CHAPTER 38
Kian took her hand and slid it down to his groin, where his cock was rock-hard and straining against the zipper of his trousers. “You really think my cock would be like this if you were just some girl I’d knocked up?”
“I don’t…” Cate could hardly think, her core was still sparking with tiny aftershocks.
Kian held the sides of her face, gently coaxing her to look up at him. Tiny snowflakes dotted her eyelashes. “I didn’t kiss her, angel. I swear to you on our baby’s life. She kissed me.”
“I want,” Cate hiccupped. “I want to believe you.”
“Did you check out yet?” Kian asked, gesturing to the hotel. Cate shook her head. “What’s your room number?”
“Pocket,” Cate said, her voice still a little shaky.
Kian slid his hand in the front pocket of her jeans. “Mm,” Cate gasped, his fingers were so close.
Kian retrieved the key and tucked Cate into his side, sheltering her from the snow.
They snuck past the receptionist who was watching TV and made it to Cate’s room. As the door shut, Kian pushed Cate back against the wall and undid the top button of her jeans. She heard the slide of the zip echoing through the empty bedroom and he slid his hand inside. He traced the line of her cleft with his thumb over the top of her panties and then slowly pushed them to one side.
As his fingertips grazed her newly bare skin, Kian jerked his head up. “What the fuck?” He asked, his eyes wide. Cate smiled a little.
He quickly pushed her jeans and panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, bare from the waist down.
“Ugh,” Kian groaned deeply. He couldn’t take his eyes off her bare pussy. “When did you do that?”
“Yesterday,” Cate blushed. “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” Kian clenched his fists. “I fucking love it.”
“Take off your clothes and get on that bed,” Kian ordered.
Cate knelt on the bed and slowly pulled her polo-neck jumper over her head. With Kian watching, he’d stripped down to just his trousers, Cate allowed the straps of her bra to slink down her arms to her elbows. She leaned forward a little, ensuring that the cups only just covered her breasts.
She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall away.
“Fuck,” Kian groaned, as if he was in real agony. He looked at the soft flesh of her breasts, marked with tiny love bites. “Love you so fucking much.”
Kian pushed his trousers and boxer shorts down to the ground. His cock was so hard it barely moved against his stomach as he prowled towards Cate.
He put his hands on the backs of her knees and slid her down so she was lying underneath him. Her black hair fanned out across the sheets.
“Give me your finger,” he said harshly.
Cate reached out her hand and he slid her wedding ring back where it belonged. “Don’t ever take that off again. I’m yours, Cate.”
Kian kissed her lips and then slowly dragged his teeth down her neck. His hands cupped her bare breasts, feeling the gentle weight. He kissed the soft flesh at the tops of her breasts as he rubbed the pads of his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
“Mm,” Cate murmured, arching her back up off the bed. Kian slid an arm underneath her, keeping her body curved up to him. He trailed his mouth over her breasts, nipping and licking, tasting that sweet skin. Kian suckled her nipple, pebbling it with long, hot strokes of his tongue. It was like he was a musician and her body was his instrument. As she panted, he moved to her other breast and did the same. Cate dragged her fingers through his black hair, urging him closer.
Before leaving her breasts, Kian blew softly on her hard, distended nipples. The feel of his hot breath swirling over her raw, sensitive skin made her jerk up off the bed. Her body throbbed with such intense lust.
Kian kissed her swollen belly down to the top of her cleft. “Open your legs for me.”
Cate let her legs fall apart and Kian settled in between them, his shoulders holding her wide open.
He looked down at her bare pussy, her skin already glossy with arousal. Cate jumped as he French-kissed her lips, sucking on her bare skin. Every touch was that much more intense. He nipped her skin and then soothed her with his tongue, stroking inside her lips, bathing in her wetness.
“Angel, you’re drenched,” Kian said softly. He opened her up with his thumb and forefinger and watched as her arousal spilled on to the sheet underneath them.
Kian slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her up to his face. He parted her buttocks, kissing her anus before licking her perineum and up to her swollen clit. He did that several times, licking her slowly from back to front.
Cate threw her head back, her fists clenched tightly around the sheet by her hips.
Kian circled her clit with his nose, savouring her dark musk and then he slid his tongue inside her.
“Kian,” Cate cried, her hips jerking against him.
