by Hazel Gower
Wrapping my arms around her I sat up and slowly got up. Her legs hooked around me and I stumbled to the bed laying her down. Annabelle clung to me yanking my face down to paste her lips to my own. My hands wandered hooking into her underwear and pulling them down. She lifted herself up helping me slide her panties down and then wiggled them off. I yanked the bottom of her tank top up and off. She pulled at my boxers pulling them down and I kicked them off.
Crashing our mouths back together, our hands explored each other, caressing and building our passion. Her fingers ran through my hair and traveled down my neck and across my back. Leaving her mouth I made my way down her body, nibbling on her neck, and kissing her collarbone. She spread her legs further apart and I settled between them, easing my way down to trail kisses over her breasts, circling her erect nipple with my tongue before I sucked it into my mouth and switched sides repeating the move.
Annabelle moaned and arched, silently begging for more. Cupping her tits I tweaked the nipple that wasn’t in my mouth. Her fingers dug into my shoulders and she panted, “Yes. That feels so good. Yes, yes, yes!” Playing with her breasts, I massaged them and alternated between sucking them.
Easing down her body I licked, kissed, and nibbled her skin before I lay between her spread legs. Grabbing a pillow I lifted her arse up and placed it under her. Settling in, I buried my face into her heat, nuzzling her pussy and spreading her folds. I lapped her clit and sucked on the little bud, driving her mad. Her thighs tightened around my head and she ground down on my face. I loved the noises she made when I pleasured her, the mewling noises drove me insane and I was always eager to hear more. I delved two fingers into her wet pussy and pumped them in and out as I sucked on her clit.
“Yes, oh yes. More, oh more,” she gasped.
Her sexy noises drove my need higher and I couldn’t wait to be inside her. Adding another finger I picked up speed, sinking my fingers deeper each time. I could feel muscles getting ready to let go and squeeze me, she was close. She needed just a little bit extra to fall over the edge. Her body was tense and she was wound up so tight. Delving my fingers in deep I sucked her nub into my mouth, tugging it and giving just enough pressure to help her let loose.
Anabelle screamed, “Oh, yes! Oh Carl. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
Her pussy clenched around my digits and she humped back and forth against my face as my tongue lapped at her. That was so damn hot. She drove me wild with need. I needed to be inside her. Sliding up her, my fingers feathered across her body, enjoying the feeling of her silky smooth skin. Her nipples were sharp erect points and I breathed over one and watched as Annabelle shivered. I blew on the other and her back arched up. Slipping my tongue out, I circled the pointed nipple before sucking it into my mouth. I repeated, switching to the other breast. Annabelle ran her hands down my back and back up to clutch my head. I fondled her tits, cupping and sucking on them.
My dick was painfully hard and I ached to sink into her tight warm heat and find my own release.
Gazing up at Annabelle, I smiled at the blissful, passion filled look, hooded eyes, mouth open in an o shape, and her breathing heavy. I swore I’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Easing up I took her lips as I lined my cock up to her entrance. I stared down at her and realized I wanted her on top. I wanted to play with her tits as they bounced and she rode my cock.
Lifting her up, I rolled us so she was on top. Annabelle grinned down at me and I watched as her gaze roamed over my chest. Her hands came to rest over my chest muscles and she wiggled herself down my body until her pussy lips brushed the tip of my dick. She rubbed her core over me, sinking down just enough for me to feel her wetness each time before pulling away. She was torturing me. She eased further down until her mouth hovered over my dick. Her hand circled my base and rubbed up and down.
She stared up at me with sultry eyes and moaned, “I love you. I love you so damn much.”
Fuck, I was going to come without her playing with me, just from her simple tease and declaration of love. I’d never been so turned on in my whole life. I didn’t need foreplay for myself. All I needed was her to look at me and tell me she loved me and I was a goner. She gazed up at me and holy shit, I almost blew my load. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe how lucky I got, that I was going to marry this woman.
