Chapter 64

We quickly did the rounds and said goodnight to Jezza and Hamster. They were both drunk and grinning like old perverts when we announced that we were going to retire for the evening. Ignoring their sly remarks we left the party and took the elevator up to our suite. Entering the room I took the time to admire everything this time; the luxurious interior, the rich fabrics, the absolutely enormous, inviting bed. Coming to a halt in front of the windows I stared at the beautiful view of London at night, shining a little extra now that it was dressed up for Christmas. 
“James, this is... perfect. Thank you,” I sighed, reluctantly turning away from the view. 
“You're welcome,” he smiled. James was hovering in the middle of the room, looking secretive. “Now, I know you can't have champagne or anything, so I went for the next best thing...” He went over to a cupboard door that looked like all the others in the room. Behind it was a hidden refrigerator, and emerging from it James held a tub of Ben & Jerry's and a spoon. He had a boyish, exaggerated grin on him as he held out the tub. I squealed and clapped with happiness, and James grinned widely, satisfied with his own surprise. 
“Go on, sit down.” Landing next to me on the sofa he handed me the tub and spoon, which I accepted eagerly. 
“See, this is why you are the one I want to live my life with,” I said as I tore into the tub. 
“Because I buy you ice cream?” James asked, raising an eyebrow. 
“No. Because you understand me, and know what I need,” I mumbled, then kissed him with a mouth full of cookie dough ice-cream. He hummed and returned the kiss, then licked his lips. 
“That stuff is pretty good.”
“What, the kisses or the ice cream?”
“Mmm both,” he hummed and I kissed him again. For a while we sat there in silence, me in my gown and James in his fancy suit, happily sharing the ice cream, chuckling and making a deliberate mess of things. Feeling more relaxed, we both kicked off our shoes and sank deeper into the sofa.
“So it this my reward for not punching your ex in the face?” I smirked, unable to stop myself from asking. 
“Not really. She actually deserved a good wallop the way she was behaving. She was awful to you.“
“I still can't believe you dated someone as horrid as her.”
“You kissed my best mate,” James retorted back instantly.
“... Touché!” I snorted. Both of us were far too flirty and content to have a mind to be annoyed with each other, we both were just teasing. Putting down the half-empty tub of ice cream I rose out of the sofa and extended a hand to James. He peered questioningly at me. 
“You promised me lots of dancing, Mister May,” I said portentously. 
“Well, of course, Miss Brendan,” he said and shot out of his seat, hurriedly taking my hand and following me out onto the open floor. Hungry for closeness I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close. “Hmm there's no music,” James pointed out pedantically.
“I don't care,” I said in a low, seductive voice, leaning in to kiss him slowly. James hummed and deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arms closer around me. We quickly gave up any pretense of dancing as we both lost ourselves in each others lips. An involuntary wince escaped me as James expertly ran his tongue over my bottom lip, knowing full well what it did to me. Suddenly I had a vivid flash of Janet kissing James. Her lean, tanned arms around his neck, her lips on his. Would he have done the same thing to her, kissed her the same way? Jealousy and frustration flared up in me. I kissed him harder, possessively, desperate to force the image out of my head. James was here, he was kissing me, holding me, there was no point in thinking about her. James hummed and ran his hands over my back and down my bum, responding to my kisses. Releasing his lips I stared hard into his eyes. “God, I want you so much, I have all night. You have no idea how strapping you look in that suit. With your wavy, gorgeous hair and those dazzling blue eyes,” I crooned, staring admiringly at him. James blushed and blinked a few times as he always did when he was paid a compliment and felt awkward. 
“If I didn't know any better I'd think you were coming on to me,” he smirked. 
“Oh I definitely am.” Slowly I slipped my hands inside the collar of his dinner jacket, slipping my palms over his shoulders and down his arms, removing the jacket, feeling his shape as I went. Distractedly I tossed the jacket over the back of the sofa, then turned my attention to his bow-tie. Holding his gaze firmly I undid the bow, pulled it off and threw it in the same direction as the jacket. I began on the buttons on his shirt but only managed to undo a few before I couldn't stand it any longer and had to kiss him again, this time slipping my hand underneath his shirt-collar, taking his neck in a firm hold.
