He was an expert with women, and all his years experienced showed when he touched Veronique. He played her body like she was a musical instrument and he was the virtuoso. Note after note, her moans and pleasure, sounded on his ears. Each sound guiding him to what she liked, to what she wanted, and when he found that ‘something’ that she liked, he just kept on doing it, until she was screaming with wild and abandoned joy. She had never actually wanted a man before. She had never been given a choice before, but she chose him as her first and she wanted him more than anyone else in the world. She grabbed at him, and Nico, seeing she wanted and needed him now, quickly tore off his trousers and underwear. She pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around him, she guided him into her inner depths. Nico almost came with the pleasure he felt upon entering her. He knew he was home once more, home where he belonged, right there inside her. He felt love, he felt tenderness, he felt wild desire and he also felt relief to be once again with his soul mate. She pulled him closer still and he began gently thrusting into her, following the speed of her hips as she gyrated on him. He could feel her starting to climax and without any need to stop himself, when she came, he let go and came with her.
Together, they lay panting on the sofa, him on top of her, still in his crisp white shirt. She grinned and suddenly felt so shy but so calm. She smiled up at him and kissed him, tasting herself upon his lips.
“Mmmmm, again?” He laughed at her question.
“Hell yes! But please can we do something first?”
“Of course. What?”
“Eat! I’m starved.”
“Oh my god, the dinner. I forgot all about it.” She pushed against his chest, but he didn’t move and she looked sideways at him.
“I said I was starved, but I can wait a few moments.” She grinned at him. “You are mine now,” he said, “and I am still hard and inside you. This is where you belong and are going to stay, forever.”
“Then, we have time to eat.” She responded. He reluctantly withdrew from her, and as he stood up and moved back, she slipped off the sofa and on to her knees. She opened her mouth and took him inside her, between her well-kissed lips. He groaned in surprise and looked down at her. She looked so good on him like this. He took mental pictures of her, of her eyes as she fellated him. He would have stood there all day, but she stopped sucking him, and started kissing his balls, inhaling his muskiness, and then kissing up his taut stomach, and up towards his broad chest. He had the body of a Greek statue and she understood why they were called Gods.
She kissed him on the mouth and then led him through to the kitchen where they rescued the dinner together. She didn’t want to be parted from him for one second. After dinner, they went to bed and made love all night long. Each one revelling in the other. Each one reaching new heights of ecstasy they had never seen, or felt, before.
The next morning, Veronique snuggled in his arms. She had awoken before him. She watched him sleeping, his breathing deep and even. She traced his face with her eyes, memorising every square inch of him. For the first time ever, she noticed he had long eyelashes and when he slept, he looked much younger. He had the looks of a young lad even though he was in his thirties. He had strong eyebrows that were dark like his hair and eyelashes. It was a face that said a lot about him. Even asleep, you would know he was strong. A man of principles, of morals, and capable of deep passionate love. His hair was tousled from where she had run her fingers through it the night before and it made him even more gorgeous. She touched his lips, lips that were so passionate and had almost kissed her into oblivion. Lips that were just right for him. He twitched in his sleep, and she pulled her hand back sharply afraid she had woken him. She leant forward, and kissed his lips, and this did wake him. He pulled her to him, his strong arms moving her gently onto him. He brought her to him, and kissed her with all the passion, and desire he had. It nearly took her breath away, it was so deep. She sat astride him, and felt him enter her easily.
“Mmm, what a way to wake up,” he murmured in his semi-sleep. She moved up and down slowly, clenching her vaginal muscles around his thick shaft, his hips bucking upwards into her. It was a dance of deep animalistic joining, of love, of passion, another joining where they were the only people in the world, and the only people who could make love this way. She slipped her fingers into his chest hair and threw her head back as she rode him, feeling her waist length hair tickling her bottom as they moved sensually together. She could feel him hardening further inside her and she looked down to see his face. His face showed his pleasure, a look that she knew she was causing. He was so into the moment. She watched his face, his eyes, felt his hands on her hips, guiding her movements and her speed. And then he was speeding up, groaning, thrusting, and she loved every second of him enjoying her this way. She never wanted him to stop but she knew he was near and she leant forward slightly and whispered.
