“There is nothing to watch,” Liane said with frustration.
“You are just being too picky.”
Liane threw the remote control at him. She wanted to pass it to him so that he could choose what to watch but her hand had other thoughts. She threw it harder than she anticipated. Luckily he caught it quickly.
“Trying to kill me?” he asked. Liane started laughing.
“Sorry.” She actually meant it.
“Is that genuine?”
“Take it or leave it.”
Liane fell asleep on the sofa. Her sleep cycle was messed up what with getting up to feed Simone every few hours. Jean Pierre switched off the television. He picked her up and carried her to her room, put her into bed and then covered her with the duvet. He looked down at her. She slept so peacefully. Why couldn’t she be like that all the time? Was he really so bad? He traced her cheekbones with his thumb. Her skin was so soft. Her rose-coloured lips looked so plump and inviting. He could still remember how they felt when he kissed her.
Jean Pierre swallowed nervously because of the uncomfortable feeling in his groin. Liane opened her eyes and found him staring at her. She frowned as she tried to sit up, “What is going on?” she asked.
“Go to sleep,” Jean Pierre said and caressed her cheeks with the back of his hand. He stood up and left the room. Liane closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
Chapter 13
Liane came out of the shower to find Jean Pierre in her room. She screamed loudly and placed her hand on her heart. She was not expecting to see him there. “What are you doing in here?” she asked him. Jean Pierre was looking at her as if she was crazy. She acted as if he was some random stranger instead of her husband.
“Lady, relax, I am here to see Simone,” he replied.
“So where is she?” Liane could not see the baby.
“The nanny is changing her nappy.”
Liane narrowed her gaze. She had never seen him change the baby. He was always hugging her and kissing her but not changing her dirty nappies. “You will have to change her nappy at some point,” she said. Jean Pierre could not even focus on what she was saying. All his brain could register was the fact that she was standing there in nothing but a towel, dripping wet.
“You can get out now,” Liane said. She needed to change but Jean Pierre was in the room. She expected him to either leave or say something stupid as always. To her surprise, he walked over to her and ripped her towel off her body.
Liane gasped and slapped him. “What are you doing?” she demanded. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his body.
“I am kissing my wife,” he told her. Liane had not realised how much she had wanted him to kiss her until he did. She responded quickly as her hands wound their way around his neck. He felt so good.
They had only been kissing for a few seconds, but Liane could already feel his arousal, which made her gasp. Taking advantage, Jean Pierre explored her mouth with his tongue, as Liane moaned and kissed him back, their tongues quickly becoming entwined, as they pushed against each other. Kissing her cheeks, he explored her face, as she made soft noises. Tilting her head, he kissed her neck as she arched against him. He lowered his head and kissed her breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking. He groaned as her nipple hardened to a stiff peak in his mouth. Liane closed her eyes and held onto his neck.
Lifting his head, he kissed her deeply, as he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. As he set her down, Liane immediately began tugging at his clothes as she helped him strip down. “I knew you liked what you saw,” he said with a grin, as Liane rubbed her hands over his chest
“You are so conceited,” Liane said as she pulled him towards her. Kissing him seemed to be the best way to shut him up.
This time was different from the rush of their first time. Jean Pierre took his time as he explored Liane’s body, kissing her everywhere. He was amazing as he took his time arousing her until she was writhing beneath him. As he worked his way down her body, Liane gasped as she clutched at the sheets. Parting her legs, he kissed the insides of her thighs.
He couldn’t believe how good she felt. A part of him was waiting for her to come to her senses and kick him off the bed, but he would continue to press his luck because he couldn’t think straight around her anymore. She was his wife and he wanted her. He wasn’t prepared to accept the ramifications of that thought and was content to make love to her for as long as she would allow.
As he kissed her mound, Liane moaned. Sliding a finger between her slit, he groaned as he could feel her muscle clenching around it. Stroking his finger in and out, Liane continued to moan. He was driving her crazy with desire. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through his hair and tugged. Looking up, Jean Pierre saw Liane looking at him as her eyes smouldered with desire. Smiling, he kissed his way up her body as he looked down at her. She looked so beautiful.