by Alice Raine
Breaking our lips apart he leant back, a frown briefly fluttering across his brows as he saw the quantity of my tears, before he began to wipe them away and leant down to place a sweet kiss on each of my eyelids.
‘Now, no more tears or stupid talk about me cheating on you, Stella, because it will never happen. Understand, my sweet girl?’
If I took a second to think about it, I knew deep in my heart that Nathan wouldn’t cheat on me. He’d already proved his dedication to me by giving me the necklace, and moving out of his beloved apartment into this temporary rented place – because I’d been unable to overlook the women who’d shared his life before me.
Rolling my lips together as a distraction to try and stop more tears falling, I gave a nod and smiled at him shakily as I suddenly filled up with embarrassment at my outburst. ‘Sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Must be the baby hormones in my system.’
Letting out a small chuckle Nathan guided me down on to the sofa, one arm looping around my shoulders so I was tucked firmly into his side where I immediately relaxed against him with a happy sigh.
Throughout my pregnancy, labour, and the following months, Nathan had often borne the brunt of my rampaging hormones, so he knew exactly what I was talking about. Poor guy, he’d been so patient with me while I had cried endlessly during my morning sickness, moaned about having sore nipples during breastfeeding, and generally used the excuse of “I can’t, I’m pregnant” to get out of anything I didn’t particularly want to do. I may, on occasions, have slightly used the baby to my advantage, but Nathan had taken it all in his stride and happily humoured me.
‘I know we haven’t had sex for a while …’ His words faded slightly as I saw Nathan wince, probably doing a quick calculation in his head about exactly how long it had been. He needn’t have bothered – I could tell him down to the precise weeks, days, and practically seconds, ‘… but we’ve been intimate every day in some form or other, even if it’s just showering together. I thought that would be enough reassurance that I still want you and only you, Stella. I’m sorry if I didn’t make it clear enough why I was holding back,’ he murmured, taking my hand and giving it a firm squeeze.
Drawing in a deep breath, Nathan placed a kiss on the top of my head and adjusted his position on the sofa so he was sat sideways facing me and could look directly into my eyes. Chewing on his lip as he studied me, it briefly crossed my mind to question why it was OK for him to chew his lip but not me, but I refrained from asking, the serious expression on his face enough to silence me.
‘I can see why you might take our lack of sex as a snub, but I’m trying really hard to do what’s best for you, Stella. Your body went through a hell of a lot giving birth to William. I don’t want to hurt you.’
His words were so sweet, his concern deeply touching, but I needed him to understand that I was OK. ‘You won’t hurt me, Nathan. I know my own body and I’m fine now, I promise. Even my gynaecologist said I’d made one the quickest recoveries she’s ever seen.’
He raised a hand, first raking it through his hair in agitation before lowering it and cupping my jaw gently, his thumb swirling over my cheek as I leant into his soft touch. ‘Seeing you in labour was really fucking hard for me, Stella … really fucking hard.’ His admission came out on a wheeze and my heart clenched. He had never told me this before. I knew he’d had a bit of a panic attack the day I gave birth to Will, but at the time I’d assumed it was over being a father, not my wellbeing.
‘You were deathly pale, and in such pain, and there was so much blood …’ A huge, tortured sigh escaped his chest and I saw the remnants of fear cloud his eyes. ‘It was horrible. All I could think was that it was my fault you were there. I felt so helpless and I swore to myself there and then that I would take better care of you. I … I guess that’s what I’m trying to do now, I don’t know how else to make sure you’re really OK apart from holding myself back.’
Wow. Nathan had softened a lot since he’d found out I was pregnant, and gotten far better at opening up about his feelings, but the look of raw anguish on his face made it screamingly obvious how much he cared about me. How much he truly loved me.
‘For the record, regardless of the discomfort of labour, I never regret having Will, and I certainly wouldn’t blame you for putting me there. It takes two to make a baby, Nathan,’ I reminded him with a smile.
