Paradise Syndrome

by Louise Hall

  She rubbed her thumb over the leaking tip of his cock. “Temptress,” he groaned, fighting to keep his composure. “I’m not going to make love to you without protection.”

  Cate brushed her lips over his, sliding her hand seductively down his shaft, “not even if I beg?”

  Kian pulled back, removing her delicate hand from around his cock. “I need a minute,” he stared at the bathroom tiles, breathing heavily.

  When he turned back to face Cate, he had a glint in his eye. “We’re doing this my way, angel.” He reached for her wrists and with one hand, restrained them behind her back. She could feel his heavy cock pressing against her stomach but with her hands behind her back there was nothing she could do about it. Kian slid his fingers back between her legs.

  With his intimate knowledge of her body, Kian tortured his wife, using his skilful fingers to bring her almost to the brink of climax before pulling back. “You mentioned earlier about begging,” Kian teased, nipping her earlobe as his fingers stilled yet again between her legs. “I think I’d like to hear that.”

  His thumb ghosted over her swollen, throbbing clit. “Please,” Cate cried shamelessly, “oh, please.”

  Kian laid her down on the bottom of the bath. Cate parted her thighs wide, she was so eager for him. He kissed just underneath her belly button and slid his hands underneath her bottom. “Oh,” Cate yelped as he lifted her up, drinking from her like a goblet. His tongue thrust inside her velvet warmth and then hungrily licked up to her clit. As much as she wanted to watch him feast between her legs… “Please,” Cate cried again as he sucked her tender tissues inside his mouth. “Don’t stop, please don’t…” Cate jerked, coming hard against his fingers and tongue.

  Afterwards, as he carried her down the hallway to their bedroom, Cate wriggled, “wait! I need to…” She could still feel the heat of his shaft searing her palm.

  “Tomorrow,” Kian kissed her forehead. “You need to get some sleep.”

  Kian had just put Cate down on the bed when they heard Sierra fussing on the baby monitor; it was almost time for her late-night feed.

  Cate forced herself to sit up. “No rest for the wicked, huh?” She pulled on the pair of pyjama bottoms Kian had given her.

  “Did you express today?” Kian asked as he handed Cate a t-shirt.

  “Mm,” Cate nodded. Wow, she was tired. She hoped her baby was in the mood for fast-food.

  Kian put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back on the mattress. “Kian,” Cate protested, “she’s going to start crying in a minute. I don’t want to wake up Lola, Mats and Oliver.”

  “I might not be able to fix everything,” Kian thought about his wife’s depression, “but I can give my sexy-ass wife her orgasms.” He smiled watching Cate blush, “and I can feed my daughter her bottle. Go to sleep.”

  “So bossy,” Cate murmured, already closing her eyes. “I love you, Kian.”

  CHAPTER 30

  “Mm, Jake Moloney,” Cate snuggled even deeper under the thick duvet, wanting to hold onto the last remnants of her lovely dream for as long as possible.

  She heard a low growl and when she looked across at Kian, he was frowning. “Please tell me you didn’t just wake up thinking about another man?”

  Cate giggled, wrapping her calf over his muscular thigh so she could pull him closer. The rough hair on his leg scratched deliciously against her soft skin. “Happy anniversary.”

  Kian slid Cate underneath him and pinned her wrists to the mattress above her head. “You haven’t answered my question,” he grunted.

  Cate shifted her hips restlessly; she could feel the urgent thrust of his manhood against her hip. “What question was that?”

  Kian pushed up her t-shirt, exposing her breasts. They were swollen with milk. “I need to pump again,” Cate blushed.

  “Are you sure you want to tease me, angel?” Kian’s breath fanned out across her tender nipple.

  “Ah,” her back arched up off the mattress as she felt the velvet warmth of Kian’s tongue against her skin.

  “I wasn’t…” Cate could hardly breathe. “I wasn’t thinking about Jake.”

  “You said his name.”

  Kian scratched his nails lightly down her belly to the waistband of her panties.

  “I know but…” his fingers dipped lower, tantalisingly close to the top of her cleft. “I was thinking about our first kiss.”

  Kian cupped her mound, brushing his thumb through the whorls of black hair. “I want you,” Cate wriggled, trying to get the friction she so desperately needed.