Kian slid up and lapped at her clit hard and fast, driving her to the brink of orgasm before he dived back down to fuck her with his tongue. He kept dragging her tantalisingly close to climax and then pulling back. Cate felt hot tears stream down her cheeks. If her body was an instrument, he was the maestro.
Suddenly, he looked up at her, his lips were wet with her arousal and his eyes burned darkly. “Come for me.”
Cate felt the tight ball of lust which had been lodged inside of her burst into millions of tiny pieces.
But Kian greedily demanded more. With her body still in the throes of one climax, Kian pressed two fingers deep inside her. He found her g-spot effortlessly. “Aah,” Cate cried, not caring that she was in a hotel room with paper-thin walls. She pushed her heels down hard into the bare mattress and rubbed herself furiously against the heel of his hand. She dragged her nails up his back and sunk them into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” Kian groaned. He was close, the tip of his cock was already glossy.
He rolled them over so they were both on their side, her back against his front. Kian twisted his fingers inside her as his thumb feverishly worked her clit. She pushed back against Kian, grinding her bare bottom over his groin. He couldn’t hold out much longer. The feel of her bare bottom rubbing against his cock… As she slid back, the tip of his cock pressed between her buttocks.
He was too close; he could already feel the warmth spreading out from the base of his spine. He needed Cate right there with him. Kian grabbed her breast, feeling her hard nipple dig deep into the palm of his hand. He lifted it up, crushing it against her ribcage. He crooked his fingers inside her and as she crashed into another shuddering climax, his cock jerked hard. As he buried his face in the curve of her neck, stifling his cries, Cate felt his hot semen splash across her bottom and lower back.
Cate felt a slap of cold air as Kian got up out of the bed. Her body was still tingling all over.
She felt the mattress dip as he returned and a soft, warmth pressed against her lower back. Cate watched over her shoulder as Kian gently washed her lower back with a flannel. It was impossibly sweet. Cate put her head down on the pillow and closed her eyes, surrendering to the soothing feel of the warm flannel moving across her skin. He caressed her bottom, removing every drop of his semen from her skin.
“Your arse…” Kian said softly. He kissed the tender spot under her buttocks, where they met her thighs.
“I think you like it,” Cate smiled.
Kian smiled back at her. “I think I love it.”
He stroked her hip and then got up from the bed. Cate lay back and pulled the sheets up over her breasts. As he wiped his groin, she allowed herself a moment to savour the sexiness of Kian’s naked body.
His back was strong and ripped. Cate blushed as she saw the faint trail of her fingernails on his skin. His bottom was seriously sexy, it was round and hard and she loved feeling it tense under her fingers. He caught her looking through the mirror and turned around. “Enjoying the show?”
Cate looked at his chest, which glistened with sweat, showing off all of those rippling muscles. Her eyes drifted lazily over his tight pectorals, down his washboard stomach and the faint happy trail of jet-black hair to that v-cut.
If there was a sexier part of Kian’s body, Cate hadn’t found it yet. There really weren’t words.
“I’m starting to feel objectified,” Kian laughed.
“You shouldn’t be so sexy then,” Cate replied.
Kian lay down on the bed next to her and gathered her up in his arms. “I’m sorry you ever doubted how much I love you,” he whispered, kissing her fingertips.
Cate felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “You never told me.”
“I tried,” Kian said softly. He looked hesitant, as if he wanted to say something else.
He lifted up the silver locket Cate always wore around her neck and turned it over. “Do you know what this means?”
Cate shook her head. “I don’t even know who gave it to me.”
Kian ran his finger over the small initials engraved on the back. “My first half,” he murmured.
Cate wasn’t sure if she’d heard him right. She looked down at the letters on the back of the locket.
“It’s from you?”
Kian nodded.
“I don’t understand.” Cate struggled free of Kian’s grasp, sitting up. She felt as if the world had shifted on its axis and she didn’t know which way was up. She wrapped her hand tightly around the silver locket.
“When we had our first kiss on Christmas, it wasn’t a coincidence that I found you that night. I didn’t come outside to fight with Nicole, although she followed me and that’s what happened. I came outside to find you; I saw what happened with Jake.”
“Why?” Cate asked.
“When I saw you walking down the stairs that night into the basement, it was like…”
“That wasn’t me,” Cate interrupted. “That was Liv’s dress, your sister’s push-up bra and heels and a whole load of make-up.”