I couldn’t believe I’d thought for even a second that he might be cheating on me, and seeing his face now – scrunched up with his memories of my pain – I felt immediately guilty at my lapse of faith. ‘I wasn’t thinking straight. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me. I’m so sorry, Nathan.’ Trying to lighten the mood, I gave him a cheeky smile and small shrug. ‘Blame it on me being horny. I just assumed that because I was gagging for it, you must be too.’
Finally, I saw his expression clear and lighten as he sat up straighter and gave me a wicked look that sent a shiver of desire shooting straight to my groin. ‘Oh, believe me, I’ve been gagging for it. I’ve had to hold myself back from taking you ever since I brought you home from the hospital.’ That admission pleased me greatly, enhancing my self-confidence no end and causing me to grin at him as I watched his cheeks flush. Cocking my head, I tried to work out his odd expression – it wasn’t quite guilt, but there was certainly some embarrassment evident, and there was even a mild flush to his cheeks. ‘I may have resorted to an occasional wank in the shower,’ he finally confessed, looking mortified to be admitting to pleasuring himself.
Throwing my head back, I laughed hard before lowering my gaze and meeting his embarrassed look with one of my own. ‘You’re not the only one. I might have scratched my itch a few times too,’ I admitted, enjoying the startled expression that jumped to his face.
‘Christ, really?’ he muttered thickly, his pupils dilating before my eyes with arousal.
Nodding my head, I didn’t get a chance to reply properly because Nathan’s body inclined toward me in a blur of speed, caging me in as his mouth landed on mine in a kiss so passionate that I was instantly breathless. His skilled tongue forced its way between my lips and began to stroke across mine until I moaned out my pleasure into his mouth and clutched desperately at the back of his head with clawing fingers. God, he was such a good kisser. One of his hands dived into my hair, pulling me closer as the other dipped between my thighs and cupped me possessively over the material of my jeans, his fingers splayed and his thumb rubbing firm circles on my clitoris and causing me to groan into his mouth.
‘No more touching yourself, Stella. Your pleasure is my job, understand?’
His possessive words sent a rush of moisture between my legs and instead of an instant reply, a high-pitched, needy sound left my lips as I squirmed under his touch, my body already on fire from this much-missed attention.
‘OK … deal,’ I panted. ‘As long as you promise to take care of me right now, though, because I really can’t wait any longer,’ I begged, shamelessly grinding my groin against his hand as my own fingers clutched at his shirt in a shaky attempt at ripping it open.
Pausing in his onslaught, Nathan looked down at me with analysing eyes. ‘You’re definitely OK?’ he asked again, and I frantically nodded my confirmation. ‘Yes.’ I was more than OK – I was ramped up and ready to go.
‘In that case, let’s sort us both out with some relief, shall we?’ he murmured, his lips dropping to my neck and working over the heated skin with a series of eager licks, sucks, and gentle bites that had me clawing at his shirt, desperate to get him naked.
‘It’s OK, baby, slow down. I’m going to take care of you,’ he assured me as he left the sofa and dropped to the floor before me. Pulling off my socks, he threw them behind him before sitting up on his knees and starting work on the zip of my jeans.
Meeting my eyes, he smiled softly, his excitement clear in every part of his face. ‘We’re not going to have full sex tonight, though.’
My eyes flew open, but before I could complain he raised a finger
and pressed it to my lips. ‘It’s been a while; we both need breaking in again. But don’t be disappointed, Stella, because believe me, I’m going to make sure you get off tonight. Multiple times.’
His promising words had me snapping my lips shut as my protest died on my tongue. Nathan was a man of his word, and supremely skilled in the sex department, so if he said we’d both be satisfied by what he had in mind then I believed him.
‘OK,’ I agreed, lifting my hips to help him with the job of removing my jeans and knickers. Before moving to my jumper, Nathan stood up and efficiently stripped away his own clothes until he was completely naked and looking rather proud of the erection jutting out in my direction. He should be proud – it was an impressive appendage, and boy, had I missed seeing that sight. My eyebrows rose at just how speedily he’d hardened. He was very pleased to see me, and I couldn’t help but grin as my greedy eyes feasted on his beautiful body.
Dropping to his knees between my thighs, Nathan smiled up at me sweetly as he jerked his chin to indicate that he wanted me to raise my arms. Our bond was so strong that words weren’t necessary for us to communicate anymore, and I followed his silent command without hesitation, allowing him to free me of my jumper and T-shirt in one go.