  Kian teased her some more. “Where do you want me, angel?”

  He parted her slick folds; she was dripping wet. As the tip of his finger rimmed her tight entrance, Cate cried out, “inside me.”

  “What do you want?” Kian teased. “My finger?” He pushed his finger a little deeper. Cate shook her head. “You’re going to have to tell me what you want.”

  “I want…”

  Kian dragged his tongue over her nipple again. “Do you want my tongue, sweetheart?”

  Cate shook her head; she could feel him hard and heavy against her hip. “Cock.”

  Kian knelt back on his heels. It was the sexiest, fucking thing making his sweet, innocent wife talk dirty. He wrapped a hand around his thick shaft. “You want this?”

  “Yes.” In front of him, Cate parted her legs wide, giving him a perfect view of her soaked pussy. “Now.”

  Kian grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it down his shaft. He settled between his wife’s slender legs and pushed his fingers through her inky-black hair; his nails scraping deliciously against her scalp. As his lips brushed against hers, he slid a hand underneath her bottom and thrust inside her silken warmth. “Mm,” Kian swallowed her cries as they moved effortlessly together. Cate brought her trembling thighs up around his waist; he could feel her clenching so tightly around his cock.

  She slid a hand down the rippling muscles of his back until she was pushing against his clenched buttocks, trying to take him as deep inside her as possible. Kian tilted her hips and “oh!” She felt that delicious twinge of pain as the blunt head of his cock pushed up against her cervix. She was so close; she reached up and gripped the headboard with both hands. As she arched her back, rubbing her swollen breasts against his muscular chest, she felt the orgasm swell and throb in the pit of her belly. “I’m going to…”

  Kian trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. “Kian,” Cate cried hoarsely; her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her mouth in a perfect o-shape. He felt her pussy spasm violently around his jutting cock. He grabbed her hips and pinned them to the mattress, his fingers digging so deeply into her tender flesh he was sure that she’d have bruises afterwards.

  Afterwards, he reluctantly dragged himself out of bed to get rid of the condom – he couldn’t wait until he’d had the vasectomy and they could stop using these fucking things.

  When he came back to the bedroom, Cate was stood by the dresser, pulling her panties up her legs.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “I need to go for a run,” Cate giggled, seeing his horrified expression.

  “If you think you can still go for a run after what we just did,” Kian raised an eyebrow, “then we obviously haven’t finished yet.”

  Cate rolled her eyes, “I won’t be too long.” She fastened her bra across her swollen breasts. “I’ll pump again when I get back but there are still a couple of bottles of milk in the fridge.”

  As she ran up Cooper Lane, Cate brought her thick woollen scarf up over her nose and mouth. The bitterly cold air was stinging her lungs with each punishing breath. When she got to the top, she saw the Black Horse pub shrouded in darkness. She couldn’t pass the benches at the front of the pub without thinking about the day she’d given birth to Lola. It was a reminder that she needed to drop off Wilf and Thelma’s Christmas presents this afternoon.

  An hour later, as she ran across the snowy fields towards the house, she co
uld hear laughter coming from the back garden.

  “What’s going on?” Cate asked, sweaty and out of breath.

  “We’re making a snowman,” Lola giggled. She was helping Mateo and Oliver roll up a big, ball of snow to make the snowman’s head.

  “Hey angel,” Kian was smoothing out the body. “Did you have a good run?”

  “Mm,” Cate nodded, she brushed her lips across the day-old stubble on his jawline.

  Sierra in her padded snowsuit was cradled in the sling across his body. “Are you enjoying the snow, baby girl?” Cate grinned, stroking her daughter’s soft cheek.

  Sierra responded by blowing raspberries at her mum.

  “Daddy, we’re making a snowman,” Oliver ran to Ben.

  Ben scooped him up. “I thought you could use this for his nose, buddy,” he reached into the pocket of his thick coat and pulled out a carrot. “What do you think?”

  “Have you ever made snow angels?” Cate asked after they’d finished making the snowman and taken lots of photos.

  “You need to lie down,” Cate said when they found some undisturbed snow. “Then you wave your arms and kick your legs like this.” Lola, Mateo and Oliver copied her.