“Stop it,” he said darkly. “Do you want to know what it was that made me want to kiss you so badly? It wasn’t your dress, bra, shoes or make-up. It was that moment when you stopped halfway up the stairs. Your hands were gripping the banister so tightly, your fingers were white. You chewed on that bottom lip…”
She was doing it now. He reached up and tugged her bottom lip free of her teeth. “Fuck, it took everything I had not to just push you up against that wall and kiss you senseless.”
“I don’t understand,” Cate said softly, touching the locket again. “Somebody… you gave me this locket for my birthday?”
Kian pulled her back into his arms. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember but… Ben’s my best friend and you’re his little sister, you know? I just… this is going to sound really crap but whenever people talked about marriage and kids and all that shit, if I pictured it, it was always you by my side. It was you that I married, you that I had kids with.”
“Fuck,” Kian said, raking a hand through his hair. “I didn’t even know if you felt the same way. I mean, I’d catch you looking at me sometimes and I’d think maybe? At first, I was going to wait until you’d finished university. Then I was going to wait until you’d at least left for university. I thought it might be less awkward if you weren’t living at home. It scared the shit out of me that you’d find somebody else before I got the balls to tell you how I feel.”
“I finally decided to ask you out at your 18th birthday party. I bought the locket a couple of weeks before. Shit, I’ve never been as nervous as I was walking into the party that night.”
“I wasn’t there,” Cate murmured, thinking back to that night. “I had flu but it was Sinead’s party as well so they went ahead with it anyway.”
“I left early using the excuse that I had training the following day.”
“I don’t remember much about that night.”
“I had a key so I let myself in. I told myself I was being brotherly, checking that you were OK. I found you passed out on the bathroom floor, your temperature was sky-high and you were delirious.”
“No,” Cate covered her face. “I hate that you saw me like that.”
Kian smiled, prising her hands away from her face. “It gets worse, angel. You woke up just long enough to be sick all over me and then passed out again.”
“No,” Cate cried. “That’s so embarrassing. I don’t want to hear any more.”
“I’m glad I was there,” Kian laughed, kissing her shoulder. “You needed somebody to take care of you. I got you cleaned up and some fresh pyjamas but you weren’t exactly together enough to put them on yourself.”
“You changed my pyjamas?” Cate asked, wide-eyed. “Please tell me I was wearing underwear.”
“You were,” Kian raised an eyebrow. “A skimpy little black pair, if I remember.”
“You’re horrible,” Cate blushed.
“I stayed in the bathroom with you for a couple of hours. Eventually, after you’d been sick a couple more times, your fever seemed to break so I carried you upstairs to bed. I waited until you fell asleep and then I left.”
“You left this on my bedside table.”
Kian touched the silver locket. “I loved seeing it around your neck.”
“I never take it off.”
Kian wrapped her up in his arms. “I need you in my life, Cate. I love that whatever kind of day I’ve had, at the end of it; I get to come home to you. I love watching you dance when you don’t think anybody’s watching. I love making you laugh because it’s the best fucking sound in the whole world. I love that you talk a little in your sleep giving me an in to your dreams. I love the way your eyes change when I’m inside you, those little noises you make when you come.”
Kian dropped his hand to her stomach, “I love that you’re carrying my baby inside you.”
“I feel like this is a dream and somebody is going to wake me up in a minute,” Cate said softly.
“I love you too,” Cate said, putting her hand over his. “I love how you’re my first in so many things. I love how you’re so protective of me. I love that you’ve always got hummus and carrot sticks in the glove box of your car. I love being your wife, I do. It’s just that… I had all these ideas about what my life was going to be like. I was going to university. There are so many places in the world I want to see. I wanted to dip my toes in the Pacific Ocean.”
“You can still do all of that,” Kian said softly. “I don’t ever want to crush your dreams, Cate.”
“I know you don’t,” Cate curled up to him. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I didn’t want to work at the Tavern because of Nick.”
Kian’s hands bunched up into fists. Cate brought them up to her face and kissed his knuckles. “I told you that I don’t have any feelings for Nick and I truly don’t. It was never about him. It was about me. I want to be your wife, I want to be this baby’s Mum but I still want to be Cate. I don’t want to become just an appendage to you both. Working at the Tavern made me feel like the old Cate for a little bit.”
Kian thought about the To-Do List she’d written. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a bastard to you. I’ve never been in a relationship before.”
Cate smiled. “Neither have I. We can finally be firsts together.”