“Matia mou, agapy mou, s'agapo.” Words that were said with such love, that he opened his eyes and looked at her, then he lost control and came. The depth and meaning of her words of love put him over the edge. She smiled, watching his orgasm, his face of total vulnerability and feeling such love for him, and a new power, all at the same time.
“Again?” She laughed as she spoke.
“Five minutes,” he answered dreamily.
“Not sooner?”
“Ha!” He opened his eyes, and pushed her off him, and then within seconds was on top of her and inside her again. “I’m still hard. You feel that?” She had been feeling in control, until then, until that one strong movement had changed it all. He thrust in and out of her slowly.
“You want more? Like this?”
“Oh yes!” she gasped as he filled her completely. He changed his rhythm from slow and then quickened his pace, reaching even deeper within her, and then he stopped totally, so his balls rested against her. He gently gyrated his hips slowly. She brought her legs up and wrapped them tightly around him, pulling him closer into her, willingly.
“Oooh.” He was kissing her. As his body writhed with hers, she started to moan more and more. He had found her secret spot inside her; a sweet zone that she didn’t even know she had, until he touched her there with his hardness. When he felt her gasp, he held himself there, then moved slowly and slightly, so that he stayed where he was, just touching and caressing that one sweet spot. He could feel her losing control. She was starting to tremble, and shake, and holding himself as still as he could. She suddenly came hard on him. Her head went back, and she screamed. Screamed so loudly that the whole village would know, and if they knew that this was the first time she had actually climaxed on a man, they would have all lined the streets, and applauded.
When she calmed down, she could see the laughter and pleasure in his eyes. He still held her firmly.
“More? Again?” hHe asked mischievously, a happy glint in his eye.
“No. No. Not yet. Thanks!” He rolled off her laughing, happy that she was finally sated.
“I see.” He looked at her and smiled. “Can’t take it from the love God.” He smiled and did a Mr. Universe pose, showing her he was joking and she smiled back. Cuddling in to him, she said something that surprised even her.
“Move in with me, with us, Nico.”
“Are you serious?” He did a double take and looked at her, in happy surprise.
“Yes.”
“Really? Really serious?”
“Yes. I know what I want now, and that is you. I want us to be together.” She sat up in the bed and looked down at him. “I wanted to say all this last night, before we...” She paused and smiled again. “But we got distracted. I haven’t forgotten what I was going to say. Despite everything, you have always been there for me, and I never realised until now. You have loved me and never asked anything of me in return. I tried to run away from it all, to start again. It wasn’t fair to you.”
“You didn’t owe me anything.”
“I do now, Nico. I owe you everything. I have wasted so much time, and missed so much of t
he love you have to give. You’re the one good man, of my whole life. The one stable part that has been true from the start. Now I want it all. I want the dream we are told we can have. You, me and Michael, a family together.” Nico smiled, his heart was singing, it was everything he had wanted to hear. Everything he had wished he could have, Veronique, the baby and him.
“Will you have us?” she asked him shyly.
“Oh come here, you gorgeous woman.” He grabbed her again, and she fell happily into his arms. When she was in them, he looked at her.
“I have always been yours from the moment you stepped onto the ship. Of course I want you. I want both of you. Michael is a part of you, and therefore, a part of me. We can all start again. Together.” Veronique looked away and then put her head on his chest and cried. Quietly at first, until she could no longer hide the sobs. He could feel her tears falling on to his chest, and her body, as it started to wrack with sobs.
“Hey, Hey...baby...” he said with concern. “Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m so happy, and I love you, you idiot!” He kissed her, and then he shrugged his shoulders. “I will never understand women,” he said, as he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head lovingly.