“Emily...” James began, gently pulling away from me. “I have a confession to make.” The way he said it made me slightly unnerved. 
“What?”
“I really want to take that dress off you, but I've been looking for a zip all evening and I can't find it.” I couldn't help but giggle at the slightly despairing look on James' face. 
“Here, baby... It's at the back, under a seam,” I explained, turning my back to him. James fumbled a little at my back and then made a sound of revelation as he found it.
“Aha, there's the bugger...” He mumbled. As my zip started to open I also felt his lips at the back of my neck, kissing and licking my skin. Goosebumps blossomed on my neck and back as he caressed me with his mouth. Having pulled the zip all the way down he slid the straps down my shoulders, his fingertips delicately tracking the path of the straps as the slid down my arms and the dress eventually fell to the floor. Before I had a chance to turn around he wrapped his arms closely around me, burying his face against the side of my neck. Rough, manly palms slid over my growing tummy and my hips. “Mm, I love your body,” he hummed. “I want you all the time. I always do.” 
“Even now?”
“Even more now. Does that make me a pervert of some kind?” 
“Mm, a little. But you're my pervert,” I giggled and turned around in his arms. 
“Is that... new?” James' eyes widened as I turned around and he eyed my underwear, which matched the dress I had been wearing earlier.
“Um, yeah... My bras barely fit any more, for… natural physiological reasons,” I said with a little shrug. 
“I have noticed,” he grinned. “It's not a complaint, its an observation,” he added quickly, holding up his palms disarmingly. Seizing the opportunity I quickly undid James' belt and suit trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Not hearing any complaints from James I made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and unceremoniously pulled it off him. Considering himself undressed enough, James strong, tanned arms clamped around me like a vice and he pulled me backwards to the bed, sitting down with me straddling his lap. The warm, electric feeling as his skin hit mine made my breath hitch in my throat. James' hands sprang to the back of my bra, frantically trying to undo it. “For crying out loud, I hate it when they're new...” He grumbled. Giggling to myself I let him fiddle for a bit while I distracted him by kissing and dragging my teeth across his collarbone. My heart was racing like mad and I could already feel the pulsating, wet warmth between my legs. Finally getting the bra-clasp open James tore it off me with a huff and clamped his arms around me again. We both groaned as we made contact again. “C'mere,” he mumbled between kisses and inched back on the bed, moving further onto it. I inched after him on my knees, refusing to break the kiss. James remained sitting on the middle of the bed, me still straddling him. Bending down a little he trailed hot, eager kisses down my chest and I buried my fingers into his hair, breathing heavily. 
“Oh, god...” I moaned as James' lips reached my breasts. They had grown increasingly more sensitive lately, so much so that James knew to be more careful with them or it would just be uncomfortable. Without even thinking about it I was rocking on James' lap, grinding my hips against him. When James removed his mouth from my breasts he straightened up, looking at me with glittering eyes and his hair on end. I looked back at him with an open mouth, my breath fast and ragged. 
“You seem a little flustered, Miss Brendan...” he smirked proudly, thoroughly enjoying how easy I was to excite. 
“You are such a.. thorough scamp,” I breathed. 
“And you are going to become a mother? With that potty mouth?” He teased. His hand which had been resting on my back, slid around my side to the front along the edge of the knickers, his fingertips barely brushing my skin. The fingertips swooped down between my legs and James grinned when he felt the dampness and the heat emanating through the fabric. He quickly ran his fingers over the wet spot a few times, but before I had a chance to react his hand had made its way into my knickers. James' eyes was locked into mine as he rubbed my pussy with his palm. Clinging onto his neck, unable to take my eyes from him, I gasped open-mouthed as one fingertip, then two made their way between my labia, finding my clit. James' fingers were relentless as he worked on me. I bit my lip to silence myself, gasping again. For a moment I just closed my eyes and entirely gave over to pleasure, but sensing how quickly it was mounting in me, my eyes snapped open again. 
