by Louise Hall
He took her hand and led her across to the huge, white bathtub. The water was hot and frothy; trails of steam rose up from the surface. With her legs still trembling, she climbed the steps. Her body still craved him in her deepest, darkest places. She could feel him watching her as she slid down into the depths of the hot water.
She lay back against the curve of the tub but she couldn’t relax. Her body demanded him. Her breasts felt full and heavy, the water lapping against her over-sensitised nipples was agonising. The ache between her legs was intensifying. She shifted a little, squeezing her thighs together to try and relieve it. When she closed her eyes, all she could see was his mouth on her breast, his lips sucking on her nipple.
He sat on the top step and trailed his fingers through the water. Cate grabbed his wrist. “Will you join me?” She asked quietly, her voice breaking a little.
“Are you sure?” Kian asked. The slight quiver in her voice broke through his resolve.
Cate nodded.
Kian quickly undressed and climbed into the bath opposite Cate. “Come here,” he said huskily.
Cate turned around and allowed Kian to move her backwards until she was sat between his thighs, her back pressed against his chest. Submitting to his strength, Cate closed her eyes and leaned her head back on his shoulder.
Kian pressed his lips against hers, sending delicious tingles all through her body. He used his feet to part wide her legs and as she moaned, he slid his tongue inside her mouth. Holding her feet with his own at the sides of the bath, Kian ran his fingers up the sides of her thighs, over the flare of her hips and up her ribs. The water lapped gently against the sides of the bath. She writhed against him, tortured by his gentle touches. He kissed her softly, stroking his tongue against hers.
Kian dropped his hands to her stomach, splaying his fingers and Cate stilled. Alert, she opened her eyes.
“You’re my home,” Kian spoke softly into her mouth. The warmth of those words infused her veins.
Cate put her hands over his; she could feel his wedding ring against her skin. “Your sister, my brother…”
Kian turned her around so that she was facing him. His eyes burned darkly into hers. “Don’t matter.”
She looked so uncertain. The ferocious desire to take care of her won out over his fears.
He kissed the tip of her nose. His hands slid down her back to her bottom. Kian caressed her buttocks, touching every inch of her skin before slipping a hand between her legs. Cate tightened her grip on his shoulders as he pressed a finger knuckle-deep inside her.
“Ugh,” Kian groaned, pressing his face against her shoulder. “You feel so good.”
He pulled out and entered her again, this time with two fingers. Cate whimpered; she could feel his wedding ring graze against her most sensitive tissues. Kian stroked her clit with his thumb. “Please,” Cate cried, rocking her hips against him.
She tried to look away but Kian cupped her chin with his free hand and brought her back to him. “Look at me.”
He ghosted his hand over her damp breast, making her skin break out in goose bumps. Cate placed her hand over his, entwining their fingers and pressed him harder against her tender flesh. Kian planted a kiss at the corner of her mouth and slowly took firm hold of her breast. Her aching nipple was crushed against his palm. He began to roughly squeeze her breast, their joined fingers digging deep enough into her flesh that she would have bruises there in the morning. He matched his rhythm to the fingers stroking between her legs. “Mm,” Cate bit down on her plump bottom lip, frantically rocking her hips against his hand.
He felt her body start trembling against him and she clenched tightly around his fingers.
“So fucking beautiful,” Kian murmured, kissing Cate’s damp forehead. He released her breast, focusing on just her taut nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Kian, please,” Cate murmured. Her eyes were cloudy and unfocused.
He lifted her up a little, cupping her bottom with his hand and slid her other breast inside his mouth. She was teetering on the brink but he teased her, slowing his fingers between her legs. He grazed his teeth against her skin and then rimmed her nipple, leaving his lips on her breast just millimetres away from where she wanted them. The warmth of his breath caressing her nipple was agonising, inflaming her already burning nerves.
Kian could feel her frustration, she clenched so hard against his fingers, desperately chasing that release.
Then suddenly, he pulled both of his fingers out of her core. “No,” Cate sobbed.
