31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2)

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Hell no,’ I uttered. ‘It’s going to be years before I can suck your damn nipples again.’

  ‘A small price to pay, considering what I have to go through, in more ways than one,’ she smiled. I laughed and bent my head, kissing and sucking on the flesh of her breast instead, before working my way up to her neck and having her slip her hands under my arms to clutch my shoulder blades, as sighs of pleasure escaped her lips.

  ‘A small price indeed.’

  ‘Oooo,’ she moaned, as I kissed my way around to her inviting mouth and sunk my tongue into her, controlling the speed and intensity of our kiss, making her submit to my pace. Christ I wanted her so badly. I loved the way she just let me take her over, direct her, give her as much pleasure as possible. Nothing turned me on more. I weaved my fingers into her hair as I rested on my forearms, mindful not to put too much pressure on her stomach, her pregnant stomach.

  ‘I love you,’ I sighed into her mouth.

  ‘And I love you, so much,’ she replied, as I came up for air. I could feel my chest working overtime as I tried to control the pace of my breathing and regulate my pulse, but she completely shattered my self-control when she told me she loved me. I slowly made my way down her body, laying gentle kisses as I went and grunted with carnal need as her arousal filled my nostrils again. I smiled as she automatically spread her legs wider, knowing it would be my next command. I settled between her thighs as I ran my index fingers over the lace and down to the beginning of the gap and heard her moan.

  ‘Oliver’s not here tonight, I want to hear you scream properly for me, no holding back.’

  ‘Yes,’ she sighed, as one hand reached up to caress her breast as the other ran through my hair, as she lifted her head to meet my gaze. ‘Lick me, please lick me. I’m aching to feel you.’

  ‘All in good time,’ I winked, as I dipped my finger a little lower and applied some gentle pressure on that sensitive clit of hers. Her mouth dropped as she whined with pleasure, her green eyes sparkling as her chest heaved. I rubbed a little harder, not taking my eyes off hers and a noise escaped her lips as her fingers tightened in my hair and on her breast. I gave her a look as I quickly pinched it hard between my thumb and forefinger, which had her scream and raise up into a seated position as she trembled.

  ‘O shit,’ she groaned.

  ‘I can’t wait to introduce you to a crop and flick your clit over and over until you come, without me even touching you.’

  ‘Buy one, buy one now,’ she sighed and sank back down, as I chuckled then flicked at her with my tongue. I varied the pressure, light teasing sweeps, followed by long slow drags and forceful lashings, lapping up her sweet nectar as her thighs quivered around my ears. Her taste was better than anyone I’d ever had, I was sure if I spent enough time down here I could make myself come, just by eating her out for hours. The thought of it had me wrap my lips around her and suck powerfully, which unleashed a load of sobs from her and had both of her hands pulling at my hair one minute, then forcing me further against her aroused swollen flesh the next. I could sense her impending orgasm from the way she flexed against my face with more urgency, her heated moans and lustful screams that told me how much she loved me. I brought her to a noisy climax, evidence of it all over my lips as I crawled up her body to kiss her again. I had to force myself to do it calmly, to give her a chance to calm down before I sank a couple of fingers into her easily. She was so wet and the sounds of my fingers moving through her and her groans of pleasure had my cock stiffen painfully.

  ‘Come for me, baby. Keeping coming, you know how it gets me off.’

  ‘Me … too,’ she whimpered making me laugh. ‘You’re amazing.’

  ‘Am I your best?’ I asked. I didn’t need the vocal affirmation, I already knew I was, but I never tired of hearing it.

  ‘By miles, by galaxies even.’

  ‘Who do you belong to, Ellie?’ I demanded, as my chest puffed with pride.

  ‘You, only … you. Always you. I’m yours … Oliver Daniel Davenport.’

  ‘Excellent,’ I sighed as I thrust my fingers faster and licked her to another juddering climax. Damn it, I needed to fuck her so badly, my balls were turning blue.

  ‘Fuck me, please fuck me, I need to feel you filling me,’ she pleaded as our eyes met, the need in hers reflecting my own.

  ‘Thank God,’ I uttered, as I quickly moved into position and gently entered her.