Sitting back on his heels, Nathan eyed my pink maternity bra with lust-filled eyes as he raised one hand and gently traced the lace edges, touching the skin at the sides of my breasts before trailing across the top of my cleavage until I shivered with desire. This bra was one of my favourites, a designer brand that Rebecca had given me as a gift several weeks ago, insisting that just because I was breastfeeding didn’t mean I couldn’t still feel and look sexy.
Pursing his lips, Nathan looked up at me, his pupils large, as a dark look of lust crossed his features. ‘These are still getting bigger,’ he remarked in admiration, cupping my breasts and giving a gentle squeeze. He was right – they were at least two cup sizes bigger, and also super-sensitive with all the feeding I was doing.
‘So is this,’ I replied teasingly, lowering my hand and cupping his erection as it grew even longer and thicker within my grasp. Nathan laughed darkly, thrusting into my hand, and went back to his job of undressing me, leaving me to continue with my fondling.
Sliding his hands around my back Nathan encouraged me forward so he could unclip and remove my bra, allowing my breasts to fall freely into his hands where he lightly explored them with a low, lusty growl. When he brushed his thumbs across my nipples, I gasped as my over-sensitive flesh hardened painfully under his touch. ‘Too much?’ he asked, his hands pausing as his eyes sought mine for reassurance.
I may have been a little sore, but mixed with my rampant arousal it was a good type of pain, and one that I didn’t want to stop. ‘They are a little sore at the moment,’ I confessed regretfully, ‘but it feels really good.’ I added huskily, soothing his concerns. Nathan was incredibly skilled when it came to my breasts and often made me come purely by touching my nipples alone, something that I probably wouldn’t be able to cope with for quite a few months, but what he was currently doing felt wonderful.
‘I’ll be gentle,’ he promised, as his head lowered and delicately traced the edge of my nipple with the tip of his tongue. ‘But William needs to learn to share, because there’s no way I can stay away from these beauties.’ I would have laughed, but laughter suddenly became the furthest thing from my mind as he took my hardened bud into his mouth and gave the lightest of bites, making me arch my back to increase the pressure as I began to squirm below his skilled mouth.
‘Don’t suck, you might end up with a mouthful of milk,’ I warned him in a thick voice, which immediately caused his head to rise, a look of interest settling on his handsome features as he blinked at me several times.
‘Really?’ I could tell from his expression that the idea quite appealed to him, and I rolled my eyes as a small chuckle left my lips. ‘What?’ he said, responding to my incredulous look with a casual shrug. ‘It’s part of you, why wouldn’t I want to try it?’ I should have guessed as much, this being yet another display of my man’s never-ending kinkiness.
Once Nathan had repeated his delicious torture on my other breast – with a gentle suck thrown in to the mix, of course – he looked up at me smiling seductively, before giving his glistening lips a lick. ‘I think I got a little taste. Either that or your skin tastes sweeter than before,’ he muttered hotly as his face dropped back against my boob to give one final teasing lick.
God, I couldn’t believe him sometimes. Literally nothing seemed to embarrass him. In our months of no sex I had somehow forgotten just how uninhibited Nathan could be, but I was getting a rapid reintroduction to it, and loving every minute.
Finally leaving my breasts feeling achy and full, Nathan sank lower onto his haunches so he was kneeling and positioned right between my legs. Unfortunately, his new position meant I had to give up my hold on his cock, and I pouted at my loss, a look that Nathan saw and smiled at. ‘There will be plenty of time for that later, Stella. I want to reacquaint myself with you properly first.’
Instead of dropping his mouth onto me like I had expected, Nathan instead licked two fingers and gently began to explore between my legs, his eyes watching in rapt fascination as he parted me to his view, gently arousing and discovering me as if it were the first time he’d seen me.
After having a veritable procession of midwives and doctors between my legs in the last year I didn’t feel embarrassed being in this position, and as his thumb brushed across my clit I found myself willingly spreading my legs wider for him.
