by K. L. Jessop
“So Tamzin.” She finally acknowledges me. “I’m surprised you’ve not had a baby shower. Isn’t that what all the young girls demand now days?” she mutters swaying her hand a little too hard so the drink flops over the top.
“Not all of them.”
She smirks. “You don’t even look full term.”
“That’s because I’m not.”
“Is the baby’s weight and growth okay? You’re awfully small.”
Noel glares at her. I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to fuck with my head. She’s trying to kick me down in thinking I can’t carry a child correctly because in her eyes I’m a little orphan girl deprived of a proper upbringing where I have two parents to raise me right rather than an elderly couple set in their ways. Our baby is doing just fine now. Yes, I’m on the small side but everything is normal and April has no concerns regarding my blood pressure.
“I’m small because I get plenty of exercise.”
“She got that right, hey Noel?” Evie winks at him.
Sue, not missing a trick, turns on Noel. “The sex won’t last you know.”
“Oh really? And why’s that?”
“My son is almost thirty and he still lives at home. I can’t remember the last time...” Her cheeks flush with her own embarrassment and she takes a large gulp of her drink.
“Well that explains a lot. She’s clearly not getting any,” Evie says. “Hey, Sue, the adult toy shop does an excellent selection.”.
I hold back my giggle and decide to recuse Noel, moving into him so that Sue steps back abruptly. “Excuse me, Sue, but I’m going to steal my man now?”
“And what do you plan on doing with him?” The annoyance behind her voice is noticeable.
I can’t help but stick the knife in a little more as I whisper. “I’m going to go fuck him in his office. Real. Fucking. Hard.”
“A pregnant woman shouldn’t be having sex,” she snaps. “Especially in office buildings.” If she’s trying to make me feel ashamed she’s out of luck.
“Oh, you’d be surprised what a pregnant lady can do.” I take Noel’s jaw and kiss him right in front of her. “Maybe you should have experimented a little more when you were pregnant. It would have kept the flame burning a little longer.” I leave her speechless and head out of the door with Noel behind me laughing.
Once we’re alone in the hall, I’m pushed against the wall and Noel mumbles into my neck “I’ve been itching to get my hands on you all night.”
“Oh, so you did notice I was in the room. Sue’s attention not enough for you? You not into the older woman?”
Hot air hits my skin from his laugh. “You’re the only woman for me, angel, and I think she got the message.”
“Good. I had to say something to stop her whore hands wrapping around your cock.”
His hands, which are snaking up my thighs, immediately stop. He pulls back to look at me. “You’re not going to fuck me in my office, are you.”
“No.” I grin. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not fucking you at all.”
“Tamzin King, you both tease and surprise me in equal measures.”
“And it’s not over yet. Take me home. I have a surprise.”
His desired eyes scan down my body, his teeth grazing across his bottom lip with a grin he’s not even trying to hide.
“Is it naughty?”
“When is it not?”
He growls. “And you’ve managed to keep this to yourself all night?”
“That’s not the only thing I’ve kept from you.” I smooth my hand down his chest, cupping his arousal, and whisper. “For the last hour, I’ve not been wearing underwear.”
“Make your goodbyes quick. I’ll get the car.”
Noel.
I’ve strict instructions to stay in the bedroom as she changes in the bathroom. The anticipation of what I’m awaiting, and the feel of wanting her skin against mine has my dick hard and my blood pumping. The sexual tension of the night stepped up a level on the way home and I had to stop myself from pulling over and having her on the back seat. This woman does crazy shit to my soul and I can’t get enough of it. I never want the spell to be broken. Stripping out of my shirt, I rest back on the bed, trying to control my breathing. Watching her tonight at her party in all her beauty has answered the question I’ve been asking for a while. She is my future—my world—and it’s about time I made her aware of it. I just need to choose my moment.
I can smell her sweet scent, and looking up, my breath instantly leaves my lungs, my heart pounding at the most beautiful vision in front of me. She’s standing in the doorway, resting her weight more on one leg, her arm’s outstretched so her hands grip onto the wood frame, her gorgeous short blond hair in loose curls. She is silent in long, silky black stockings and a gorgeous short, sheer black babydoll dress that drapes over her body to perfection. The soft lighting of the room highlights the swell of her stomach and catches the silver fleck in her eyes as she bites her lip with a little seductive grin.
Fuck. Me.
This woman has the power to blow my mind even more so than she did when I first laid eyes on her. She looks magnificent, a rare breed, and there’s no way in hell I can live without her. I lift my hand and gesture for her to move towards me. She steps forward, swaying her hips like she’s walking a catwalk, never taking her eyes from mine as the air between us becomes electric.
I take her fingers and pull her closer, her arm goes around my shoulder as my hand slips under the strap of her dress. Neither of us speak. No words are needed because the only conversation that’s being held is from our body language. Desire burns thick and heavy between us. “You look like a dream,” I whisper against her lips and I feel her smile. I make love to her mouth, sweeping my tongue in long strokes that award me with those little whimpers that drive me wild. I could kiss this woman for days and still not want to come up for air. She’s an addiction. My infatuation. “You’re shaking, angel.”
