by Alice Raine
Well, that was a little different. I had no problem with how that session had ended, at all, but I was curious as to why he hadn’t let me finish him off. ‘Why didn’t you come in my mouth?’
Leaning up again so that he was directly above me, Nathan blinked several times as if considering his answer, his eyes drifting to my coated breasts. ‘I wanted to mark my territory again,’ he replied with a dark, satisfied smile, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the need to slightly compete with William over access to my body. Which was ridiculous, of course, but this was Nathan we were talking about, so I wouldn’t necessarily rule it out. That thought was pushed aside as he manoeuvred himself lower so he could wipe the moist head of his shaft teasingly between my legs in a brief swipe that had me arching my back at the delicious contact on my over-sensitive clit. Unfortunately, he was soon pulling back and gathering me up into his arms.
‘Consider me well and truly marked,’ I murmured in amusement, looking down at my sticky body. I had been thoroughly Nathan-ised.
Chuckling softly, Nathan carried me to our bedroom and straight to the en-suite where he placed me on my feet in the shower before dropping a soft kiss on the top of my head. ‘You sort out the water temperature, I’ll go check on Will.’
Smiling to myself contentedly, I turned the shower on and stepped under the warming spray with a happy sigh. I couldn’t believe how much less troubled I felt now Nathan and I had cleared the air about the sex stuff. Not to mention blissed out, because that session had been really intense, intimate, and supremely satisfying.
The sound of Nathan softly humming to Will washed in from the other room and I smiled happily. He really was turning out to be the sweetest dad. Initially he’d had his concerns, but I’d been fully confident that he would love William once he was born, and I’d been right. The amazing thing was that Nathan had gone way beyond that, adapting to fatherhood with so much enthusiasm that it was heart-warming to watch. Even at this early stage, the bond between father and son was incredibly strong.
‘He’s good. Fast asleep,’ Nathan said with a smile as he joined me in the shower and pulled my soapy body against his. ‘Are you feeling better now, babe? We’re OK?’ he enquired, leaning down to take my face in his hands and turn it tenderly up to meet his concerned gaze.
Leaning forwards, I pecked a kiss onto the tip of his nose and nodded. ‘We are. Sorry I freaked out.’
Pulling me against him for a second, he hugged me tight and then took a step away where he began washing himself. ‘It’s completely fine. I’ll just keep in mind how snappy my girl gets when she’s denied sex for too long.’ He teased, flashing me a wink that made me blush at just how true his words were.
Once we had showered and dried ourselves off, we made our way back into the bedroom, both instinctively diverting via Will’s crib to check on him before heading towards our own bed. Will still slept in our room at the moment, but we were lucky – he was a good sleeper, had been from two months old. We were starting to consider moving him to the adjoining room which Nathan had lovingly decorated as a nursery, but seeing how overprotective Nathan was about both William and I, it was no surprise that he had so far been against the move and vetoed it when I had brought it up.
‘I’ll be back in a second,’ Nathan said cryptically, before disappearing out of the room as I climbed below the duvet. Where on earth had he gone? Confused, I settled under the sheets and waited patiently before watching curiously as he returned carrying something large and long under his arm. As he began unfolding the package it became obvious that it was a room dividing screen, made up of three panels, each covered in a light material with cartoon animals printed on it.
After faffing with it for a few minutes, Nathan set the screen up around the crib so it stood between Will and the bed. Looking at the screen in confusion I transferred my gaze to Nathan to find him watching me with a small embarrassed smile on his face. Rather distractingly, he was still starkers.
‘I still want him in our room, but I don’t want him to see some of the things we get up to in bed,’ he explained sheepishly. ‘I bought that a while back.’ I had to bite on the inside of my lower lip to stop myself laughing at his concerns. William was way too young to be aware of what Nathan and I were up to in bed, but if this screen made my man happy and meant that we would finally be getting some more skin on skin time then I wouldn’t complain.
Seeing that I was obviously trying not to laugh, Nathan shrugged self-consciously before crawling up the bed towards me, his expression changing from embarrassed to purposeful with every movement.