  ‘Fuck me, don’t make love,’ she ordered, looking at me surprised.

  ‘But the baby?’

  ‘He or she will be fine, you can’t hurt it with vigorous sex. Please Dan, I need you, we can do gentle in the morning, I need hard now, I need you.’

  ‘Ellie,’ I sighed as I reared back and thrust into her with such power I shunted her up the bed. She gasped and clawed at the duvet below her as I grunted. I did it again and again, until she reached up to press her palms against the headboard to stop her moving any further.

  ‘Yes, yes,’ she cried, as her legs wrapped around my waist and she bucked against me. I picked up speed, my skin becoming damp from my exertions as she screamed and moaned below me. Feeling her tight tunnel rubbing against my shaft, my sensitive head, was incredible, but when she squeezed those muscles it was bliss on a scale I’d never felt before. We were born to be paired, to procreate. Christ I got her pregnant twice without even trying. If that wasn’t a sign that she was my perfect mate I didn’t know what was.

  ‘Fuck,’ I groaned as I powered into her, she spasmed below me as she came with such force I felt her coat my cock with her juices before she forced me out of her. I quickly flipped her over and hauled her up onto her knees, supporting her with one arm tightly banded across her chest as she continued to tremble.

  ‘Dan,’ she moaned, as she tilted her head to lay her cheek on my shoulder and kiss my neck.

  ‘Part your legs,’ I ordered. She obeyed instantly and I thrust up into her as my free hand reached down to scissor her clit. Her legs began shaking at once, as she panted against my neck. ‘I’ll never get enough of you, Miss Baxter,’ I uttered sincerely, as I found her mouth and forced her lips apart with my eager tongue. With one hand gripping her shoulder and the other pinching and squeezing her clit it wasn’t long before she came again and I howled at my release like a rabid wolf on a full moon. Nothing compared to the sexual pleasure of feeling my come shooting up my shaft and coating us both in its heat, as it seeped through what little space she had remaining inside of her. She was sobbing against my neck, completely done in. Much as I wanted to lick her out again, to taste the physical evidence of our passion for each other, I was concerned not to overdo it. She was carrying my child now and she needed to rest. ‘Come on, baby, you can sleep now,’ I whispered and she nodded, as tears of happiness and exhaustion seeped down her cheeks.

  ‘Wow,’ she whispered.

  ‘Wow indeed,’ I concurred. ‘Every time with you is wow.’ I gently pulled out, hating the loss of contact with her. She gently collapsed face first onto the bed with a groan, which made me chuckle. I pulled back the duvet on my side of the bed, lay down on my back and lifted her up, draping her over my body before flipping the duvet back over us and snaking my arms underneath it to wrap around her. ‘Sleep now, I’ve got you for the night, you don’t have to worry about Oliver, just sleep all night.’

  ‘I hope you’ve got me for life,’ she murmured as her lips gently touched my neck.

  ‘I have, all three of you,’ I whispered as I kissed her hair.

  Day Twenty Seven

  Tuesday 5th July ~ Year Three

  Ellie

  ‘Dan,’ I laughed as he lost his cool over me wanting to get up to see to Oliver, who’d just woken up. ‘I’m pregnant, not sick. You heard the doctor yesterday, I’m in perfect physical shape, my blood pressure is excellent and we have nothing to worry about.’

  ‘Nothing will stop me worrying, Ellie,’ he scowled as I threw the covers back. I rolled my eyes. How the hell he’d got us an appointmen
t in London yesterday, the first working day after I told him I was pregnant, was unbelievable. He assured me that Stuart, his PA, was very organised, effective and good at his job, plus dropping in the name Oliver Daniel Davenport opened doors that just “Dan Davenport” didn’t. We’d flown home last night and Dan had sat up late making a ‘to do’ list of all the things he wanted organised for my pregnancy. There was asking Mrs. McAdams to help daily, getting a cleaner, having the rocky path from the house to the boathouse and up to the McAdams cabin dug out and replaced with bonded gravel, to make it smooth so I wouldn’t fall over. Then there was his suggestion of a nanny, which really irritated me.