They were interrupted by the phone on the bedside table ringing. “Hello?” Cate answered tentatively.
“Who is it?” Kian mouthed.
Cate covered the receiver with her hand. “It’s reception, we should have checked out half an hour ago. They’re asking if we want to keep the room another night?”
“I want to take you home,” Kian said softly, trailing little kisses along her bare shoulder.
“No, we won’t be needing it another night. We’ll be down to check out shortly.”
As she put the phone down, Kian pushed her back on the bed, pinning her hands above her head. “The walls here are too thin,” he winked. “I like making my girl scream.”
“You’re insatiable,” Cate blushed.
Kian grinned against her lips, kissing them once before letting her go.
“Get dressed” Kian said, when he came back from the bathroom. He was wearing just his black trousers.
Cate stretched out, lifting her arms up above her head and flexing her toes. “Make me,” she giggled.
Kian smirked, “you’re so on.”
He yanked the sheet off the bed, exposing her naked body.
“Fuck,” Kian groaned, watching as her nipples tightened with the cold blast of air.
Cate locked eyes with him and then gently let one knee fall to the bed, exposing her bare pussy.
“It’s a good job you’re pregnant,” Kian bit out, his fists clenched tight. His cock jerked hard inside his trousers.
“Why’s that?” Cate teased, stroking her hand lightly over her breast.
Kian snatched her underwear up from the floor. “Because,” he said with gritted teeth. He knelt above her on the bed and removed her hand from her breast. He took her fingers and sucked them into his mouth, closing his eyes as he savoured this chaste way of tasting her skin.
Then he fitted her bra over her breasts and lifted her up off the bed so he could fasten it behind her back. With part of her clothed, Kian was able to breathe a little.
He slid down her body so he was sat by her ankles. He lifted them up and kissed her instep and then slid her panties over them.
“Because what?” Cate asked as Kian slid her panties over her knees and up her thighs.
When her panties were in place, Kian sat back on his heels. “Because,” he smirked, “otherwise I’d throw you over my knee and spank the shit out of you.”
Cate breathed in sharply.
Kian frowned. “Have I freaked you out, angel?”
Cate shook her head. “I’d quite like to try that.”
When they got home, the snow was already inches thick on Cooper Lane. Ben and Erin were outside, loading up their car with suitcases.
“Oh no,” Cate muttered under her breath when she saw them. “I can’t see them.”
“Why not?” Kian asked.
Cate whacked him on the chest. “I didn’t shower before we left the hotel. I still smell of sex.”
Kian grinned. “I like it.”
Cate stayed in the car, pretending she’d lost something in her handbag while Kian got out. “What’s up?” He asked Ben while Erin went back inside for Monty.
“I don’t think it’s going to let up,” Ben said, gesturing at the pure white sky. “I don’t want to risk getting snowed in so we’re going to Mum’s.”
Kian looked at the thickening snow on the ground. The previous owners had warned him when he bought the house about the risks of getting snowed in. It could take days for the plough to get to them.
“I think we’ll do the same,” he said. “We’ll grab some things and meet you there.”
“Make it quick,” Ben warned.
“I need a shower,” Cate said, when Kian told her what was happening. “I’m not going to turn up at Mum’s smelling like sex.”
“Perhaps I should join you,” Kian suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.
Cate laughed. “No. Absolutely not. I know what you’re like.”
When she got out of the shower, Kian had packed a small suitcase for her. “Hey,” she smiled. “How do you know what I want to take with me?”
But when she looked in the suitcase, everything she wanted was there. “Happy?” He asked, snaking an arm around her waist.
“Yeah,” Cate smiled.
“You do realise,” Cate said, as they drove to Irene’s house, “that we can’t have sex while we’re staying at Mum’s house.”
Kian raised his eyebrows. “It’s not like we have to stay in separate bedrooms. We’re married.”
Cate looked shocked. “You can hear everything in that house. No.”
Kian stroked a hand up her thigh, feeling her tense underneath his fingers. “You’ll just have to be really quiet.”
Cate put her hand on top of his, stilling him. “We’ll see,” she said primly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kian laughed. “In the middle of the night, you’ll be wiggling that cute little ass against me, begging me to make love to you.”
“Yeah, right,” Cate laughed. “More likely I’ll wake up with your early morning hard-on digging into my back, your lips on my neck and your hand cupping my breast.”