‘Besides, I don’t want him learning any of my moves. They’re my best-kept secrets,’ he murmured as he reached my side and then promptly pounced on me, causing me to stifle my giggle on his shoulder so I wouldn’t wake Will.
‘Now then, woman. I think it’s time for a quick round two before we sleep …’
TWO
NATHAN
Later that night, as I lay cradling Stella, I couldn’t help but gently roll her sleeping form off from my chest so I could gaze down at her. Smoothing her long, blonde hair back from her face so it fell across the pillow I saw her eyelids briefly flutter from my contact and settle again as slumber once again pulled her under.
My eyes roved across her features and I felt my chest puff proudly as I noted the small smile on her lips and the flush in her cheeks from the last orgasm I had given her. I’d done well tonight. Stella had definitely enjoyed herself, as had I, I thought with a satisfied grin.
God, she was beautiful. I still couldn’t quite believe she was mine. As my ever-optimistic cock began to harden again, I rolled my eyes and slid from the bed, going into the en-suite to splash some cold water on my face to cool my lust.
Leaning on the bathroom counter, I looked into the mirror and took in my reflection? – ruffled hair that looked like I’d been swung around the room by it, flushed cheeks, muscles taut from exertion, and a light sheen of sweat still on my brow – yep, I definitely had the look of a thoroughly satisfied man.
The bobbing of my erection caught my eye and I looked down at it before shaking my head and stepping into the shower to spray myself with ice cold water until it began to settle. Now I knew Stella was up for sex again I suspected that I’d be sporting a hard-on pretty much constantly for a fair while. It was like my body had woken up from three months of sexual hibernation and was now raring to go, 24/7. I’d have to try and pace myself; it wouldn’t be fair on Stella to leap on her as much as I wanted to. She would need time to adjust to us being intimate again otherwise I’d make her sore.
Turning off the water, I dried myself and laughed. I might well be having several cold showers a day for a while.
Returning to the bedroom feeling far more relaxed, I walked over to William’s crib. There he was. My little man. My chest swelled again, this time with so much love that it felt like my heart might explode. Leaning down, I used my little finger to gently trace the tips of his tiny fingers before pulling my hand away so I didn’t wake him.
Before his birth, I’d been terrified that I wouldn’t feel anything for William. I’d thought perhaps I’d be incapable of loving my child, soulless, just like my father. I grimaced as I thought of him. From the brutal way he treated Nicholas and me, he had never loved either of us, even if for a while I had convinced myself that his abusive actions were for my benefit.
Thankfully, with Stella by my side, none of my concerns had been realised, and from the very first second that I’d laid eyes on Will, I’d loved him so utterly and completely that it was almost incomprehensible to me.
Watching as his little legs briefly kicked out, I smiled. I still couldn’t get over how small he was. Small but perfectly formed, I corrected myself, as I looked at his ten tiny toes and little chubby cheeks. It seemed so incredible that Stella and I had made something so bloody amazing, but here he was, living and breathing proof.
How the hell I’d ever gotten this lucky I had no idea, but I was
going to grab it with both hands and cling onto both Will and Stella for dear life.
An ironic grunt left my lips as I thought back to my life before Stella when I’d lived an insular existence as a hard-nosed businessman during the day and focused Dominant by night. The Nathan of then would have sneered at how pussy-whipped I was now, and some days I still wondered how the hell I’d gone through the transformation that I had, but I really wouldn’t have it any other way.
Making my way to the kitchen to get a drink of water I stopped in the lounge and picked up the discarded clothes from earlier. Folding and piling them neatly on a chair, my eyes lingered on the sofa where we’d made love. Well, not complete love making. Once Stella had convinced me she was ready for us to be intimate again I had made an on-the-spot decision to save that for tomorrow – Christmas Day – but what we had done together tonight had been fantastic.