Cate felt his lips back on her nipple, harder this time. He trapped her nipple in his mouth, lashing his tongue without mercy against her tight bud. Her body felt like it was on fire but she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. His hand gripped her back, firmly holding her in place. Cate felt him enter her again, with three fingers this time. The pressure was so intense, she clawed at his back; he was stretching her to the absolute limit. It was only just on the right side of pleasure/pain.
The solid heel of his hand grazed her clit. “Aah,” she cried again, agonisingly close.
Kian felt completely consumed by Cate. The taste of her tight, beaded nipple against his tongue, the sweet scent of the jasmine bath oil intermingled with the dark, heady musk of Cate’s arousal, the sight of her beautiful, naked body bucking and thrusting under his command, her cries as he dragged her to new heights of pleasure and the feel of her hot, dripping wet core stretched tightly around his fingers.
“Come for me,” Kian groaned.
Cate felt her body start to shudder, trails of fire burning up her legs until they reached her core. She exploded in such a violent climax, she lost awareness of where she was, who she was. All she could do was surrender to this intense, otherworldly pleasure. The room flashed so brightly it burned the insides of her eyes.
With her body still rippling from climax, Kian turned her around so that she was facing away from him. “Grip the end of the bath,” he said, positioning her so she was bent forward.
He parted her thighs and she felt him come up behind her, his erection digging into her back.
He gripped her hips and pulled her backwards. Cate accidentally let go of the end of the bath. “Hold on to the bath,” he ordered.
She felt his cock slide between her wet lips. He circled the tip of his cock against her clit.
“Mm,” Cate cried, throwing her head back.
He slid the very tip of his cock inside her. Cate squirmed, greedy for more but he tightened his grip on her hips. His fingers bit down into her skin. Suddenly, he thrust forward violently, pulling her back on his cock. Cate saw stars as he hit all the tender spots deep inside her. “Fuck,” he groaned, as she clenched tightly around him. “So good.”
He bent her forward so her breasts and the side of her face were resting against the cool, black tiles at the side of the bath. Her stomach was protected by the gentle slope of the bath. Cate watched through the steamed-up window, the reflection of their bodies moving together. Kian slammed into her harder, she could feel him losing control. With each thrust, he was hitting those sweet, tender tissues deep inside her. He covered her with his body, crushing her breasts against the cool tiles. Their bodies moved together as one. The water splashing around them. He slid a hand between her legs and stroked her clit. “Please,” Cate begged. He brought her to orgasm again and as she rippled around him, he came as well, bursting inside of her.
CHAPTER 25
The next morning when Cate woke up, sunlight was streaming in through the huge windows.
She turned around and Kian was sat up in bed next to her, reading something on his iPad. “Hey,” he smiled softly.
“How long have you been awake?” Cate asked, stretching her arms up above her head.
“A while,” Kian said. He switched off his iPad and put it on the bedside table. “I thought I’d let you sleep in.”
He slid down under the covers and turned on his side to face her. Cate winced when
she saw his cheekbone which was all kinds of purple. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, tracing the outline with the tip of her finger.
“It looks worse than it actually is,” he smiled. “You still mad at me?”
“A little,” Cate said.
She looked over at the bedside table, on which there was a glass of red-coloured liquid and two white pills.
“Cranberry juice and paracetamol,” Kian explained.
Cate sat up, quickly pulling the duvet up with her. “Why?”
“I don’t want you to be… um, sore?” Kian wouldn’t look her in the eye. “I was a bit rough with you last night.”
Cate blushed. “I kind of… I… I liked it.”
Kian raised his eyebrows, “you don’t have to say that.”
“I’m not,” Cate put her hands on the sides of his face, forcing him to look at her. “I know I’m young and um, inexperienced but if I don’t like something, I’ll tell you. You’ve got to trust that.”
Kian looked shy all of a sudden, reminding Cate of what he’d looked like when he was a boy. “Did you like it?”