“I want you so bad.”
Her hands lower to my waist and she unfastens my jeans, pushing them to the floor for me to step out of. She holds my gaze when her hands run up and down my shaft sending shockwaves through my veins. I groan into her mouth, capturing her again as she strokes me. “Tamzin.”
Without warning she holds my forearms and drops to her knees, kissing my lower stomach before teasing the tip of her tongue up my hard length. Wasting no time, she pushes my dick to the back of her throat, the sensation of her greedy mouth and the graze of her teeth over the bone has me fisting her hair and hissing through my teeth while I find the strength to stay upright. “Fuck, that feels good.”
She’s persistent, her hands and mouth working hard, like she’s going for gold. Her demanding mouth indicates that she wants to taste me, and even though I like her to receive the first climax, for the first time in a while, I’m at breaking point and make no attempts to stop her fucking me dry. I comb her hair away from her face. The hot rush chasing up my thighs and the tingles in my pelvis is a clear indication my orgasm is burning faster than I can control, and when I see her flick her heavy eyes up at me and her fingers slip between her thighs, I’m gone, offloading into her mouth as she takes my every last drop.
“Jesus, angel.” I pant. Her cool hands trace over the ripples of my bare chest before I’m pushed down to the mattress. She climbs up my body from her position on the floor like a hungry lioness on the prowl for its next meal. Her lips caress my neck in tiny bites and wet kisses as she straddles me. My hands grip hold of her arse. She’s wanting to take the lead, but it won’t be long before I demand control and worship her body and all its grace.
“Do you like my outfit?” she whispers in my ear, rocking her slick pussy against my dick.
“You don’t even have to ask.”
“I got it from Victoria Secrets,” she breathes, and it’s taking everything in me not to rip it free from her body. “I couldn’t find anything smaller.”
“Shh, stop talking. It’s perfect.�
� I turn her face, finding her lips to devour her mouth. She tastes of fruit juice and cinnamon. The combination of her flavours and her proximity has my mind on over drive. This woman is my ruin—my redemption. I lick along her jaw to the soft spot behind her ear. “Can you kneel, angel?”
“Yes.” It’s barely above a whisper.
“I need to kiss you everywhere.”
Shifting us further up the bed, I spread her legs a little wider, slipping down onto my back. “Hold onto the headboard. Don’t let go,” I demand. Her breathing quickens and her pants come fast. I love how I can make her lose control with just the expectation of my words. The sheer black material cocoons around my head and I waste no time in working my magic, rotating my tongue around her clit and down to her opening before pushing it inside to fuck her.
“Oh, yes!” she cries out, rocking against my mouth, and I know from the shudder in her weak voice that her knuckles are white with her grip on the headboard. Needing every inch, I push two fingers into her wet core and curl them, working her as I kiss her clit.
Her legs tremor against my head as she begins to tighten. “Noel… I can’t.”
I pull out, grasping her arse with both hands to support her from collapsing. The added pressure of my tongue and the nip of her bud between my teeth has her screaming. I grin against her pussy as her sweet flavours coat my tongue. So. Fucking. Hard.
“I’m ruined.” She’s weak and breathless, just how I love her, her whole-body quivering with the aftershock, and as much as I want to fuck her crazy I don’t think she’ll have the strength just yet. I help her down to the bed, both of us resting on our sides as I drag my lips across her skin before biting her prominent collarbone to make my mark that I know will last for days. She whimpers when I run my fingers over her folds, keeping her aflame.
“I like this,” I murmur, tugging the hem of her babydoll.
“It felt more comfortable than what I’d usually wear, only I wasn’t quite sure it was sexy enough.”
“Are you kidding me? You look good enough to eat.” I slip my fingers under the material and smooth my hand over her stomach, gently pressing my thumb over her nipple.
“I think you’ve just proved that point,” she grins, biting her lip.
“You looked beautiful tonight. You looked like you had fun.”
“I did. You went to so much trouble.”
“You’re worth every second.”
“Thank you.” The tips of her fingers trace over my lips and her eyes become serious. “Thank you for making me believe.”
She has no idea how good that makes me feel when she says that. “Thank you for being the love of my life. I promise many more years for us.”
“I don’t know about that. According to Sue your libido goes when you have kids. You may find it hard to fuck me thoroughly when Dumpling arrives.”
“I’ve heard there are some excellent boarding schools around here.” I grin, cutting off her giggle with a kiss. Pushing the material of her babydoll up, I lift her leg slightly, my dick teasing her entrance with the need to be inside her.
“You not taking it off?” she breathes, into my mouth.
“Not a chance. I want to make love to you whilst you’re wearing it.”
She leans back not hiding the glimmer of devilment on her face. “Oh, we make love now? What happen to good old fucking?”
“We did that and made a baby. Did you not learn anything in your sex education lessons, Miss King?”
“Clearly not in that one.”
Her heat covers my dick like a glove, causing my eyes to haze. She consumes every part of me.
Our hands entwine. Our eyes lock. Our bodies become one.
“I love you, Tamzin. You are my night and day, the air that I breathe and everything in between.”
“Excellent choice of words there,” she grins wickedly. “Very sentimental.”
“Stop killing my romance.”
“I’m sorry.” She tries to provide me with a poker face, hiding behind her smile, which I know will soon erupt with the next thing that leaves her mouth. “You’re my knight, my heartbeat, the rock to my world.”
I can’t help but laugh. I was expecting something a little sassier. “Wow. Where’s my playful girl with her dirty mouth?”
“Now who’s killing the romance?”
“If my words make you so sentimental, I’ll have to think of more stuff to say.”
“Or you could just shut up and fuck me.”
I laugh, granting her with her request. Not a day goes by where she doesn’t make me laugh. She is my best friend, my soulmate, the love of my life and the mother of our unborn child. Now there’s just one more thing I need to do to make us complete.
Make her my wife.
Noel.
I had it all planned. Down to the finest detail: a limousine ride to our favourite restaurant, a little dinner in front of the open fire, a dance to the soft harp and violins before spending the night in a hotel room where I would stand her on the balcony around lanterns and city lights and asked her to marry me. Snow had fallen over night, making my prediction right and the atmosphere more magical for what I had planned. Everything was booked and paid for, the ring was in my jacket pocket and the nervous excitement in my stomach was off the chart. It was meant to be perfect. Then, that all went to shit when I had the call from Paris.
There’s an emergency.
I need to fly out.
My night with my girl is now cancelled.
My phone call this morning has angered me for many reasons. The man I trusted to work and run my firm—Alex—has shit on me from a great height, stolen my money and fucked off. If it weren’t for the fact it’s Christmas and my employees weren’t all up in the air, I would have got someone else to sort it, but as that someone else would have been Alex and he’s the fucker that’s caused the issue, I have no choice but to head out. Now, I somehow have to tell Tamzin that not only am I deserting her less than a week before Christmas, but I’m also leaving first thing tomorrow.
“Fuck!”
This feeling in my chest is back, tighter than ever, at the thought of leaving her behind. This is not how I want our December to pan out. It’s important to me and it’s also tender for her. We make it special because of those reasons. We make it ours. Nothing gets in the way of this month; I’ve never allowed it. That control has been smacked out my hands faster than I can hold on, and now I’ve got no idea what the fuck is the right thing to do. I can’t bear the thought of telling her.
Tamzin’s arms snake around my neck as she climbs behind me on the bed. The house is smelling of good food and mulled wine ready for another Christmas gathering with my family, who are due to invade us any moment.
“You’re quiet. You sure you’re okay?”
It’s not the first time she’s asked me this today. I’ve tried to take my mind off everything by getting knee deep in cooking, but every now and again my mind wanders just like it has done this past few weeks. My dreams have now become nightmares in which Tamzin is the main character; the things that happen to her in them leave my stomach raw and my body in a cold sweat. My own head is playing mind games with itself, and I feel like I’m in some twisted horror movie. In last night’s dream, she got hit by a train; the night before it was a car. These fears I’ve been experiencing aren’t getting any easier, and when I ended the call this morning, I was near on having a panic attack at the thought of leaving. How do I tell her that not only do I have to leave but every time I close my eyes, I lose her forever?
“I’m fine, angel. I’m just a little tired.” I turn to look at her, her silver eyes deep with concern. She knows I’m troubled and even though I hate hiding this from her I appreciate her asking.
“Everyone is here,” she whispers, squeezing me a little tighter and kissing my neck before she gets up.
“I’ll be down in a second.”
She stops when she gets to the doorway, turning back with a smile. She’s dressed in a pair of black
leggings and a long red top that sparkles and covers her body flawlessly. I’m so proud of her, who she’s become—who she will soon grow to be. There is nothing more sexier than seeing the woman you love carrying your child.
“Merry Christmas, Noel.”
“Angel, it’s not Christmas yet,” I joke.
She grins. “Every day is Christmas with you by my side. This one is going to be the best one yet.”
Fuck. Why did she say that?
“I love you.”
The night is a blur: games and laughter fill the room as Christmas in the Thompson’s is well underway. Crackers are popped and party hats slip off our heads as the glow in the room is a combination of lights and festive cheer. My heart warms with the smile that’s constantly on Tamzin’s face, her infectious laugh that gets everyone’s attention and the love in her eyes when looking at her growing stomach. I never want that to change. But even though I’ve had a great time with those that mean so much to me, it’s been there: that heavy weight on my chest and a mind full of hallucinations that I can’t shake off. Wanting a little space, I head out of the living room when I spot two little feet peeping out from under the table.
“Hey, Ruby-Lou. What are you doing under here?” Her cheeks are rosy and the corners of her mouth covered in chocolate.
“I wanted some timeout. It’s all getting a little overwhelmingly.”
I raise my brows. “Such a big word for a little princess. Do you know what overwhelmed means?”
“No, but I heard Mummy say it a few times.”
I grin. To say she has no concept of the word, she’s used it in a damn good situation given the fact that the festivities are crazy. “Is that why you’re under here too, Uncle No-No, because you feel overwhelmingly too?”
I can’t help but chuckle and kiss her head. This girl is way too cute. “I guess so, kid.”