God, the last three months of self-enforced celibacy had been fucking torture. It had felt like I’d had a stiffy for ninety per cent of the time, and I bloody hated having to resort to my own hand for pleasure. Obviously having Will in our lives was incredible, but there had been no denying the fact that I am, and probably always will be, very sexual. I love sex, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’d loved the way Stella had looked during her pregnancy too. People always go on about a ‘radiant glow’ and I’d always scoffed at such an idea, but it had turned out to be true. She’d looked glowingly healthy and very fuckable. The idea that my baby was growing in her belly had only heightened my lust and almost constant need to be inside her. Luckily, her pregnancy hormones had worked in my favour, and my little temptress had been horny as hell throughout most of the pregnancy.
Turning from the sofa, I wandered to the kitchen. I was still slightly in shock about Stella’s little outburst earlier too. I’d had no idea that she had taken my avoidance of sex so to heart and actually thought I might have been cheating on her. Shaking my head, I frowned. For fuck’s sake, I try to do the right thing by her and let her recover after the birth and what do I get? Accusations of adultery. I might have led a less than salubrious lifestyle before I’d met Stella, but now I was committed to her one hundred per cent. I hadn’t strayed, hadn’t even been tempted to, and neither would I.
Rolling my eyes ruefully, I made a silent vow to make sure Stella never felt neglected like that again. Mind you, after our performances tonight, she certainly did seem to be back up to firing on all cylinders, so I was rather looking forward to keeping up that vow whenever Stella hinted she was up for it.
THREE
STELLA
William’s soft waking cries broke through my blissful sleep the next morning. Rolling onto my back, I blinked several times as I tried to get my bearings and then glanced at the clock. Six a.m. Not bad at all. Our little man was already a pretty good sleeper, only tending to wake up once or twice in the night for a feed, and usually slept until six or seven in the morning, so I really couldn’t complain.
Nathan began to stir next to me and leant up on his elbow, blinking his heavy-lidded eyes with long, blond eyelashes that would make most women jealous. ‘Want me to get him?’ he asked in a voice thick from sleep.
‘Nah, it’s OK, we used the last bottle of expressed milk last night so I’ll get up. He can have it fresh from the source,’ I joked lightly. ‘You sleep for a while longer.’
As I went to roll out of bed Nathan snagged a hand into my hair and brought me back toward him where he laid a dazzling kiss on my lips. ‘Happy Christmas, Stella. You and Will are the best presents I could ever wish for.’ Despite my tiredness I grinned against his mouth, committing his lovely words to memory – he was becoming so much better at expressing his feelings, but I still treasured comments like that. After returning his kiss for several moments, I leant back as Will’s cries began to get a little louder. ‘Happy Christmas, Nathan. I love you,’ I murmured, finally freeing myself of the covers and Nathan’s hair-gripping fist, and sliding from the bed before stumbling a few steps and gaining my balance.
‘I guess it’s time for our son to get his first ever Christmas present.’ I joked, pulling my nightshirt off in preparation for Will’s feed and giving my boobs a jiggle for Nathan’s benefit.
‘Lucky little bastard,’ I heard Nathan grumbling as I walked toward the crib, a broad smile breaking on my lips despite my tiredness.
As I took a second to fold away the screen that Nathan had placed around the crib I noticed just how achy I was, no doubt as a result of our sexual escapades last night. I was dog-tired, too, and aching in places I had almost forgotten about, but it had been well worth it. We might not have had full sex last night, but I felt like Nathan and I had really reconnected, leaving me feeling particularly buoyant this morning, even in the early hour.
Leaning into the crib, I picked up William and gave him a quick good morning cuddle before settling myself in the comfy chair behind me. ‘Good morning, handsome,’ I murmured as I indulged myself with a quick sniff of his head – it always smelt so lovely that I could never resist.
Will’s morning feeds always took absolutely ages compared to his other daily feeds, sometimes as long as fifty minutes, and unfortunately this morning was no exception. In my tired, post-sex state it seemed to be an absolute eternity until Will was done, but finally he finished, his little head turning away from my breast as his unfocused eyes blinked sleepily.
Just as I had stood up and tossed a strip of muslin cloth over my shoulder to start burping him, I saw the bed shift as Nathan rolled from under the covers like an Adonis rising from the depths of the ocean. He paused briefly as he yawned and then stretched, his tight muscles pulling even tauter across his stomach as his arms raised above his head.
Oh my good Lord.
My breath caught in my throat as I stood there limply holding Will as I openly stared at Nathan with my mouth hanging slightly open. His hair was tousled all over the place, there was a night’s worth of stubble on his jaw, his eyes were still heavy-lidded, and all he was wearing was a pair of relatively tight black boxer shorts over his lovely package.
He looked good enough to eat.
Blimey, those boxers were hugging him in all the right places, and didn’t leave anything to the imagination. At all. And with the slight morning semi he was hosting, it was a rather lovely view.
‘Here, let me take over so you can grab another half an hour in bed,’ Nathan offered, his arms already extended as he reached out for Will.
‘You know he usually pukes after his morning feed?’ I commented, reminding Nathan of our son’s unerring ability to empty the contents of his stomach after the extended feed first thing.
‘Yeah, that’s OK. I’ll manage.’ Whipping the cloth from me, Nathan tossed it over his shoulder and gently eased William from my hands, holding him under the arms as he dropped a kiss on the end of Will’s nose. ‘Good morning, little man,’ he crooned. ‘We’ll be OK while Mummy sleeps, won’t we? You’re not going to throw up on Daddy today, are you?’ Gently lying him over his shoulder, Nathan flashed me a wink and began to rub William’s back in the hope of relieving any trapped air from his feed before jerking his head in the direction of the bed.
‘Go on, sleep. You deserve it after exerting all that energy last night.’ A blush heated my cheeks, but he was right, I was knackered – mixing any real-life activities into my already packed baby schedule was exhausting – so I didn’t wait for a second offer and instead scampered towards our inviting bed, snuggling myself down in the sheets on Nathan’s side, which were still warm from his body heat.
Before I dozed off, I snuck a little look at Nathan as he quietly paced around the room rubbing Will’s back and murmuring soft words to him that were too quiet for me to hear.
Nathan had been brilliant since the birth; he did his daddy duties without a word of complaint, didn’t moan about changing nappies, always took his turn with night feeds, and happily did whatever random baby jobs I requested of him. Bedtime was his favourite though –
he loved putting William to bed, and he now had the routine down to a fine art, right from bathtime songs through to a softly murmured story. It was a softer side to Nathan than I’d ever thought I’d see, and it just made me love him even more.
Seeing Nathan so attentive at bath and bed time was undeniably endearing, but the sight of Nathan now, in just his tight boxers and holding our baby boy adoringly as he walked him to ease him was just so flipping sexy that it was distracting me from getting back to sleep. He was just so muscular and big compared to Will’s tiny body, but managed to hold him with the upmost care.
Seeing me ogling him, Nathan paused and flashed me a roguish grin. ‘Come on, Stella, sleep, otherwise you’ll be too tired to enjoy the rest of our Christmas.’ Nathan was right; it was Christmas Day, and my parents would be arriving for coffee and mince pies in a few hours so I really did need another doze to top up my energy levels. Getting one last eyeful of the glorious image before me, I absorbed it to memory and sunk down into the warm sheets, inhaling Nathan’s delicious scent as I began to fall asleep almost immediately.
FOUR
NATHAN
Even after making our deal the little bugger still puked all over me. More precisely, all down my back. At least I had basically been naked, so there were no clothes to wash this time. Naked burping seemed to be the way forward; we’d save a fortune in washing powder and water bills.
Will was downstairs with Stella, so I showered quickly, dried off, and then wandered to my walk-in wardrobe. I was met with row after row of my finest clothes and the sudden urge to pull on a suit was almost overwhelming. As I stood gazing at the immaculately pressed shirts and expensive jackets, I couldn’t help but reach out and gently touch the soft material of one before letting out a small sigh. My suits were like my armour. I felt safe when I was wearing them, protected. Not that I really needed protection today; it was Christmas, not a board meeting, but I still felt uncomfortable whenever I had to see Stella’s family, which I would be doing shortly. I suppose I was just so unused to family gatherings that I was still adjusting to them. I think I would always be adjusting to them.