  “I want to make snow angels,” Liv yelped, when she found them at the far side of the garden. “By the way that snowman looks amazing, you guys.” She turned to Jax, “baby, can you hold my handbag?”

  Jax knelt down next to Mateo, “I think this belongs to you, little man.” He handed Mateo the toy ferry boat and the little boy’s face lit up. “Boat!” he cried, waving it in the air.

  Liv flung herself backwards into the fresh snow and waved her arms and legs. “I love this.”

  “Auntie Liv,” Lola giggled. “Aren’t you a bit old to be making snow angels?”

  “The cheek,” Liv pushed herself up on her elbows, pretending to be offended. “You are never too old to make snow angels, Lotus Flower.”

  As they all trudged back towards the house, ravenously hungry and covered in snow, Cate lagged behind so she could talk to Ben privately. “How’s Erin today?”

  Ben shrugged, “she’s asleep.” He rubbed his hand over his face, “last night was rough.”

  After bacon sandwiches (Cate’s was soya) and huge, steaming mugs of hot chocolate, Liv and Jax went upstairs for a nap – they were staying with Cate and Kian over the holidays. Ben took Oliver home to be with Erin.

  Cate had a hot shower and while she was there, she had a very naughty idea. Although it was their anniversary, it was also Christmas Eve and they usually spent the evening at her mum’s house. Using the excuse that Sierra was too little to be out so late, Cate decided that tonight they were going to stay home. She didn’t feel too guilty about missing the festivities; they were having Christmas dinner at her mum’s house tomorrow anyway.

  “Does it feel weird?” Cate asked Kian a little while later as they walked up Cooper Lane to the Black Horse pub. “You know, not playing matches over Christmas?”

  “Maybe a little,” Kian admitted.

  When they got to the pub, Thelma fussed over Sierra. “She’s beautiful, Cate,” Thelma cooed, “just like her mum.”

  “Hey,” Kian protested, “what about her dad?”

  Thelma winked at him, “you’ll do.”

  “I’ve been thinking…” Cate said to Kian as they walked back from the pub. “I don’t think we should go to Mum’s party tonight. I don’t want Sierra being out that late.”

  Kian shrugged, “it makes sense, I guess.” He wrapped an arm around Cate’s waist, “although I was quite looking forward to getting you under that mistletoe again.”

  “Ew,” Lola frowned, “stop making kissy faces. We’re in public.”

  CHAPTER 31

  “Mum?” Lola asked later that afternoon as she and Cate trudged through the thick snow in the fields at the back of their house. They were going to the carol service at St. Hilda’s Chapel; the sister church to St. Ignatius. Kian wasn’t religious so he’d stayed at home with Mateo and Sierra, who were both too young to attend the service.

  Cate wrinkled her nose; she got the feeling that it was going to snow again tonight. She was so relieved that they didn’t have to make the trek to her mum’s house. It was only a few miles away but the roads would be treacherous; they rarely got snowploughs this far into the Cheshire countryside.

  “Would you mind if…” Lola kicked at the snow with her fleece-lined boot. “I know you and Dad gave me Jimmy for my birthday. It’s just…I don’t know. It’s probably a really dumb idea.”

  Cate gave her daughter a hug, “I’m sure it’s not, really.”

  “It feels like we’re on holiday.”

  Cate stopped, “I thought you said that you were glad to be home?”

  “I was. I thought when we got here that it would feel like home again but it doesn’t.” Lola looked so forlorn, “I miss Seattle, Mum.”

  “Oh, sweetheart,” even though it felt like a betrayal to her hometown, Cate knew just how her daughter felt.

  “I even miss Mats getting so excited about the dumb ferry boats.”

  When she spoke again, Lola’s words tumbled out in a rush. “I want, I mean if it’s OK with you and Dad, to give Jimmy to Auntie Erin. I know he’s not the same as Monty… But they’ve been looking after him for the last few months and I think they really like him. I know Auntie Erin was really upset when he got hit by the car and hurt his leg.”

  Cate wanted to see if her daughter was serious about this, “won’t you miss him, sweetie?”