Cate couldn’t keep from blushing, “I did. I’ve liked everything we’ve done together.”
“I love watching you blush,” Kian grinned proudly. He peeled back the duvet so he could watch the flush spread across her luscious breasts. “Especially here.”
“We can’t solve all of our problems with sex, you know?” Cate said, thinking back to the previous day.
“We don’t have any problems,” Kian frowned. “When it’s just you and me, it’s good.”
“Just good?” Cate teased.
Kian moved on top of her so she could feel the stiffness of his morning erection against her hip. “Oh.”
“It’s fucking fantastic,” he said, suckling on her nipple. Cate felt a rush of warmth between her legs. “That better?”
“Um, yes,” Cate wriggled against his erection.
Suddenly, Kian pulled away. “What’s wrong?” Cate asked, looking worried.
“As much as I’d like to bury myself inside your sweet pussy and I would,” he looked darkly at Cate, making her shudder. “You need to take drink your juice, take your paracetamol and then get dressed. We’ve got plans.”
“No,” Cate buried her face in the pillow. “I don’t want to go anywhere. Like you said, when it’s just you and me, it’s good. Let’s stay in bed. I’m not sore, I promise.”
Kian pulled the covers down so they were bunched up at the end of the bed. “Open your legs,” he said, kneeling up.
Cate looked at his erection, which was still thick and pressing against his stomach. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft, hoping to tempt him to stay in bed. “Stop it,” Kian warned.
He parted Cate’s lips and looked down at her pussy. “You’re still a little sore,” he murmured, softly stroking her tender skin. “Drink your juice and take your pills.”
Cate pouted, “you’re bossy.”
Kian smiled, pressing his lips to her forehead. “It’s called being a good husband. Do as you’re told.”
Cate sat up, pulling the covers back up to protect her modesty. “What plans have we got?” She asked, between sips of cranberry juice.
“Mum called,” Kian replied, “she wants us to come for lunch. She feels terrible about yesterday.”
Cate winced, “will Sinead be there?”
“No, she’s got plans with Jake.”
“Okay,” Cate could tell how much it meant to Kian. “I need to stop at Mum’s on the way though, to pack up some of my stuff.”
“Do you want to shower first?” Kian said. “I might be a while.” He gestured to his erection, which was still standing proudly.
As she stood up, she felt a little jet-lagged. “Ugh, I wish I could click my heels together and we’d be back in Vegas.”
After they’d both showered separately and got dressed, Kian insisted that Cate have breakfast. While he was making it, she called Liv on her mobile.
“Is Mum there?” Cate asked quietly.
“Nah,” Liv said. “She’s got back-to-back meetings today. Are you trying to avoid her?”
“Kind of,” Cate smiled. “I need to pack up some of my things.”
“Come over, I’ll give you a hand.”
“Hey,” Liv said brightly when she opened the front door. “Where’s Kian?”
“He’s gone to his Mum’s,” Cate explained. “Just in case.”
“Her barks worse than her bite, you know?” Liv said, as they went upstairs. “Take it from somebody who’s disappointed her a lot over the years.”
“First things first,” Cate said, pulling open her wardrobe door. “I need something to wear today.”
She was wearing the same clothes she’d worn on the flight home yesterday, which Kian had dried for her overnight.
She wanted to look nice; this was the first time she was going to see Jean as Kian’s wife.
“Ugh,” Cate sighed, when she got to the end of the rack. She slumped down on the beanbag. “I’ve got nothing to wear.”
Liv laughed, “come on, there must be something.” She rifled through the rack and pulled out the Cherry Dress.
“What about this?”
“Do you think it’s appropriate to meet the mother-in-law?”
Liv giggled. “Sorry,” she said, holding her hands up. “Sorry. I just can’t get over the fact that my baby sister’s got a mother-in-law.”
“Stop,” Cate scowled. “It’s awkward enough as it is. Do you think it’s OK?”
“I think it’s perfect.”