She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and sank down over me. Her hand gripped my base tighter and I counted to ten trying to calm my ready to explode lust. Holy crap, the sight before me was hot. She sucked on me almost pulling the load I was barely holding back out of me. I didn’t want to come in her warm wet mouth though, I wanted to come as her pussy squeezed the life out of me.
“Honey, that feels beyond amazing,” I rasped. “But I want to come inside you.” Growling with an animalistic need to make my woman come around my dick, I lifted her off my cock and moved her up so she straddled me. I lined my cock up to her entrance and drove it home. “I love you so damn much, you know? You’re mine. Only mine.”
She gasped as my cock sank deep and moaned, “I love you too. You’re mine, too. Only ever me.” She grinned down at me and I brought her head down to kiss her. I snaked my tongue in to meet hers and tangled them savoring our joined bodies.
Holding onto her waist I lifted her and she sank back down. We started out slowly, finding our rhythm, before we picked up speed. She eased from my mouth, panting for breath.
“Play with these…” I cupped her breasts. “Tweak those nipples honey as you ride my cock.”
Annabelle’s already flushed skin turned a darker shade of pink. She flungs her head back and her bun came loose, her shiny hair flowing around her, adding to the allure. She bounced on my dick as she pinched her nipples and rubbed her palms over them. Her core pulsed around me and she got wetter. Oh she liked that, did she?
Thrusting my hips up to meet Annabelle, I grabbed her hand and moved it down to her clit. “Play with yourself, while I watch your breasts bounce.”
Annabelle groaned and slammed herself down as I thrust up to meet her. She played with her clit and I reached up and brushed the tips of my fingers over her nipples. “Come honey. Come all over my dick.”
She grabbed my hand and placed it over her clit. She sat her own hand on top and together we circled her nub. Her pussy started to quiver around me and I knew she was close. I could barely hold myself back from letting myself go before she did. I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I wouldn’t come though until she did. My woman’s pleasure always came first.
Adding pressure to her clit, I drove up as she sank down. “That’s it. Oh yeah, right there.” She gasped.
Hell yes, she was close. Bringing her down so our bodies touched, I moved my hands around to cup and squeeze her arse. Holding her globes together I pushed up as I gathered her juices and brought them to the tight little hole between her arse cheeks. She squealed when I pushed a finger in as I thrust my cock up into her core. Annabelle let out an ear piercing scream, her pussy held me in a vice-like grip and wrung me out to dry, milking me of my orgasm as Annabelle convulsed around me with her own.
“Annabelle,” I grunted. “Oh honey.”
She went limp against me and I lazily stroked her back. My cock slowly slipped out of her and she moaned and rolled to the side. “That was beyond amazing,” she mumbled. “If that’s what saying yes gets me. I’ll have to say it more often.”
I chuckled, turned and kissed her forehead. “I’ll have to ask you to marry me more often.”
“Hardy, ha, ha.” She rolled and wiggled in to spoon me. “You wore me out. I’m going to have a little nap, and when I wake up I intend to call my mother and everyone else and tell them about what’s happened.”
“I knew you were open, but telling her about our sex—” I laughed as she elbowed me in the stomach.
“Don’t be an arse. You know I mean my big ring and bun in oven.” She clutched my hand and wiggled to get comfort
able. “Now be good, and stay where you are so I can get some sleep.”
Leaning down I kissed her head. “Okay honey.”
“Mmm.” She grumbled and I knew she was already close to being out. Not tired myself, but not willing to move, I settled into my spot and let my fiancée and baby mumma sleep.
Chapter eight
Annabelle
“No, don’t you put this on me. You were the one that told my mother she could plan a wedding. So we have to go home. You can’t now tell my mum that she can’t plan the wedding and that you’re going to fly everyone to Vanuatu so we can have a quickie wedding here.”
“Ah, yeah I can.”
Rolling my eyes at the cocky man lying on the bed, I continued packing the suitcase. “I don’t think you know my mum then. I bet since you called her a couple of hours ago she’s found allies.”
