Pearl Trilogy: Shimmers Of Pearl Part 11

Pearl Trilogy: Shimmers Of Pearl Part 11

Chapter Eight.

Waking up next to Alexandre is pure heaven. We dozed off, intertwined together like ivy, last night, listening to each other's heart beats, soothed by one another's breath. I fell asleep, dreaming of ocean waves. His smell...it's intoxicating, and I was reminded of how much I had missed him. The idea that I have spent so many nights alone is heartbreaking. All those wasted hours. When we needed each other - when we could have helped each other. Perhaps that's what an engagement is all about. A test to make you stronger. Although I doubt any other couple has endured what we have unwittingly putting each other through such turmoil.

I observe him now, his lids closed in deep slumber, yet beneath the sheets another story is being told; a huge p.e.n.i.s, smooth as alabaster, proud as the Washington monument, is puckering up the bedclothes with its rock-hard stance. I don't want to wake him but I can't resist. How I've missed that core of him. I've dreamed of it, come in my sleep thinking of it.

I nestle my head on his stomach and let my tongue flicker on the end of his crown. It's bigger than my dreams had allowed me to remember. I nip the rounded end of it and he groans quietly. Then I guide my tongue down his length in semi darkness under the sheet. I take one ball in my mouth and suck on it languidly. I can feel his arms now stroking my hair. He flexes his hips up a notch and I hear him say, "Oh f.u.c.k, oh wow, I've missed this." My t.i.ts are alive with desire, my nipples aflame with sensation and I need him to play with them. I wriggle up the bed until I'm straddling him.

I lean my b.r.e.a.s.t.s over his erection, take it in my hands and tease my nipples with its smooth head. Holy hotness, I'm wired like an electric cable everything is connected and desire shoots through me in pulsating tingles and spasms. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s have always been sensitive but lately, since pregnancy, even a breeze of cool air can get them excited.




Alexandre's eyes spring open, "Jesus, Pearl, your t.i.ts... I need to f.u.c.k those beautiful big, pregnant t.i.ts."

When I told him last night about the Indian Ayurvedic doctor I thought he'd think she was a quack but he said, old wives' tale or not, I'm not going to be the one to put it to the test'. He swears, even if I beg him, that he won't penetrate me. I wonder how long I can hold out, though.

I suck on him, then move my body up a bit and swirl his c.o.c.k about my nipples again, mewing softly with pleasure. The wetness of my saliva makes them pucker into tight, dusky-red buds; I re-position myself and rub my c.l.i.t against Alexandre's muscular thigh as I continue teasing my nipples. I start moaning from my head to my tail bone, this feels amazing.

"f.u.c.k, your p.u.s.s.y's soaked," he murmurs, thrusting his leg at me, keeping up the pressure.

I rub against his solid thigh, back and forth, and he pushes it hard against me so my c.l.i.t is getting a real ma.s.sage. I continue teasing my nipples, slapping them now, using his p.e.n.i.s like a whip. He starts rubbing his leg rhythmically against me; I graze his erection round and round in circles on my nipples, taking it in turn with each one, as I feel the build-up and I start coming hard a series of long, slow convulsions and spasms explode inside me, my nipples harder than bullets, stimulated beyond imagination. I'm letting out moaning wails with every sweet spasm.

"That's right, baby, let your little treasure come on me I'm going to keep you coming for the rest of your life."

I collapse on top of him, my afterglow alight like burning embers, and after a few minutes of relaxation, he rolls me over gently, straddling me without any of his weight. I see his taut stomach ripple with lean muscles and his huge c.o.c.k nestle itself between my t.i.ts. He pushes them carefully together, almost enclosing his hard shaft. I take over, pressing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s tightly around him and he begins to f.u.c.k my chest, his b.a.l.l.s rubbing lightly against my skin, his c.o.c.k pressing hard against my breastbone, the tip almost reaching the hollow in my neck every time he pushes northwards. I keep my b.r.e.a.s.t.s squeezed together, putting the pressure on his thick, long length.

His movements are languid as if he's really making love to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his eyes transfixed on my swollen b.o.o.bs, his s.e.x mantra punctuated by thrusts. "These. Hot. h.o.r.n.y. t.i.ts. Making. My. c.o.c.k. So. f.u.c.king. Hard. My. Seed. Exploded. In. Your. Hot. Pearlette. f.u.c.king. You. To. Pregnancy. So. f.u.c.king. s.e.xy." He groans. Scorching, creamy c.u.m starts spurting on my face, my t.i.ts, my neck - shooting out like a fountain. He's crying out, "Pearl, baby, I love you." His o.r.g.a.s.m is super-intense I can tell he's charged with pa.s.sion; his face twists as if he's in pain.

He stills as his climax slowly fades, his c.o.c.k flexing in spasms, and then laughs out loud and shakes his dark head of hair, "f.u.c.k, that was fast."

I smile. "For both of us."

"Did you notice something? We didn't even kiss. We were both so hungry to release weeks of s.e.xual build-up and tension, that we haven't even said h.e.l.lo properly."

I laugh, and run my finger over my sticky b.r.e.a.s.t.s, scooping up a taste of him and popping it into my mouth. "Powerful stuff this," I remark. "It can make a woman pregnant."

His mouth flicks into a broad grin. "Hang on, cherie I'll get a towel." He kisses me lightly on the nose, goes to the bathroom and comes back with a damp washcloth. He gently wipes his sea of pleasure off my chest. "I just want you to know something, Pearl..."

A panic of fear sweeps through me; a twisting, chilling knot in my solar plexus. Another secret? Something else he's been holding back?

But he laces his fingers through mine and whispers in my ear; the soft wind of his breath sending shivers down my spine, "Of all the women I've ever been with, you are the most spectacular, the most beautiful, the most in every, single way."

The knot unfurls and my heart feels as if it will explode with happiness.

"And I'm not just talking about s.e.x. I'm talking about love, cherie. I love you, Pearl. Even in the days when I was happy with Laura, I never felt so serene, so at home with her as I do with you. I have never experienced this deep, bottomless ocean of love with anyone but you. It's almost as if it hurts, there's so much love bursting inside of me."

"s.e.m.e.n bursting inside of you," I joke, but then immediately wish I hadn't made less of what he has just shared with me, opening his heart up the way he has. I tighten my grip on his hand, "I feel that bursting love, too."

He takes a loose, sticky tendril of my hair and parts it away from my face. He lifts his head from my ear and his crooked smile seems thoughtful as he squints, honing his gaze on mine. "We both need a shower, I think."

I enter the steamy shower with Alexandre. It is almost like a little room. It is all tiled in white mosaic, including the built-in bench The heat suddenly gets to me and I sit down. He's standing before me; my eyes are level with his beautiful, muscular a.s.s. He is like one of those Greek statues but so much better endowed oh yes, this art is more exquisite than you would see in any museum, his sculpted thighs, his taut, flexing gluteus maximus, the glorious V that runs from his waist to the core of him the core that has me light-headed, that has created the living seed inside of me, the tiny being that belongs to us both.

"He holds my hand as the hot water rains from above. "Are you okay, baby, you looked a bit dazed."

True. I am in a daze. This is real. We are together and in love. We are going to have a baby. "I'm fine, I just get a little dizzy in the mornings."

Alexandre lathers up his hands with some lavender body wash and begins to cleanse my shoulders very gently, moving his hands softly about my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and under my arms as he lifts each up to ma.s.sage me. This is crazy...his soapy hands softly kneading my b.r.e.a.s.t.s is turning me on again. I am like a hormone machine. I don't know if it's because that crazy Indian doctor forbade intercourse that I have it constantly on the brain, or if it's my pregnancy playing havoc with my body parts, but flashes of Alexandre claiming me, pumping me with heavy thrusts into my wet hole has me squirming. His p.e.n.i.s has hardened with every one of his gentle strokes and his fingers gently tug on my nipple, shooting tingles directly to my pulsating c.l.i.t. I grab his b.u.t.t and pull him close to me, nipping softly on his b.a.l.l.s as the water falls on my face and b.r.e.a.s.t.s like a cascade. Just the pressure of water is doing things to me, let alone the vision I have before me the veritable piece of art that is my fiance.

"Alexandre," I moan into his thick, hard c.o.c.k, licking the under-shaft with long sweeping strokes of my tongue.

"Pearl, oh yeah, baby." He's holding my hands, his legs astride to lower the height of his body so he is at the right level for me. My lips nibble his length and my tongue flickers all over the enormity of his smooth, dreamy c.o.c.k. Not even Michelangelo could have created a p.e.n.i.s so beautiful as Alexandre's. I think of riding him, how he fills up my walls, pressing all the right places which effortlessly brings me to mind-blowing o.r.g.a.s.ms every time, and just the memory of it makes my core pulsate, swelling with needy desire.

"I need you to f.u.c.k me, Alexandre," I breathe into his groin.

"Not a chance, until these three months are up, baby."

I take some body wash on my hand and begin to lather his b.a.l.l.s, tracing my fingers up the crack of his b.u.t.t, exploring the dips and valleys of his solid boulder of an a.s.s. I turn him around so it's in my face. Water is cascading over us and I let all the soapiness rinse away before I part his b.u.t.t with my fingers. I begin my tongue's journey from his swollen, hard sacks up his crack, lashing my tongue up and down. I can hear his low moans beneath the rush of water. There it is, that scar. Once, I asked him how he got it and he wouldn't tell. I kiss him there, now licking the old wound with all the love I have inside me. Then I trace my tongue up and probe his hole only a woman beside herself in love would do anything so intimate. I hear a low growl emanate from deep within him. His right hand is on his erection now, fisting it into a tight vice.

"Come on my face, Alexandre. Come on my lips, come all over me, baby." I guide his body back around so I can see his glorious c.o.c.k as he slides his hand up and down from the huge crown to the root, his long fingers gripping tightly about himself. All I can think of is it inside me, f.u.c.king me, slapping itself on my c.l.i.t when it withdraws, then ravaging me with hard, ruthless, pumping thrusts. I'm aching, tingling, delirious with the s.p.a.ce that is between us. I need my fiance inside me.

Alexandre's tongue runs along his parted lips, his green eyes hooded with pleasure as if he is thinking exactly the same thing...f.u.c.king me...owning me...ripping through the core of me with his relentless virile masculinity. The fingers of his left hand are in my mouth and I suck them, imagining my mouth is my man-eating Venus; that his fingers are his c.o.c.k - I pull them in, my lips a vacuum. I also cup his b.a.l.l.s with my hand. My gesture makes his hips jerk his hand jacks his c.o.c.k back and forth at a feverish pace.

"Pearl," he cries out as c.u.m starts spurting everywhere like the Trevi Fountain.

Rivers of white-hot c.u.m snake over my still seated body as the water washes it away. Alexandre catches back his breath, gets down on his haunches and takes my face in his hands. He starts with a flick of the tongue and I moan into his mouth, opening my lips letting the kiss go deeper, tongues tangling and probing together, sending direct hits to my c.l.i.t. I see his p.e.n.i.s harden and I whimper at how h.o.r.n.y I feel. I want that between my legs. His kisses brush my jaw, my neck and then my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. My legs splay open in readiness and I cry out- "Please, I beg you, f.u.c.k me!"

He sucks each nipple in turn, and I throw my head back in ecstasy. He turns on the hand-held shower and directs the water at my ready, h.o.r.n.y v.u.l.v.a and the power of the spray has my juices oozing with excitement. I jut my hips forward to meet the tingling pressure on my c.l.i.t and jerk with spasms of pleasure, feeling I could come at any moment. Every bit of my body is alive with sensation. Then he holds the shower head away and nestles his face between my thighs his hair tickling my flesh as he begins his slow, languid tease. He doesn't touch my c.l.i.t with his tongue, no, the water has already made it super-sensitive. He avoids it, flicking and wavering his hot lips everywhere else so I am moaning and begging.

"Please, Alexandre."

"See how wet you are for me, baby? When I f.u.c.k you your tight pearlette is like a welcoming haven for my c.o.c.k, clinging onto it like a tight glove, contracting around my c.o.c.k - never wanting to let me go." Then he slips his magic thumb inside my glistening hole, slowly lingering there until it finds its way to my lush Garden of Eden - my G-spot.

"I never want to let you go," I scream out, tortured by pleasure.

Every part of me is clamoring for attention. Just as I thought it couldn't get more intense, Alexandre starts sucking at my nipples again, his thumb still inside me. The familiar electricity sparks my connected inner-wires t.i.ts, c.l.i.t, mouth, all quivering in unison, building up to the Mighty O. With his other hand he presses my c.l.i.t with his flattened fingers, gently rubbing in small circles his thumb on the nub of my G-spot, the pressure on my c.l.i.t, his tongue on my t.i.ts it's as if there are three Alexandre Chevaliers all at once... as if I'm in the s.e.xiest threesome in the universe. I arch my back and push out my hips, moving my a.s.s up and down, pressing hard against his fingers.

"Alexandre!" The force of his touch his lips on my t.i.ts, his thumb, his fingers, has me coming in a rush of frenzied contractions. I hold his head to balance myself - I feel as if my whole body could detonate with bliss and pleasure-pounding gratification. "Aah...Alexandre," I scream out like a banshee.

Half a minute later, I feel weak; my o.r.g.a.s.m has sucked all the life out of me as it pounds its way to a plateau, and finally calms itself like a gentle heart beat.

Alexandre turns off the faucet, coc.o.o.ns me in a warm, larger-than-life towel, and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me on the mattress like a sleeping baby and says, "You rest, my angel, I'm going to make us some breakfast. You need your strength as I'm not done yet, certain parts of my body are aching for more of this. Call me a beast...I am...I can't get enough of my pregnant fiancee. After we've eaten, I'm going to tease you into another o.r.g.a.s.m, but this time we're going to come simultaneously."

He pats me dry with the towel I see his erection is full-on again. