The One Addicted (40 page)

“I love you.” My words are clear and full of meaning in the quiet room and I mean every one of them.

“I love you too. Like I’ve never loved before.”

“You and me.”

I can feel her tremble in my arms, she’s still unsure but we’re getting there. Her lips seek mine again and we continue our desperate exploration - the constant need for connection not dissipating in the slightest. The only time we falter is when we part and I have no intention of that happening upon our return. It might take some organising and a few weeks, but what I planned will mean that we can seriously make our relationship work.
 

We are relaxing on top of the covers, with her half sitting up against the headboard and unable to ignore her soft skin, I trail a finger down her chest, across her belly and along her scar, looking up to her eyes to try and read her thoughts. “What are you doing?”

“Does it hurt still?”

“Only internally sometimes- from the adhesions. She brushes my hand away with her own and I clasp it, forcing her to stay, her hand covering her scar and the top of her mound. “Are you wet, baby?”

“I’m not sure- why don’t you find out?” her brows rise.

“I’d rather
you
did.” I lean back onto my elbow to gain a better view and peruse her sexy body, “Move your hand lower, baby, Touch yourself.”

“You want me to..”

“I want you to.”

With her eyes locked on mine, she leisurely opens her legs, planting both feet flat onto the bed, knees bent and slips her fingers downwards, along her V and inside. As she enjoys the sensations of her touch, bringing her now glistening wet finger out of her pussy to rub her clit, her eyes semi-close in pleasure and I feel myself becoming hard. God, she is gorgeous!. The act of watching her masturbate was so intimate and personal there was no better way to show me her trust of me and that makes me even harder.
 

I can see her pink pussy, bold and on show as she fingers herself, swooping in to collect her juices before rubbing them continuously around her nub, which is visibly becoming more swollen. I watch her tongue flick out and lick around her full lips and just when I don’t think I can stand another second of voyeurism, she sucks long and hard on her index finger, holding my gaze the whole time, before removing it with exquisite slowness and swirling the wetness around her areola and razor sharp nipple.
 

I’d honestly thought I could manage but I’m obviously much more of a get stuck in type. My hands are restless at my sides, desperate to touch her.
 

Jesus Christ
- hot didn’t cut it!

Frustrated, I grab my cock and she smiles, throwing her head back on a seductive moan. I begin to pump in unison with her rubbing motions, both of us watching as we head towards our releases. “Oh Seb… Baby… I’m coming…I’m …ahhhh.”

I grip my cock and pump like a demon, stroking my length in front of her, whilst she writhes around on the bed - it was one of the most erotic experiences of my life and as she screams my name, over and over again, I judder, as my climax rips into me and I come across my stomach.
 

“We’re bloody keeping the masks, if that is what happens when we wear them.”

I lie back onto the bed, our panting beginning to lessen, and I take a moment to enjoy the sound of her deep sexy laugh - she was the whole package this woman. Fuck me, I’m a lucky man.

*****

Every time we have sex I can’t imagine it could ever get more amazing than right there in that moment; that I could possibly feel more, love him more - yet he continues to surprise me. He continues to challenge me and push me to try new things and experiment. Each time can never be the last - I will always want more from this man.

That had been so daring for me - I’d never masturbated in front of a man, other than with Sebastian using a sex toy on me. It had been such an intimate moment, I’d definitely felt a shift between us - a unification which was ironic as he’d not been inside me this last time.

    
I reach down to cup his chin and he dips his mouth to mine and slips his tongue inside; my knees go weak at the contact and I pull away with a light peck. “I love you but I need the loo and water.”

“Have I worn you out?”

“Completely - I’m exhausted.”

“Hurry up and come back to bed and we’ll cosy up and go to sleep.
We can have a long lie-in in the morning, as we don’t need to leave for the airport until around 5pm’ish.”

That sounded like bliss. I finish up in the bathroom and climb back into our Silver bed, clicking the light out. “I’m going to miss this bed.”

“I’ll buy us one.”

Of course he would - how wonderful to have a man who not only wanted to spoil me, but could afford to. His arms draw me into his body, his feet locating my feet under the covers, and fingers linking with mine - connected, skin on skin at all times and I smile into the darkness, as I feel the three strong squeezes, from his palm. I… love… you.

“I love you too, Sebastian.”

As I drift off to sleep I consider tonights events, the Ball - Toni- Christ and the pregnancy test and it’s negative result, I’m awash with emotions and drained by the drama. We’d gotten through an event, that included a woman who desperately wanted to split us up for her own wants and desires and stuck together, irrefutably. I knew in that moment that my trust in him was unbreakable where other women were concerned. I am sure of his love for me.

*****

We rested most of the morning like Sebastian had promised and in the afternoon, the four of us meet with Chris and do lunch in The Jannah - enjoying a meal in the private dining room. Sebastian and Nathan had certainly made a good impression on the Hotel Manager and despite Sebastian selling his shares in the hotel to invest elsewhere, he is treated like a celebrity.
 