“No, wait.... James... Stop,” I gasped, barely getting the words out.
“Why?” He challenged.
“Stop, or I'll..” The rest of my sentence turned into a groan. 
“Come? That was my intention,” he growled, not letting up. 
“Jesus..!” I groaned, clinging to James. Realising that James wasn't going to stop I closed my eyes, giving over to pleasure again as I began to grind my hips against his fingers, moving faster and faster. My chase for my climax was over almost before it began and I froze up, gasping for air before I lost control and began bucking and shaking against him, yowling with pleasure. As the orgasm receded I came to my senses again, releasing the clutch I had on James' neck. Opening my eyes I was met by James' mischievous look. Lost for words, all I could do was stare at him as a shudder ran through me. 
“You okay?” James whispered when I still hadn't said anything, brushing his nose gently against mine. 
“Mmm, very. Thank you,” I said. Taking his lips in a tender kiss I pushed him gently down onto the mattress, slipping a pillow under his head. Coming to rest on top of him I ran my hand over his hair and cheek before letting go of his lips. “Lying like this is becoming a bit of a balancing act,” I smiled, feeling how my tummy was starting to get in the way. Resting against him I felt his erection trapped between us, and I decided I wanted to return the favour. I kissed his mouth again, then trailed kisses down his neck and chest. Sitting on my knees next to him I slipped a finger into the lining of his boxers, beginning to pull them down. James raised his hips a little to help me, and I slid his boxers down his legs and threw them on the floor. Not having revealed my intentions to James I felt his eyes on me, watching me intently as I bent low to kiss his hip and lower stomach. Straightening up again I locked eyes with him then gently wrapped my palm around his cock. James gave a little sigh of relief and did his best to keep his eyes open. I swirled my thumb over his sensitive head, making him even more wet than he already was. Teasingly slowly I began moving my hand up and down his length. He gave a little groan of pleasure and his eyelids fluttered, but he was still refusing to let me go with his eyes. Sitting on my knees by his hips like this, touching or focusing on no other part of James than his crotch was something new, something I hadn't tried before. Feeling James' eyes staring at me so intently I felt a little self-conscious. But most of all I just wanted to repay some of the intense pleasure James had given me, and from where I was sitting now I could gauge all his reactions; his facial expressions changing, his hands clenching up, his chest heaving. Increasing the pace a little resulted in James giving another moan and closing his eyes, digging the back of his head into the pillow. Seizing the opportunity while he wasn't looking I slipped my free hand up the inside of his thigh and cupped his scrotum gently. He froze a little at this new, unexpected sensation. Still pumping him I kept my other hand still for a moment, then I gently began moving my fingertips, barely massaging him. Another half-surprised groan escaped James, and looking up at him quickly his eyes was still closed, his cheeks flushed. Encouraged by this I massaged his balls a little harder, also increasing the pace with which I was stroking him. 
“Oh goh---” James winced, instinctively raising his hips up to my hand. I enjoyed this, enjoyed the reactions I was getting from him, seeing the pleasure I was giving him. James was leaking now, becoming increasingly more wet. Getting carried away by an urge to experiment I pressed two fingers against his perineum, massaging it gently while still cupping his balls. In response James' cock twitched and he raised his hips up to meet my hand. “Fucking hell, that feel so fucking... good...” I couldn't help but give a satisfied smirk as I looked at James. He was completely lost in a world of pleasure, his mouth hanging open, his eyes tightly shut. Wanting to see how far I could push him I bent low and placed my mouth over the head of his cock, swirling my tongue over and around it, all the while massaging his balls. “Bloody...!” He gasped as he felt the added sensation of my tongue on him, and his breathing grew quicker while he huffed, moaned and swore erratically. I slid more of him into my mouth, feeling his salty taste on my tongue. His cock was straining now, almost painful, and I knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. I wanted him to come, but not without me, so I took my lips off him, then removed my hands. James' eyes sprang open, full of desperation. 
