Neither can you,” Cate ruffled her daughter’s hair, “if you don’t get out of bed.”
Cate left Lola to get dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast. Kian was just coming back inside. “Is everything OK?”
“Fine, everything’s fine,” Kian snapped.
“I was just going to make breakfast.”
“I’ve already eaten,” Kian said, looking at his mobile. “I’m going for a run.”
“Wait,” Cate called after him, “I thought you were going to teach Lola how to swim today.”
“I’ll do it later. Stop nagging me all the time.”
Cate stood there and watched him leave, her mouth gaping open. She couldn’t quite believe what she’d just heard. The front door slammed shut behind him rocking the whole villa. Cate felt a tug on her dress, “where’s Daddy going?”
Cate bit her lip, “he’s just going for a run, sweetheart. He’ll be back soon.”
“He’s still going to teach me how to swim though, isn’t he?” Lola looked up at Cate with those big black eyes.
Cate didn’t know how to answer her daughter’s question; the truth was Kian had been so up and down since he’d come back from the World Cup, she just didn’t know. “Come on, let’s have some breakfast.” She brought Max up to her ear, “Max says he’s ravenously hungry.”
“Mummy,” Lola said, “you do know that Max isn’t real, he’s just a toy?”
CHAPTER 6
Kian packed back and forth across the patio, his mobile phone clamped to his ear. “What the fuck have you done?” he grunted at Sinead.
He’d woken up this morning to the sound of his mobile vibrating on the bedside table. Kian had reluctantly disentangled himself from Cate, settling her on her right side so she wasn’t lying on her bruised thigh. He couldn’t believe he’d been so reckless last night – he should have known that the plaster at the edge of the swimming pool was rough and cutting into her soft skin. If he hadn’t been so intent on staking his claim on her body, he would have realised her thigh was slamming into the side of the swimming pool. He was so riddled with guilt; he’d selfishly believed that if he could embed himself deeply enough inside Cate then maybe she wouldn’t leave him.