Kian shifted in his seat. “Keep on like that and I’ll have to pull over into one of these lay-bys.”
“Aw, have I got you all worked up?” Cate looked down at his crotch.
“I’m not the only one,” Kian said, glancing over at her nipples which were straining against her shirt.
“I’m just cold,” Cate said, folding her arms across her chest.
“So your panties aren’t wet then?” Kian said nonchalantly, not taking his eyes off the road.
“Don’t,” Cate warned. “We’re going to spending the next few days with my whole family in a house with very thin walls.”
“There’s always the shower,” Kian replied. “I am feeling kind of dirty.”
“You’re always feeling kind of dirty.”
“With you angel, I am.”
By the time they got to Irene’s house, Cate was feeling the need for an extra-long, extra-hot shower. Ben and Erin had already arrived and were upstairs in what used to be Ben’s room unpacking.
As she started up the stairs, Cate could hear Liv talking on the phone in the kitchen. She felt really guilty about the horrible things she’d said. Cate tugged on Kian’s sleeve. “I need to make things right with Liv.”
Kian nodded. “I’ll take these upstairs.”
Cate waited anxiously in the hallway until Liv had finished on the phone and then carefully pushed open the kitchen door. The hinges needed oiling so it creaked open. Liv looked up from behind the fridge door.
“Is it weird that I still want ice cream even though it’s snowing buckets outside?”
“It depends which flavour?”
“Aha,” Liv grinned, pulling a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Peanut Butter Cup from the back of the fridge. She sat down at the kitchen table and prised open the lid. “Mm,” Liv sighed, “sonnets.”
“I’m so sorry for what I said,” Cate stumbled over her words. “I didn’t mean any of it, I promise.”
Liv grinned, “Cate, don’t look so worried. I’m not going to bite, you know?”
“You’re not mad at me?” Cate felt a rush of relief.
“Of course not,” Liv laughed. “I know you didn’t mean it. I’m sorry too. I guess we were both just having really crappy days.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Cate asked, sitting down next to her at the kitchen table.
“Nah,” Liv shook her head. “It’s just the usual.” She quickly changed the subject. “What about you? Do I need to go up there and kick Kian’s ass?”
“No,” Cate laughed. “We’re working things out.”
“What about Nick?” Liv winked. “I heard he kissed you. Want me to go kick his ass instead?”
Cate winced, “don’t. Kian’s still sore about it.”
“I also heard he kissed Alice Devereux.”
Cate took a deep breath. “He says she kissed him. I’m choosing to believe him.”
“You should,” Sinead said. “She was just using Kian to persuade Jack to leave his wife.”
Cate jumped; she hadn’t heard Sinead come into the kitchen. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“I invited Fabrizio to stay with us over Christmas. His family are all back home in Italy so he would have been stuck in a hotel all by himself.” Fabrizio was one of Kian’s team-mates at Rovers. “Unfortunately, Mum thinks teen pregnancy is contagious so she doesn’t trust the two of us in the same house together. He’d have to have really amazing sperm to get me pregnant while I’m upstairs in my bed and he’s downstairs on the sofa.”
“What’s Fabrizio going to do now?” Liv asked, licking the back of her spoon. “Mm, so good.”
Sinead sat down opposite them at the kitchen table. “You know Mum, she’s got such a big heart, she couldn’t bear the thought of him spending Christmas all alone in a hotel so he’s staying with her and Aunt Sadie and I’m staying here, in Remy’s old room since they’re with Vincenzo’s family this year.”
Sinead looked shyly at Cate. “I’m sorry for being such a bitch. I know we can’t be friends again but I was there that night. Alice told me what she was going to do. He’s telling you the truth.”
“Why should I trust you?” Cate asked warily.
“You might not be my friend anymore but you’re married to my brother so that makes you my sister-in-law. That little baby you’re carrying is going to be my niece.”
“Or nephew,” Cate added, putting her hand protectively on her belly.
“My brother is convinced you’re having a girl,” Sinead smiled genuinely. “My point is that since my Dad… well, I’ve only got my Mum and my brother left.”
“Hey,” Liv said softly, putting her arm around Sinead. “We’re your family as well.”
“I’m sorry as well,” Cate said. “I know what I did must have really hurt you.”
“He loves you, you know,” Sinead said. “As much as I hate to admit it. You should have seen him last night when he didn’t know where you were.”