  “I will,” Lola hiccupped, “but I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I think it’s the right thing to do. I love Jimmy but he can’t come with us to Seattle. At least this way, I can still Skype with him.”

  Cate swallowed the huge lump in the back of her throat, “you make me so proud to be your mum, Lola.”

  When they got to St Hilda’s, they both stamped their sturdy boots on the ground to get rid of the snow. The vicar was stood by the front door, welcoming the congregation. She handed them both a programme and they took their seats about halfway back in one of the side pews.

  “I tell you what,” Cate whispered, unfurling her thick, woollen scarf. “How about I mention it to Uncle Ben first and see what he thinks?”

  “That would be good,” Lola nodded, “I don’t want to make Auntie Erin cry again.”

  Cate placed the programme in front of the red, leather-bound bible on the shelf in front of the pew and ran her fingers over the smooth wood, worn down by years of use. It was lovely and warm inside the chapel with all of the flickering candles. She closed her eyes and bent her head, giving thanks for her blessings.

  After the service, they stayed behind for tea, juice and biscuits and bumped into Thelma. “Twice in one day,” Thelma laughed, giving them both a hug. “I am blessed.”

  It was already dark so Thelma insisted on giving them a lift home. “Nonsense,” Thelma waved away Cate’s protests. “It’s only a little snow. I’ve been driving these roads for forty years.”

  When they got home, Liv and Jax were just leaving for Irene’s party. “It looks like it might snow again. I think we’re going to stay at Mum’s tonight.”

  “OK,” Cate hugged them both. “Be safe. We’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

  Later that night, after all of the children had fallen asleep, Cate and Kian snuck downstairs giggling. “Have you got everything?” she asked, nearly tripping over Mateo’s ferry boat.

  It was so strange to think that their story together had started all those years ago on this very day, Christmas Eve.

  Kian looked dubiously at the carrot in his hand, “what do reindeer’s teeth look like?”

  Even though Lola didn’t believe in Father Christmas anymore, they’d asked her not to spoil it for Mateo and Sierra. Last Christmas, Lola had confided in Cate that she knew that Father Christmas didn’t really exist. “Before Christmas, the shops are full of toys and then afterwards, they are empty. It’s because the mums and dads b
uy them all and pretend that they’re from Father Christmas, isn’t it?”

  Kian had stomped big, icing-sugar footprints across the carpet from the chimney to the Christmas tree, underneath which sat three bulging stockings embroidered with each of their children’s names.

  Cate stretched out on the rug in front of the crackling log fire and beckoned for Kian to join her. Their first Christmas together, when Cate was pregnant with Lola, they’d made love right there in front of the Christmas tree.

  Cate speared her fingers through his long, black hair, which he hadn’t tied back. She claimed his mouth with hers; their lips and tongues tasted of sherry and mince pies. She thought about how she wanted to celebrate their anniversary and slid her hand up the front of his t-shirt. His skin was toasty-warm. As she scratched her nails just underneath his belly button, his stomach muscles tightened.

  “What are you doing?” Kian asked hoarsely.

  Cate dipped her fingers inside the waistband of his jeans; she could feel the blunt head of his cock. “What do you think I’m doing?” she gave him a womanly smile.

  “The condoms… fuck!” Cate unbuttoned his fly, freeing his jutting cock. “Upstairs.”

  Cate pushed his jeans down to mid-thigh. “We don’t need them,” she teased.

  “Happy anniversary,” Cate licked at the salty pre-come leaking from the tip of his cock.

  “Is this my present?” Kian folded his arms above his head, “not that I’m complaining at all.”

  “Nope,” Cate shook her head, her glossy black hair trailing over his bare thigh. “It’s mine.”

  Kian couldn’t take his eyes off his wife as she feasted hungrily on his manhood. “Fuck!” he felt her delicate fingers stroke the patch of nerves under his balls.

  “You need to be quiet,” Cate teased, her eyes smoky with desire. “The children are asleep upstairs.”

  Kian bit down on his fist, his hips thrusting urgently as Cate sucked him to the back of her throat. He reached down and brushed her inky-black hair away from her face. There was something about seeing her soft lips wrapped around the base of his engorged cock… Her eyes sparkled with delight as she felt him begin to lose control.