  ‘I don’t mind Mrs. McAdams helping, or the cleaner, but I’m not having a nanny. I want to look after my own children thank you,’ I muttered stubbornly as I went to get up, but he pulled me back down into the bed again, wrapping his arms tightly around me, one hand placed gently over my stomach.

  ‘I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you,’ he said seriously. I twisted my head to look at him.

  ‘I know that, but you need to try and keep calm. I know you didn’t experience this with me last time, but I’m in better shape and feel great. I’m more worried about you having a heart attack with all the extra stress you’re putting on yourself.’

  ‘Don’t worry about me, you’re the priority, you and baby Davenport.’

  ‘Baby Baxter,’ I reminded him and he frowned.

  ‘One day all of you will be Davenports.’

  ‘We will?’ I whispered, hardly able to believe what I’d just heard. Was he saying he was ready to make that decision?

  ‘One day, I hope.’

  ‘I hope too,’ I nodded as I kissed him. ‘I worry that you’re living with one foot in the past instead of being here, with your future.’ I pressed his palm harder against my stomach.

  ‘I can’t make a promise, Ellie,’ he sighed. ‘But I want to get there.’

  ‘I know that, it’s hard for me to see you give up part of your life on someone you can’t help anymore, when you have a new one growing inside me that’s going to need a lot of your love and attention, as well as a very demanding one downstairs,’ I laughed as Oliver started chanting “Mama, Dada” over and over. Dan still didn’t release me as he lay his lips on my shoulder and brushed them back and forth. He only let go when Oliver started crying.

  ‘Fine,’ he relented and released me.

  ‘Are you coming?’ I asked, as I grabbed his discarded shirt and pulled it on.

  ‘I just need a minute to calm down,’ he advised, as he covered his face in his hands and let out a deep sigh. I bent over and kissed his forehead.

  ‘I love you, even when you’re getting worked up when you shouldn’t be,’ I advised, before skipping down the stairs and opening Oliver’s bedroom door. ‘Good morning gorgeous, how are you?’

  ‘Mama,’ he moaned and held his little arms in the air for me. I frowned, he looked really red and hot. I touched his forehead and felt my stomach twist, he was hot. Too hot. I picked him up and kissed him as he lay his head on my shoulder.

  ‘O baby, what’s wrong? You feel like you have a temperature,’ I sighed as I looked for the thermometer. ‘I hope you haven’t got this awful bug that daddy had.’ I heard a thud and looked up at the ceiling, seconds later Dan pounded down the stairs and appeared in the doorway.

  ‘I heard you on the monitor, is he sick?’

  ‘I think he has a temperature, but I can’t find the thermometer, here you feel his forehead,’ I suggested as I looked up at him, trying to conceal the worry I felt. Dan had been so ill with this, poor little Oliver would be so much worse.

  ‘He does feel hot. Has he been sick or had diarrhoea?’

  ‘No sick, I’d better check his nappy,’ I nodded. While he used his potty in the day, he still slept in them at night, just in case. My heart sank as I changed him and threw the soiled one away.

  ‘It may be a different bug to the one I had, I’m sure he’ll be fine. Just keep a close eye on him today. We’ll see the doctor tomorrow if he gets worse overnight, ok?’ Dan reassured, as he kissed my cheek. ‘Do you want me to pick up something from the chemist, like the sachets I had but for children?’

  ‘You’re going out?’ I uttered.

  ‘You know I am, it’s Tuesday.’

  ‘But he’s not well,’ I protested.

  ‘Now who’s getting worked up for no reason? Babies get sick now and again, he doesn’t need both of us to watch him, you’ll be fine. Look how good you were with me. Cool him down with lots of cold face cloths on his forehead, make him drink lots of water and get plenty of sleep. I’ll help until it’s time to go. There’s no need to panic and call the doctor the second he’s off colour.’

  ‘I guess,’ I sighed as I kissed Oliver again. I suppose I was just having a normal reaction to my baby being poorly, making it into something it wasn’t. I’d been so lucky, he’d never been ill before. I sat in the nursery chair to feed him, but he didn’t want to know, so I took him to the kitchen as Dan filled his beaker with water for me.