‘That’s my girl,’ he murmured, pleased at my easy capitulation. The next second, Nathan lowered his head, licking one gentle, long swipe up my skin and ending at my clit that had me bucking wildly below him. I had been so horny for so long that my sensitivity was heightened to the point where I nearly climaxed just from these few light touches.
‘You’re close already,’ he stated needlessly against my quivering flesh, the vibrations of his words causing me to throw my head back as my hands frantically clawed at the sofa for something to grab a hold of. ‘Always so keen, Stella. I fucking love that.’
‘Please, Nathan,’ I begged, completely unashamed in my desperation for him.
‘OK, baby. I won’t keep you hanging.’ Nathan sat back slightly, licking his middle finger and slowly pushing it into my clenching sex as a hiss left his lips. ‘Fuck, Stella, still so tight,’ he muttered as he began to slide the finger in and out.
Usually I enjoyed it more when he used several fingers, but I was so aroused after our months of chastity that one was good enough for the job today.
Lowering his mouth again he curled his finger inside me to find my G-spot at the same time as taking my clit into his mouth and sucking. Hard. That was all it took to send me spiralling over the edge into a climax so fierce that I was thrashing violently on the sofa and calling his name reputedly as my hips bucked wildly against him.
My head fell back on to the cushion as I pulled in several deep breaths, and then Nathan’s smiling, gleeful face came into view. ‘Now that was a good one,’ he stated as he knelt up and leant forward to lower his mouth onto mine in a possessive kiss that seemed to shout just how proud of himself he was.
Arrogant git. Mind you, it was justified arrogance, because that had been a good one. A really, really flipping good one. It never failed to amaze me how different my climaxes could be when it was Nathan causing it instead of my own hands. I’d resorted to relieving the pressure myself several times in the past few weeks, but a self-created climax never came even close to the ones Nathan gave me.
Feeling the weight of his hard-on resting on my belly I let him continue to kiss me while reaching down and wrapping my hand around him to begin a gentle up and down stroke. Nathan had been so determined that we wouldn’t have sex since William was born that he hadn’t allowed me to touch him here at all, not even in the shower, and as a result, I couldn’t remember the last time I had held him in my
hand like this. Now that I was, I simply couldn’t get enough. He was like steel wrapped in silk, and I suddenly desperately wanted him against my tongue.
‘Wanna swap places?’ I enquired against his mouth, his cock hardening further in my hand as my rhythm sped up.
Nathan didn’t need a second invitation. He kept his lips on mine, our tongues still twining furiously, but somehow managed to manoeuvre us around until he was sat on the couch and I was kneeling between his spread legs. Finally he removed his lips from mine and laid back on the sofa, leaving me to get up close and personal with his magnificent manhood.
What a mighty fine view.
‘I’m already close,’ he warned me as I greedily lowered my head and licked the tip. He tasted salty, evidence that he really was close to coming, and then I heard a long groan leave his lips when I took as much of him into my mouth as I could.
With one hand on his balls and the other wrapped firmly around the base of his cock as my mouth worked his length, it didn’t take long until he was thrusting his hips into my mouth almost wildly. The control Nathan usually showed during sex was completely absent, and I loved this more animalistic side.
‘I want to come on your breasts,’ he murmured suddenly as he pulled himself from my mouth and somehow flipped me backwards so I was lying on the rug with him kneeling above me, pumping his shaft with his fist like a wild man.
‘OK,’ I agreed, but seeing the look of desperation in his eyes that indicated just how close he was, I’m not sure he would have been able to stop himself anyway.
With one more pump of his fist, Nathan let out a loud bark of pleasure as he began to climax on to my breasts, the hot come almost feeling like it was burning my sensitive nipples. Dropping one hand down beside my head, Nathan leant over me, his hair flopping down over my face as he slowed his strokes and placed a breathless kiss on my lips. Reaching up I ran a hand through his wild hair, lightly tracing my nails against his scalp and causing him to shudder with pleasure. Continuing to pump his cock he sent several more drops landing on my stomach, and then, with a wicked grin, he shifted himself and used the softening tip of his cock almost like a paintbrush to spread his come across both breasts and my stomach.