“It’s true,” Liv said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad you two are talking again but I still call dibs on being godmother. I’m not the one who called you a gold-digging whore.”
“Liv,” Sinead and Cate both cried in unison.
“What?” Liv said, holding her hands up. “Too soon?”
Cate went upstairs to find Kian and when she did, he was sat on the mattress on the bedroom floor looking incredibly smug. “What have you done?” Cate groaned.
“I was hanging clothes up in your wardrobe and I found this,” he grinned, holding up a folded pull-out from a magazine.
“No,” Cate yelled when she realised what it was. “Give me that.”
She straddled him and tried to take it back but he held it just out of her reach. “Kian, it’s embarrassing.”
“I like it,” he said, kissing her pouty lips. “I like thinking about you up here all alone with just my Torso of the Week for company.”
“I should have ripped that to shreds,” Cate said, kneeling up to try and reach his hands.
Kian pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. “Thought you might want to see the real thing.” He took the palm of her hand and pressed it over his heart, she could feel the beat pounding against her skin. Her breath caught in her chest.
“You’re a jerk,” Cate panted a little.
Kian tossed the pull-out to one side and wrapped his arms around Cate. “I like knowing you were thinking of me,” he kissed the tender spot behind her ear. “I thought about you all the time.”
“Kian,” Cate closed her eyes as he popped open the top button of her shirt. Her nipples tightened inside her bra. “My family’s just downstairs.”
“Don’t care,” he whispered, popping open another button.
He trailed his lips down her sternum to the lace edging of her bra.
Cate felt him thicken against her stomach. “Mm,” he groaned, pushing her shirt open. He cupped her breast, lifting it up and roughly running the pad of his thumb over her nipple. Cate dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
He traced the lace edging of her bra with his nose and then took her nipple through her bra between his teeth.
She could feel his heat through the thin fabric. He teased her with his tongue and then sucked down hard.
“Mm,” Cate cried, throwing her head back. She bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from being loud.
“In the shower,” Kian said thickly. He tugged her into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. With the shower pounding down hard behind them, the steam filling the small room, Kian stripped Cate down to her underwear.
She thought about all those months ago, when she’d stood right here in her underwear trying to look sexy.
“What are you laughing about?” Kian said, nuzzling her neck.
When Cate told him, Kian’s eyes lit up. “Show me them.”
“No,” Cate said.
“Come on,” Kian nudged her. “I want to see them.”
Eventually, he persuaded Cate to show him some of the poses she’d tried. “I look ridiculous,” Cate said, kneeling on the closed toilet seat. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”
As Kian watched, Cate arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. She mussed up her hair and tried to pout.
Kian couldn’t help it; he bit down on his lip to stop himself from laughing.
“I knew it,” Cate frowned. “I knew you’d start laughing at me.”
She struggled to get down from the toilet seat.
“I wish I had my camera,” Kian smirked.
Cate scowled at him. “Come on angel,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “It was funny. Do I need to put the pasties on again?”
“You brought them with you?” Cate asked.
“Never know when my wife might want a little show?” He joked.
“Yeah,” Cate scowled.
She heard Kian leave the bathroom and when he came back, he was wearing the red glitter pasties on his nipples.
“I can’t believe you brought them?” Cate smiled a little.
“There’s my girl,” Kian smiled, kissing her lips. He reached for her wrists and gently guided her back to the closed toilet seat.
With the shower still pounding down behind them as a soundtrack, Kian did a little sexy dance for her. At the end, he leaned forward and made the tassels spin around.
“That’s brilliant,” Cate said, a full smile on her face now. “Will you teach me how to do that?”
“Course,” Kian smiled. “Angel, I don’t want you posing and trying to pull sexy faces for me. That’s just fake bullshit; I want you just as you are. Although…” he looked down at her bra and pants. “Perhaps in a little less clothing?”
“Where do you want me?” Cate smiled.
“Hold on to the basin,” Kian said. He ripped off the pasties and put them at the side of the sink.
“I love that you put those on for me.”
“I love you,” Kian said softly. He stroked his hands down her back, over her hips, up her ribs to the front fastening of her bra.
As he peeled away the cups of her bra, his eyes were drawn to her breasts, which were still covered with tiny pink marks.
Cate looked at him through the mirror. “You don’t need to mark me. I’m already yours.”
“I got a little carried away,” he replied, tracing each of the little marks. Cate felt her skin pebble under his touch.