Carl sat up, grabbed my hands as I placed the toiletries into the suitcase and gathered me to him. I knelt before him. “Don’t you want to get married here, on this beautiful island?”
I didn’t want to leave Vanuatu either, but I knew mum was excited about me getting married and planning my wedding. A quick island wedding I knew she wouldn’t mind, but I knew my mum wanted a bigger fanfare for me. She wanted to help me plan my wedding, choose my dress and have relatives I’ve met once or twice in my life there. I wanted to give my mum that. “It would be nice, yes, but I would like to have a wedding where I get to plan. You know, go with my mum to flower shops, try on wedding dresses and eat cake.”
He groaned and flopped back. “Is this going to happen all the time?”
“Is what going to happen all the time?”
“You being right?”
Giggling, I crawled up and over him. Hovering over him, I smiled down at his arrogant smirking face. “Yeah, all the time.”
His arms snapped around me and he rolled so I was on the bottom and he caged me in over the top. “Okay, fine. I’ll pack and we’ll fly home. Two weeks in paradise isn’t enough though.”
Sighing, I sat up and locked my lips to his. He was right, two weeks in paradise wasn’t enough, but we needed to go home. I had more to tell my mum than just getting engaged, she was going to be a grandma.
* * * *
Groaning as I saw my mother waiting for us at the airport I considered seeing if I could convince Carl I was wrong and we could go back to paradise. Carl squeezed my waist and I glanced up at him. “Who let my mum come meet us? I didn’t even think she knew we were coming home today.”
His brow raised. “You don’t want her here?”
“Argh no. Not for the half an hour drive home. You know that means there’ll be no escape?”
He laughed. “I’m sure if she gets bad we could pull over and kick her out.”
“Ha, ha, very funny. Did you invite her?”
“No. I have no idea how she knew we were coming in now.”
“I told her.” Shocked, I turned to Rafe. I’d never seen him look embarrassed. Well he barely showed emotion, though he wasn’t as bad as Lurch, but still right now his cheeks were pink and he wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“Rafe, why?”
He finally met my gaze and his eyebrows narrowed and his lips thinned. “I’ll tell you why, because your mother is worse than Gillian. I’d like to know how she got my number.”
Carl burst out laughing and I wished I could hide. I stopped walking down the ramp to the arrival bay and went to turn around, only for Carl to stop me. Oh my God, what had my mother done for Rafe to cave and tell her? I reminded myself I loved my mother, but right now that didn’t work.
“What did she do?” Carl dragged me to the exit and towards my mother.
“She’s pure evil.” I choked on a cough at the smirk on Rafe’s face. “I told her no and that I wouldn’t tell her anything without Carl’s or your permission, not only did she badger me, which I could handle, when that didn’t work she somehow contacted my mother.”
Okay, that was funny. How the hell had my mother found out who Rafe’s mother was? I was even scared to find out how she did that.
Carl was in hysterics. “Oh honey, I love your mother.”
“Oh you say that now,” I grumbled as we exited to the arrivals bay. I bet he wouldn’t be saying that when he was on the other end of her intrusion into his life.
My mother ran to me, pushed Carl away and hugged me tight. “Bellie, I missed you baby.”
“Hi mum. How are you feeling?”
“I’m great now you’re home.” She let go of me and wrapped her arm around me and walked toward the luggage carousel. I turned to see Carl narrow his gaze. I giggled and wrapped my arm around her. Mum one, everyone else zero.
* * * *
Carl
“Honey, you can’t go to work like this. The oral maxolon isn’t working. I’m taking you in to work.” We’d been back from Vanuatu for four days and Annabelle was getting sicker. She was showing all the signs of Hyperemesis Gravidarum, a condition in pregnancy that can start around four to seven weeks which causes severe sickness and can lead to other problems such as low blood pressure, depression, tiredness and migraines. Today was a pupil-free day and tomorrow school started. Annabelle was determined to go to work, even though she could barely move.
“I have to go.” She groaned. She turned and was sick into the bucket.
Okay that was it. She had to go to hospital. No more letting her win. Annabelle had been fighting me on this for days. Yesterday I even considered calling her mother, but then I’d never get rid of the woman. Now I wished I’d done it. I would have gladly put up with Darla if Annabelle was in hospital getting better. Reaching over to the phone I called Rafe. “Get the car ready. I’m taking Annabelle to work. She needs fluids and I want some tests done.”
“I’ll see you in the car.” Rafe replied.
Gently picking up Annabelle, she moaned and rested her head against my chest. “I don’t want to go to hospital.” My heart sank when her voice was barely a whisper. I should have fought harder the last couple of days and not let it get to this stage, but I was arrogant and thought I could handle her care on my own.
Once in the car and on our way to the hospital I rang and told them what to expect. I wasn’t surprised when we pulled up to emergency that they stood waiting. I lifted a limp Annabelle out of the car and turned to the head obstetrician, Dr. Kara Bay. She was a lady in her mid-fifties, tall, with greying brown hair and green eyes that didn’t miss a thing. I had great respect for her and she was one of the few doctors I was willing to trust with Annabelle.
“She’s around four to six weeks pregnant. The morning sickness started about a week and half ago. I have been giving her maxolon orally, but she hasn’t been keeping anything down. I should have brought her in sooner. She’ll need fluids and I want her blood pressure monitored.” I carefully placed Annabelle on the rolling bed and gently pressed my lips to her forehead. “I’m sorry honey.”
“Dr. Silverman we will take very good care of your—”
“My fiancée. Annabelle Clarkson.”
I didn’t miss the slight widening of Dr. Bay’s eyes. To give her credit she didn’t show any other signs of shock at my announcement. She nodded and turned to nurses. “Put her in room six-zero-two. I want blood work ready for me to take now. Get the ultrasound machine brought to her room.”
Because of who I was, they weren’t taking her to emergency to wait in line to be registered and taken to a room, they took her straight to a private room in maternity. I knew she was going to be in at least a couple of days.
I didn’t leave her side as they wheeled her in and took her to her room, where a nurse helped me undress Annabelle and get her into a hospital gown. Dr. Bay came in the room soon after and took bloods and set up her IV. “I’ll give her a couple of hours for fluids to set in before I do an ultrasound.”
I
nodded. I knew the drill. Annabelle, gave a slight jerk of her head in acknowledgement. I watched Dr. Bay leave before turning my attention back to Annebelle. “I’m going to call your mum and our family.”
“Okay,” she croaked.
I stroked her hair, leaned over to her and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be just at the window.”
She closed her eyes and I went to the window, calling her mother first.
By the time I’d called our family, and convinced Annabelle’s mother twice, to stay where she was, Dr. Bay was back with a nurse moving in an ultrasound machine.
Going back over to Annabelle I sat on the chair closest to the bed. Annabelle dozed, her breathing more settled. When I reached for her hand I threaded my fingers through hers and her eyes fluttered open. When she saw what the nurse brought in, a tiny smile spread over her lips.
“I get to see my baby?” she rasped. She sounded a lot better than before, but still dry.
I squeezed her hand and went to answer but Dr. Bay beat me to it. “Yes, Miss Clarkson, but because you’re not that far along I need to know you’re okay with me using the stick. It will need to be inserted. Dr. Silverman can leave if you like while I do it.”
I fucking well wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t have to voice my feeling though, Annabelle clutched my fingers tighter and shook her head. “No. I don’t want Carl to leave me.”
Dr. Bay put a wrap over the stick and added gel. “Alright then Miss Clarkson. If you could spread your legs please. This will feel a little cold and if it becomes uncomfortable please tell me.”
Bringing Annabelle’s hand up, I kissed her knuckles. I watched the screen anxious to see my child too. When the screen came up on my bean I narrowed my gaze as something wasn’t right. Darting my gaze up at Dr. Bay, I hated that she was quiet. Wasn’t she supposed to tell us things like, measurements, show us the heartbeat and so on?