They agreed that he would move in right away and they started to get ready. He was going to pick up his things as soon as possible. Today. Veronique was so happy. When Nico came out of the shower, all wet and gloriously naked, she blushed. She couldn’t help but admire his body.
“Why are you blushing?” He followed her eyes, which were fixated between his legs and he looked down at his penis, which was just hanging. “It’s not hard all the time, you know, but I do try!”
“I know!” She tut tutted. “It’s just, I’ve never seen you this way, that’s all. Naked.”
“Oh, and that is entirely your fault.” He winked at her. She watched as his dick started to grow and harden again.
“Uh oh.” He started to chase her around the bed and suddenly she was running and jumping on it, squealing with joy like a happy little kid. She was still giggling, even when he caught her and pulled her down towards him.
“Get off me,” she shouted in mock anger. He kissed her hard and then stopped.
“Really?” He watched for her reaction.
“No...”
“Good,” he said smiling, lowering his mouth back down to hers. He kissed her again just as Michael started making singing noises from his bedroom.
“I have to go!” She said, looking towards Michael’s room. He released her, and watched her pad through to the other room wearing the shirt he had worn the night before. He heard the baby’s laughter, and her cooing to him, and couldn’t resist going through to join them.
“Hey buddy!” He went through, and passed Veronique, to take him out of the cot. Michael laughed and bounced happily in his arms. “Oh, there is an odd smell coming from him.” Nico wrinkled his nose and looked at Veronique.
“Your turn to change his nappy I think!” She laughed, “you may as well start as you mean to go on, and it will be wonderful start to the day for you.” Her hands were on her hips challenging him.
“Listen, young lady. I brought up all my brothers and cousins, from when they were little. I am a dab hand at changing a nappy. You’ll see.” He whisked Michael off to the baby changing unit in the corner of the room, and started looking around for the things he would need, whilst still holding Michael confidently in one arm. Michael looked so happy with him, and together they made such a wonderful pair. Both dark hair and eyes, Veronique smiled at the two of them interacting together. For a moment, she wished that the baby was his, and wanted to know, to be one hundred percent sure, he was his. Unless she did the DNA test she would always wonder if it was Matt’s child, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it in case it proved Matt was the father. Something she just couldn’t bear. For now at least, she would pretend Nico was his father.
Nico was cooing at Michael like a pro, who was gurgling his replies back to him as though they were having a deep and meaningful conversation, when the deed had been done and the nappy had been successfully changed and dealt with, Nico handed Michael back to Veronique.
“Okay, okay. The job is yours. Move in NOW, please!” Her smile was a mile wide.
“Going to get my things right now. But I need my shirt please...” Laughing she took it off. “Maybe not just right now.” He said looking at her now naked body, her bare breasts, her slightly rounded stomach and her curvaceous childbearing hips tapering down to her long and still bronzed legs. “You are all woman, young lady. All mine.” He took a step towards her, his hands outstretched to take her again but she refused him playfully.
“Go! Go! I shall still be here when you get back and hurry!” She put Michael down, grabbed a bathrobe and put it on.
He dressed quickly, kissed them both on the cheek, and then went back and kissed her again but on the mouth this time, before he left the house. She stood at the door with Michael in her arms smiling, as he got into his car, and drove away. He waved and beeped the horn as he left. She was so caught up in her love for him that she still didn’t see the black car parked across the road, its occupant watching her every move. She closed the door, and went inside. She put Michael in his playpen with some toys and she went to prepare his breakfast. She smiled at him, as she cut his toast into little fingers ready for him to hold.
The doorbell rang and Veronique ran to it.
“Hey, back already? That was quick! Did you forget something?” She laughed. Without thinking, she had opened the door fully, and Matt rushed in with the force of an angry rhino. He pushed her against the wall, his hand around her throat. Her head was pushed hard against the wall, her arms flailing trying to hit at him. She couldn’t breathe and her eyes were wide with fear. She tried to kick and scream and push against him but he was too strong. Before, she would have stayed still and calm, knowing that he liked a struggle but this time, she was like a wildcat. She tried to fight and scratch and kick. Everything for her own self-preservation.