“God, Emily...” he began complaining, watching me straightening up. Standing on my knees on the bed I calmly pulled my knickers down and took them off. “.. you can't just... stop...” James continued, but his voice trailed off as he watched the knickers disappear, mesmerized. 
“I'm not,” I said determinedly as I swung a leg over his hips, straddling him. Leaning down, supporting myself on my arms, I hovered over him, gazing into his eyes. Slowly I grinded against him, rubbing my wet pussy against his already tortured cock. James' hands dug into my hips, pushing himself up against me. Angling my hips a little was enough to let him slide inside me, and we both let out a groan of relief. Feeling him inside me made my own passion flare up instantly, like a thousand fires, I couldn't restrain myself and go slow. Huffing and wincing I rocked quickly on James' cock, as much out to please myself as him. 
“I'm not... going to last long,” James warned with a huff. 
“Me neither, so don't worry,” I huffed back. Standing on all fours over James I thrust down against him, hard and fast. James raised his hips up to meet me, matching my speed. His arms were clamped around my lower back, pulling me down towards him to increase the force, and his mouth was against my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin. The sound of our bodies slamming against each other mixed with the sounds of our heavy breathing, our gasps and moans as the pleasure intensified for both of us. I moaned James' name as a way of warning when I felt something shift within me, letting me know that in a few more thrusts I would explode. My breath hitched in my throat and I couldn't breathe as the orgasm first hit me, every nerve and muscle in my body tensed up. The way I had groaned his name and the way I was now clenching around him pushed James over, and he dug his fingers into my bum and slammed his hips up against me a few more times before he seized up in a long, strained groan. I was amazed when I realised I could actually feel him come, how his cock pulsated as he emptied himself into me. Heaving for air with a sting in my chest I collapsed against him. We lay completely still for a while as we regained our breaths. After a while James wrapped a strong arm around me and gently laid me on my side next to him. Smiling a little he ran his hand over my hair, studying me. There was warmth and adoration in his eyes, but also something else, something that looked like disbelief or awe. I lowered my eyebrows a little, wordlessly asking him what was on his mind. He shook his head almost imperceptibly.
“Sex has never felt this way before,” he said quietly. 
“Like just now?” I frowned a little. If that was what he meant, what had made this time so special? He shook his head again.
“No, just... with you. I know we've been together nearly a year now, but it still blows my mind, the way it feels. I never thought I'd get to have sex like this with anyone. Ever.”
“...No?” I asked, unable to keep myself from smiling as I felt touched and just a little proud. 
“I thought I'd had good sex before I met you, but... And I don't know what makes it so different. Maybe its just because I trust you so completely, being with you has always felt so safe and familiar. Or maybe its just because I love you in a way I have never loved another human in my entire life.” 
“That might be it,” I nodded slowly, smiling from ear to ear. “Or maybe I'm just a goddess in bed?” I suggested, but chuckled at my own brashness. “I know what you mean, though... I feel the same way, its never felt the way it does with you. I love you, too,” I sighed happily and kissed him. 
“I have a suggestion. Want to come take a bath with me? The tub at home isn't big enough to fit both of us, but this one is.” 
“That is a most excellent suggestion,” I grinned. 
“I'll go and sort that out then. You just stay here and relax until I call you, yeah?” James suggested, leaning in for a quick kiss. I remained on the bed as James crawled out of it. Unable to help myself I followed him with my eyes as he made his way around the bed and towards the bathroom. 
“I really like your bum!” I called after him as he disappeared. I heard him laugh, then the water running. With a content sigh I rolled onto my back and looked around the room, taking in the beautiful surroundings. I ran my palms absent-mindedly over my stomach, caressing it. Wonder what it was doing now? Was he or she sleeping? Or maybe wondering what on earth mummy had just been doing? 
“Come on.” James' head appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, and I crawled ungraciously out of bed and padded naked into the bathroom. James had lit a few candles along a tiled edge of the tub and turned down the lights a little. 
“I do really love your bum,” I insisted as I reached James, slipped my arms around him and squeezed his arse. 
