Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, as he entered her slowly. Liane grabbed his shoulders as he began to pump in and out. He could not take his eyes off her, as they stared into each other’s eyes. Altering the direction of his strokes, he soon found her more sensitive spots as he continued to thrust in and out. Liane dug her nails into his shoulders as she arched against him and screamed out his name. He groaned in response. He loved her passion. As he quickened his strokes, Liane’s eyes grew wider in surprise, as another orgasm rolled through her. Moaning, she lifted her hips as he shortened his strokes groaning as her muscles clenched tightly around him. His orgasm hit hard as he tightened his body in response and spent himself deep inside her. As he lay down next to her, they both laid there panting, unsure what to say.
* * *
Liane woke to insistent knocking and ringing of their doorbell. Donning a robe, she ran downstairs to answer the door. “Tracey!” she screamed and jumped on her friend. She had not seen her in months, since she went abroad with her new gentleman friend she had met at the country club party.
“Oh Liane, I missed you so much,” she said and squeezed her in her embrace. Liane kissed her friend on the cheek a few times.
“Let me get dressed and we will talk,” she said.
“Yes, do hurry; we have so much we need to discuss.” From the tabloids, Tracey had found out about Liane. She was a little sad that her friend had not reached out to her and told her anything.
Liane got dressed ignoring the half-naked man lying on her bed and the urge to climb on top of him. When she finished getting dressed, she scrambled out of the room and joined Tracey in the living room.
“How have you been?” Liane asked her.
“Great.” Tracey flashed Liane the diamond on her finger. Liane gasped and grabbed her hand to inspect the ring.
“Congratulations!” she said as she hugged her friend.
“Thank you. As much as I want to talk about my fiancé, we need to speak about you.”
Liane laughed. She knew she had much to explain. Jean Pierre walked past the room as Tracey pointed him out. “Like that! How did that happen?” she asked. Liane took a deep breath. She started telling Tracey everything. Her friend had her mouth open the entire time.
“This is crazy! You hated the guy,” Tracey said.
“I still do.”
Tracey laughed. “I doubt that.” From what Liane was saying, she could tell that there was chemistry between the two. They fought passionately about silly things that most couples wouldn’t even worry about. It seemed as though they liked being in each other’s faces.
“Believe me. The Crown Prince was the one who named the baby because Jean Pierre and I could not agree on a name.”
“I still think there is something between you two.”
Fortunately for Liane, the nanny came in with Simone and she did not have to answer. Tracey was convinced that there was something between Jean Pierre and her, but she knew there was not. At least she thought there was not.
“She is so cute,” Tracey said as she caressed Simone's tiny hand with her finger. Liane smiled. She was proud to show off her little girl. She held her up to her chest and started breastfeeding her. Tracey talked about her new fiancé and how much fun it was travelling with him. She seemed really happy about it and that she had finally found her prince charming.
***
Liane woke up in the middle of the night to feed Simone and change her nappy. She marched over to Jean Pierre's room and woke him up. It was not fair that he was able to sleep whilst she had to wake up every time. She sat on his bed and kept shaking him until he woke up. “What?” he groaned.
“Simone needs changing,” Liane said.
“Then change her.” He rolled over and faced the other direction.
“No, you are changing her,” Liane shoved him. He groaned as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He frowned when he realised that she was sitting on his bed comfortably holding Simone.
“I don't know how,” he said.
Liane rolled her eyes. She knew that he should have taken parenting classes. “I have already changed her but I will show you tomorrow,” she said as she rubbed Simone's back. Jean Pierre frowned.
“So why wake me?”
“Because I can't keep waking up alone whilst you are here enjoying your sleep.”
Jean Pierre laughed. “Fine, we will wake up together from now on,” he said. He took Simone from Liane.
“Support her head,” she said. He frowned at her.
“Woman, I know how to hold my own child,” he said to her. Liane laughed and put her hands in the air. He rocked Simone until she fell asleep. Liane watched him handle their baby. He was so loving and gentle. It was clear that he loved her.