“I was sat outside. I watched your lover boy come here. He stayed all night. You fucking whore. You know you are mine.” He let her breathe a moment and she started to speak, to plead. “Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear it.” He punched her in the face and dazed she fell into the living room and against the sofa that had been a place of such passion and happiness only last night. Her nose had been broken and blood started to pour from it, the blood splattering, as she breathed, and dripping everywhere.
“Matt, stop this!” He hit her again, this time fully in the mouth, breaking some of her teeth and splitting her lip.
“I said don’t talk, you whore!” Blood started to pour from her mouth as well, and she tried to stem the blood with the back of her hand as she tried to stand up, her only thoughts, to move away towards the door to distract him from Michael who was oblivious to what was going on. He kicked her back down and she inadvertently screamed from the pain.
Michael heard the commotion and suddenly realised that something was wrong with mummy and he started to cry in his playpen. Matt looked up and across to the baby, a blind rage filling his eyes. He was like a bull to a red rag. He went over to the playpen and Veronique tried to stand, her whole body in agony. She grabbed onto his jacket as he moved towards Michael.
“No! Go away. Go away! Leave us alone!” She screamed with all her might. He ignored her and looked at the baby with such hate.
“You ugly bitch; this is the ultimate betrayal.” He lunged forward and grabbed Michael roughly. Michael had started to cry loudly and this incensed Matt further. Veronique screamed and was grabbing at Michael to try and get him from Matt but he held him higher. Her heart filled with dread. He threw him at the wall with all the force he could muster and Veronique screamed. Michael was screaming too, in terror and in pain. She turned and tried to get to Michael first but Matt grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back and threw her behind him. He grabbed the baby by the throat and sq
ueezed. Veronique scratched and bit and kicked at him. She bit his wrists and kicked him as hard as she could. Michael was going blue and had stopped crying and still Matt didn’t stop. All his strength and focus was on killing the baby. Killing the bastard that had come from his sister’s loins. Veronique was in a blind panic. Screaming and shouting, crying and kicking with a strength she didn’t know she had. But still, it had no effect. She fought with Matt with every ounce of her being, fought him for everything he had done to her. She wanted her son off him at any cost. She ran through to the kitchen and grabbed a large knife and returned and started plunging it into Matt from behind. She thrust the knife into Matt, over and over again, an animal guttural sound escaping her as she did so. When the pain finally registered with Matt and he realised what she was doing he threw Michael’s lifeless body down to the floor and staggered from the room, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
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Veronique looked at the lifeless body of her son. She picked him up and cradled him, his body and limbs all at odd angles and then she ran to the phone to call for an ambulance. She sat down by the phone and cradled him. She felt for a pulse and finding none started CPR, something she had learnt during her time on the ships. Tears ran down her cheeks as the years of training kicked in.
“Come on darling, don’t go, stay with mummy, come back to mummy. Don’t go.” She wailed as she worked on him. “I love you.”
An ambulance man arrived and taking in the sight of the dishevelled room, the trail of blood, the bloody knife on the floor then seeing Veronique with the baby on the floor, her bloodied and swollen mouth breathing into her son’s mouth, he knew it had been a scene of domestic violence. He leapt into action, putting his own thoughts and feelings aside.
“Call the police quick whilst I take over from her. We’ll need more medics to look after her too.” He tried to take Michael from Veronique who didn’t want to let him go.
“Miss. I need to do this. Please let me help you.”
The two ambulance men started working together as a unit and Veronique was on her knees wailing at the side of them, willing him back to life. She was oblivious to her own injuries and the fact she was covered in Matt’s and her own blood. A policewoman arrived and tried to calm her but she didn’t hear anything. All she could say was “My baby, my baby,” over and over again.
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