“That's your horny hormones talking,” he said sternly. 
“Oooh no, I loved this arse loooong before any horny hormones came into the picture,” I persisted, squeezing again. 
“Will you just get into the damn tub, woman,” he huffed, pretending to be a little annoyed. Even so he held my hand, supporting me as I climbed into the steaming warm water. 
“Oh god, hot, hot!” I squealed as I immersed my body. 
“Move over a little,” James said as he climbed in. He sat down behind me, slipping a leg on either side of me. Resting back against the tub he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him. I leaned backwards, resting my back against his chest, melting into him. 
“James... We have to get a bigger tub,” I sighed. 
“I know,” he said quietly and kissed the side of my face. A serene calm descended between us as I played with James' fingers, enjoying the warm water and the feel of being in his arms. “Are you looking forward to Christmas?” James asked after a long silence.
“Hm? Yeah, I am... I mean, it'll be strange not being with my family, it'll be the first time in my entire life that I'm not with at least some of them. But last year, all I did was miss you the entire time, it took the fun out of everything.” 
“.. And we weren't even together then,” he pointed out.
“That's what I'm looking forward to this Christmas. Spending it with you.” 
“Even if that means being with my family?” He challenged, I could hear the teasing smirk in his voice. 
“Yes,” I answered simply. “Besides, it's just for a day or two, right?” 
“Mm,” James hummed. “I want you all to myself for the rest of the holidays.” 
“You have me all to yourself all the time,” I pointed out, smiling. 
“But I won't have for that much longer,” he retorted mildly, slipping his palm over my stomach. “I just can't wait to spend my first Christmas with you.” I ran my hands over James' under the water. 
“Can you believe that by next Christmas we'll have a seven month old baby in our house?” I mused. 
“Mmmno. I'm trying to get to grips with that fact every day, really,” he admitted.
“Me too.” Sighing happily I rested my head back against James' shoulder, utterly at peace with everything in the world. Then my head snapped upright again. “James. I just realised I don't have anything with me bar my underwear and a now very crumpled gown lying on the floor out there.”
“Don't worry, I packed a few things. T-shirt, jumper, shoes, jeans...”
“Did you take the ones with the e-..”
“Yes, I took the ones with the elastic-y bit on,” he droned, I could practically hear him roll his eyes behind me. I had given up on proper jeans and bought a few maternity ones, just because they were more comfortable. 
“Good spaniel,” I said and patted his arm, resting back against him. 
“Good spaniels think of everything,” he said matter of factly. “Besides, you are not going to wear anything until tomorrow morning anyway..”
“Okay...” I said, twisting my neck in order to give him a peck on the cheek. James' hand began moving over my body, effortlessly sliding over my chest and stomach, my hips and thighs. I felt extremely comfortable in the warm water, being cocooned in James' lap, his arms and legs around me, and I made a purring sound that made James chuckle softly. His hands paused by my breasts, cupping each one lightly while caressing them with his thumbs.
“What are you doing?” I asked quietly with my eyes closed. 
“Just touching you...” He replied innocently. Soft, light kisses fell on my ear and neck. My sensitive breasts responded quickly to James' handling, however gentle, and my nipples grew hard and rough against his thumb. Having gotten the resulted he wanted, his hands slid from my breasts and traveled down my body again, over my sides and hips. Reaching my thigh, one of his hands slipped to the inside of it, grazing over the skin lightly until his hand came to rest against my pussy. I felt James' breath in my ear, then how he took my earlobe between his lips, sucking on it before dragging his teeth lightly over it. At the same time he parted me with his fingers and began caressing my clit with his fingertip. I had no other word for it, his touch was so gentle and tender. Unaware of doing it I spread my legs a little. 
“Oh god.. James...” I breathed, feeling how my blood began rushing in my veins.
“Hmm?” James hummed into my ear, deep and seductive, his voice resonated within me and made me shiver. 
“I've already.. come twice....” I stammered, almost feeling guilty for being given so much attention. 