By the time we leave for the airport, riding in a limousine as a group, I’m ready to go home; the buzz beginning in my tummy as I’ll soon see my little boy. I watch the glittering multi-coloured buildings flashing by, now so familiar and remember Sebastian’s new construction business. Whilst he wasn’t going to manage it officially, there would be times he’d be back here and I hoped I’d be able to accompany him.

*****

At the airport I sigh in relief when Seb surprises us with a private jet home. However, it’s nothing like the intimate party of two we’d experienced on our way out to The Maldives. There was no disappearing to the bedroom or screaming Sebastian’s name into an empty cabin
 
- just plenty of knowing looks between us that made me want to jump his bones right then and there and our favourite hanger-on
Chris
.

We’d been flying for around 3 hours when I disappear to the generous bathroom in one of the bedrooms. Abby is asleep with Nathan and Chris is playing on the playstation with Sebastian. It really was another world - like a flying living room. I needed to freshen up and as I grab my bag to delve in for my make-up bag, my butter fingers drop the handles and it falls, scattering its contents across the bathroom floor. I drop to my knees, picking up lipsticks, chewing gum, my passports, an earring I thought I’d lost, some Dirhams, and a pregnancy test -
the
pregnancy test. As though in slow motion, I tilt my head to get a better angle on it and lift it up, standing at the same time.
WTF?

There were now two pink lines - the second was a paler pink in shade, yes, but was still clearly visible.

I take a deep breath and for a second just stare at myself in the mirror. “OK, don’t panic there’s a reason for this, like…. it’s been a few days and its redundant now so not a true positive? Or like that bitch Toni was lying to me when she said it was negative.

My chest tightens as I fear the latter is the more probable conclusion.

“Well there’s only one thing for it.” I bend to rummage in the discarded handbag and unzip the middle compartment. Inside I pull out the second identical test, unused and ready to go. I remove my blazer and hook it on the door and unzip my skinnies, grabbing a glass from the sink - much easier to pee in that and then dip the bloody stick.

Five minutes later, I’m clock watching as the test is being wafted gently through the air, lid on tight. “Come on, come on….3, 2, 1… shit! Shit - oh God - BUGGER!”

Wincing I squint my eyes, and strain to view the results -
for God’s sake woman just be bold, stop being so bloody wet!
I finally, inhale and allow myself to look down at the test. There was no question about it this time - two straight, neat pink lines, smile up at me and seal my fate. I expell the breath I’d been holding and panicking, quickly grab my last testing box, a Clearblue one with two further tests.
This is my last chance.
Scanning the instructions, I see that these are totally different - you still had to pee on them but there was worries of pink lines or seeing double, it was simple -
 
just a bold sign that flashed up your future.

Ten stressful minutes later and I’ve got two sticks that say
‘fuck off now and deal with it - you’re pregnant - there’s no getting away from this Love!’
A knock at the door, makes me jump and I quickly zip all tests back into my bag, complete with packaging before calling out in answer, “Yes?”

“Everything alright in there, Lu?”

It was Seb. I make fast work of grabbing my belongings and plaster a fake smile across my face in the mirror.
No, but its’ going to have to be.
 

Opening the door, I find him leaning against the frame, all sexy and casual. “I’m fine - just freshening up.”

“Oh really? I was thinking about getting you all dirty again.”

He pins me up against the wall, his hand cupping my face, thumbs at my jawline, one delicately brushing over my bottom lip and I tremble with desire, despite my recent findings. His lips touch mine, searching, connecting and we lose ourselves for a while, happy to touch and be touched.

Then I pull away. “If it’s Ok with you, baby, I’m going to go sit down for a while. I’ve got a bit of a headache.”

His brows lift in concern. “Of course. Are you OK? Can I get you anything?”

“I’m alright, but thanks. I just need to chill for a bit.”

“Last night was a late one hey?” The pad of his thumb brushes against my lip and I nod.

“Mmm hmmm.”

“Let’s go get you settled and I’ll settle down and catch up on some e-mails. Lu?”

I turn, looking back at him up the narrow corridor and he grabs my hand drawing it to his lips. “We’re good aren’t we?”

“We’re good, baby. This holiday has been wonderful. Thank you for bringing me - spoiling me.”

“You’re welcome, darling. That’s my prerogative and I’ve loved it too. I’ll never forget it.”

“No - me neither.”

“It’s not the end though - don’t look so sad.” His lips cover mine and I lose myself for a moment in his lemony musk scent, and the sensation that only his body on mine creates.

“I know.”
Well I hope not anyway.

“It’s only the start of things to come.”

Never a truer word said.

*****

    
Curled up on the sofa, in my old PJ’s, with a freshly bathed boy and watching Toy Story 3 Was utter bliss. I’d missed him unbelievably and am happy to just blob tonight the two of us. Sebastian had asked Ralph to drop me off at home first, and I’d promptly undressed and climbed into bed for four hours. I was buggered. When I’d awoken at midday, and heard noises coming from downstairs, I’d found my mum baking with Finn, and busying herself with my a pile of ironing
 
- she deserved a medal that woman.