“I just need some tights to go with it.” Cate pulled a pair of black tights out of her dresser but they snagged on a rough edge of the drawer. “No,” Cate winced, looking at the tear. “Maybe I should just hide out here; I’m not ready for all this.”
“It’s OK,” Liv said, patting her shoulder. “Take some deep breaths. Have you got another pair?”
Cate rummaged around in the drawers. “I think you took my only other pair on Valentine’s Day.”
“I’ll nip downstairs, see what I can find?”
When she came back upstairs, Cate looked hopeful. “Did you find any?”
“I found something,” Liv said. “They’re not tights exactly but they might be better, you don’t want anything digging into that pregnant belly of yours.”
Cate swatted her playfully. “Are you trying to say I look fat?”
Liv looked her up and down. “Nah, you’re still like a freaking twiglet.”
“Stockings?” Cate said when Liv handed them to her. “I can’t wear these, they’re too… grown-up”
“I hate to be the one to tell you this sis but you’re married and knocked up, that’s a whole lot of grown-up.”
Cate still looked doubtful.
“Think of it this way,” Liv said. “You won’t have to worry about the waistband being too tight or too loose. It’s too hot for tights anyway and it can be a lil’ treat for your hubbie when you get home.”
“Ugh,” Liv groaned, clutching her stomach. “That last part made me throw up a little in my mouth. I don’t want to think about the two of you having sex.”
“Fine,” Cate said to make Liv shut up. She took the dress and stockings and went into the bathroom to get changed.
When she came out, Liv was sat on her bed, folding up some clothes. “What do you think?” Cate asked anxiously.
“You look cute,” Liv smiled, “and totally appropriate for meeting the mother-in-law.”
“Thanks,” Cate breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks for being so cool about all this.”
“Don’t thank me,” Liv grinned. “I’m just glad I’m not the disappointment of the family for a little bit.”
Cate finished packing most of her clothes into her suitcase.
“You look happy, you know?”
“I do?” Cate blushed.
“Yeah, it’s good to see,” Liv said.
Cate went to pick up the handle
of the suitcase but Liv stepped in front of her. “Oh no, you don’t.”
“What?”
“Kian would lynch me if I let you drag that thing downstairs, I’ll take it.”
“It’s quite heavy.”
“Even more reason why I’m taking it,” Liv said. “Remember this when you’re choosing god-parents.”
Liv walked with Cate the couple of streets to Jean’s house and put her suitcase in the boot of Kian’s car.
“Are you sure you can’t come in with me?” Cate winced as Liv gave her a hug.
“You’ve got nothing to be scared of,” Liv said. “Jean’s a sweetheart; she already loves you to bits and Kian’s there. Speaking of which…”
Cate turned to the front door and Kian was waiting for her.
She said goodbye to Liv and walked up the driveway, her stomach twisting itself up in knots. Kian reached for her hand, “you’re trembling, are you OK?”
“Sinead isn’t here, is she?” Cate asked warily.
“No, she’s with Jake. They’ll be gone all day,” Kian said softly. “Are you ready?”
Cate nodded, all the time thinking no, not really.
“Hi Cate,” Jean said warmly, opening her arms wide to give her a hug. Cate relaxed a little. “Why don’t you go through to the lounge and I’ll finish up in the kitchen?”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Cate asked.
“No, no. Kian, why don’t you get the both of you something to drink?”
Even though Jean was being really nice, Cate still felt a little uneasy. As if at any moment, Sinead was going to jump out from somewhere and finish what she’d started yesterday.
Cate took a seat on the sofa and smoothed her skirt over her knees. Kian sat down next to her on the sofa.
“Hey,” he said softly, putting his hand on her knee, which she hadn’t realised, had been bobbing up and down.
“Sorry,” Cate blushed. “Just being in here freaks me out after yesterday.”
He stroked his hand over her thigh and then stopped, his thumb moving and back forth over the hem of her stockings. “What are you wearing?”
“Stockings,” Cate whispered. “I didn’t have any tights.”