“I'm not keeping score,” he said flatly, his voice still hushed and seductive. “For once I have more stamina than you. And I will never be able to make you come this easily again, so let me just enjoy it, yeah?” While he spoke his fingertips kept caressing my clit. “Have you ever had an orgasm under water?” His lips brushed delicately over my neck, the sensation was so delightful I shuddered in his arms. 
“No...” I breathed. When he spoke again his voice was just a whisper, he spoke close to my ear, his lips sometimes brushing over it. “See... I love being able to do this... Love being able to do something that feels good for you, something that gives you pleasure....” While he spoke he rubbed my clit a little firmer, making me draw my breath sharply. “I love that just by touching you like this... I can make your heart beat faster... Your mouth falls open as your breathing gets heavier.... And your eyes close because you can't focus on seeing, all you want to focus on is the pleasure you're feeling.” At this point my eyes were already closed. My head was resting back against James' shoulder and I rested completely against him, feeling as if I had James all around me. As the intensity of the pleasure rose a little I bit my bottom lip as a wince escaped me. His lips brushed over my skin again before he continued in the same low, husky whisper. “I love that sound. I love being able to make you wince and moan, and sometimes even scream in ecstasy...” As the tension rose even more in me I grabbed hold of the edge of the tub, needing something to hold on to. James' free hand, which had been resting on my stomach, slid up to a breast and cupped it, flicking his thumb over my nipple. I gasped and tensed up even more in his arms, pushing my hips against his hand. “I love being able to make you arc your back like that... Like a cat stretching.. Love feeling your nipples grow hard, and your pussy grow wet under my fingers...” James was in total control of everything he was doing to me, he was playing all my keys as well as he could play his piano. My mind was reeling, overloaded from all the different sensations. I didn't know what to focus on, his hand between my legs, his fingers pinching my nipple lightly, his breath and voice in my ear, it was all too much. Arching my back even more I dug the back of my head into James' shoulder, raising my hips, desperate for more. “I love making you beg me to go faster... Or harder... When you beg me not to stop...” As he said this his fingers eased up on the pressure and speed, knowing he had slowed down at a crucial time. The pit of my stomach was burning, my entire being was throbbing, it felt like he'd left me hanging on the edge of a cliff. 
“Don't stop, James...! Harder...!” I begged, plunging a hand into the water and placing it on top of his, pressing his hand against my pussy. James listened to my begging and increased the pressure on my clit again. “Oh god, right there..!” I huffed as he hit exactly the right spot. Resolutely running his fingertips over me, he pinched my nipple and sucked at my earlobe at the same time. I jerked against his hand, moaning loudly.
“But most of all I love... making you come. I love hearing the change in your voice, the way your legs start to shake... The way you tense up just as your body is about to let go, the way you twitch and tremble as the orgasm washes through you...” I could barely hear James' words, all I could focus on was the climax that was building in me, but I vaguely registered that my body was doing everything he was saying. As the orgasm finally hit I grinded my hips frantically at his hand, needing more, always more. James' fingers kept their relentless pace on my clit as I rode out my orgasm, holding me tight against his own body with his free arm. After a few long, strained groans I collapsed against James, and for along while all that could be heard was the gentle slosh of the water and my heavy breathing. His hand slid gently away from my pussy and he wrapped both arms around me, just holding me quietly, letting me enjoy the remnants of my high in peace. Regaining the use of my limbs I ran my hand over James' arm, caressing him. 
“If you keep this up... I'm not going to have the energy to be a mum,” I mumbled, nearly too tired to speak. James chuckled softly. 
“Ready to go to bed? Its probably getting very, very late...”
“Hmm...” I hummed. Finding the energy to move away from him and get out of the warm water was almost impossible, in the end James had to give me a hand. We wrapped each other in crisp, fluffy, white towels, brushed our teeth and crawled into bed. James flicked off the lights and pulled me closer, sighing happily. “James? When do we have to check out tomorrow?”
“... Exactly when we want to,” he mumbled, already half asleep. 
“And when is breakfast?”
“When we call room-service.”