  ‘Here Oliver, drink this for me,’ he coaxed, as he held it out to him.

  ‘No,’ Oliver pouted as he batted it away with his hand.

  ‘I’m beginning to wish he hadn’t learned that word,’ Dan laughed as he ruffled Oliver’s hair.

  ‘I wonder who he gets his stubborn streak from?’ I looked at Dan with raised eyebrows, as he opened the cupboards to get out some plates to make us breakfast.

  ‘You’re looking at me? Wow, try looking in a mirror. He gets his good looks, height and humongous penis from me, everything else is you.’

  ‘His penis isn’t humongous,’ I whispered. ‘You and Brooke are as bad as each other.’

  ‘He’s going to be a big lad, take my word for it, daddy knows best,’ Dan nodded as he smiled at him.

  ‘Dada,’ Oliver moaned.

  ‘See even he agrees.’

  ‘He has no idea what he’s agreeing to. If he’s not going to eat or drink I’ll put him back in his bed and see if he’ll go back to sleep,’ I sighed.

  I waved Dan off as he headed out, with strict instructions to find baby rehydrating drinks, as Oliver was definitely off colour and fussy. He wasn’t happy drinking, eating, sleeping, playing or being cuddled and I was beginning to tear my hair out. Work pressures I could handle, my baby being upset I couldn’t. I tried to work in my office with him in his playpen with his favourite toys, which seemed to soothe him a little, but by the time I’d changed his nappy with the fourth set of diarrhoea, I was getting worried. He’d hardly had anything to drink and losing fluid like this was going to dehydrate him, fast. I’d been giving him regular doses of liquid Nurofen with a syringe, but he started crying again and when I touched his forehead I had to hold in a sob, he was burning up.

  ‘It’s ok baby, it’s ok,’ I tried to reassure him. ‘I’m going to go and wet your face cloth again and find that thermometer and if your temperature’s gone up, I don’t care what daddy says, I’m calling the doctor, ok? I’ll be back in a minute.’ I whizzed down the fireman’s pole, figuring it would be faster and ran through to his bedroom, pulling it apart trying to find the damn thermometer. I slapped my forehead as I realised the last time I’d used it was on Dan, when he was sick and confined to our bedroom. I wrung out Oliver’s face cloth in his en-suite and soaked it in cold water, before loosely wringing it again and headed for the stairs to my bedroom. It felt like my chest was about to explode as I heard him sobbing for me next door. I ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, ignoring the damp patch on my jeans from the sodden face cloth in my hands as I triumphantly waved the thermometer in the air. I changed the filter cap on the end and rushed back to our oak staircase, charging down as fast as I could.

  I was halfway down when my foot flew out from underneath me on a patch of water, I wobbled and tried to right myself but it was too late, I was falling backwards. I felt a wave of sickness and terror roar through me as eve
rything went in slow motion. My fingers released the thermometer and face cloth as I tried to put my hands behind me to cushion the fall, I could hear Oliver’s screams ringing in my ears along with the blood pounding through my veins. I screamed myself as the edges of each step impacted on my body in multiple places as I crashed down, then I was jerked forwards and began to fall again, like a ball of tumbleweed bouncing off each hard surface as the ground rushed up to meet me and I tried to protect my stomach. I heard the crack of one of my bones, as a searing pain tore through my right wrist, just before a sickening thud, as my head hit the polished oak floor and I went all light headed, dizzy and nauseous. The fate of my two babies was the last thing going through my terrified mind, as my vision blurred and I blacked out.

  Dan

  I made my way back across to the island earlier than normal, laden down with Raspberry flavoured Dioralyte sachets. I’d tried to be all calm this morning when Ellie had started panicking, as I didn’t want her in a state while I was out, babies were like animals, they sensed fear and it would only put him more on edge. I was worried though and had decided to cut my visit to Moira short. If his temperature was still up when I got in, I’d call Dean and get him to bring the helicopter and take them to the nearest hospital. Anything to put a smile back on her face and to know our son was going to be ok. I moored up and ran back up to the house, deciding on the way up that having this new bonded gravel path was an excellent idea. The thought of her falling and hurting herself was bad enough, but while she was carrying my child as well?