“Forgive me?” He asked, rubbing his thumbs over her tight nipples.
“If you keep on doing that…” Her voice trailed off as he pinched one of her nipples. “Yes.”
He dropped to his knees behind her, slowly easing her panties down her legs. She felt him trail kisses up the backs of her calves, behind her knees and the backs of her thighs. When he got to her bottom, he gave it a little bite.
“Hey,” Cate jumped.
“Couldn’t resist,” Kian replied.
He kissed up her spine to her neck. Cate felt his rock-hard erection digging into the small of her back.
“Watch me,” Kian ordered.
She watched transfixed as he bathed his thumb in her wetness. “So beautiful,” he murmured, circling her swollen clit. Her hips moved with his hand. He pressed two fingers deep inside her, enjoying the sounds they made. Her wet heat surrounded him, enticing him deeper. He pressed his thumb down on her clit and she gasped. He could feel her heartbeat thundering through her body.
He felt her legs start shaking and wrapped an arm under her breasts to stop her from falling. He crooked his fingers inside her and whispered softly in her ear, his tongue stroking the metal studs, “come for me, angel.”
Cate fell apart in his arms, against his hand. He stroked her though it, dragging out every second of her climax.
He lifted her in the shower and she pressed herself against the cool tiles, open and waiting for him. His cock was so hard he could cut diamonds with it. He wanted to fuck the shit out of her but she was pregnant. He stroked her round belly; he couldn’t risk hurting the baby so he’d have to restrain himself. He lifted up her thigh and wrapped it around his waist. She watched him, her eyes cloudy with arousal as he slid the tip of his cock inside her. Ugh, she felt so good. He slid inch by inch inside of her. She gripped on to his shoulders.
As if she knew what he was thinking, Cate leaned forward and sucked on his Adam’s apple. She fluttered her hands down his back to his arse and pressed the palms of her hands on his buttocks, pushing against him. “You can go harder.”
Kian shook his head, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He looked down at her pregnant belly. “The baby.”
“She’s protected,” Cate said. “If it hurts at all, I’ll tell you. I promise.”
“I fucking love you,” Kian gasped.
“I love you too,” Cate laughed. “Now do me properly.”
After he came, he buried his face in Cate’s neck. “Fuck, I needed that.”
“Me too,” Cate grinned.
She leaned her head back under the shower and rinsed her hair. “I can do that,” Kian volunteered, when she reached for the shampoo.
“No,” Cate laughed. “If you start running your fingers through my hair, I know what will happen and I’d kind of like to be able to walk normally tonight instead of like John Wayne.”
Kian laughed. “It’s my own fault for picking such a fucking sexy wife.”
“I’ve got an idea,” Cate grinned as they stood in the bathroom, drying off. “Now that we’ve nearly finished the chart at home, we could make a new chart for places outside the home. Like… Mum’s house, tick.”
“Travelodge on the motorway?”
“We haven’t been very adventurous so far,” Cate frowned. “I wonder if I’ll always be like this or if it’s just the pregnancy hormones?”
“I guess we’ll find out in a couple of months,” Kian said, kissing her forehead.
“Will you still want me if I’m not…”
“Completely sex mad? Cate, I don’t just want you for your body, you know. Although it is a very sexy body.”
“What if I become one of those women who always say they’ve got a headache?”
Kian wrapped his arms around her, “then I’ll buy you bucket loads of paracetamol.”
“I’m being serious,” Cate scowled. “What if this is just a phase and after the baby’s born, I stop wanting to have sex or what if… I look so ugly down there that you don’t want to have sex with me.”
“Angel, I love you,” Kian said. “Stop freaking out. As long as my cock fits inside you, I’ll have sex with you.”
“Such a romantic,” Cate pouted.
“Angel,” Kian said, pulling her on to his lap. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. Yeah, there’ll be lots of sleepless nights and dirty nappies but you’re not doing this on your own, we’re a team.”
“Plus, if we want some alone time,” Kian slid a hand under her towel and stroked her nipple. “We’ve got lots of babysitters.”
He rubbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “There are so many things we can try when you’re not pregnant.”
Cate slapped his hand away. “If you don’t stop, we’ll never go downstairs.”
“And that would be bad because…?”
Cate pulled away, “they’d probably send up a search party. You really want to get caught in the act by one of our Mums.”
“Ugh,” Kian shuddered. “Spoilsport.”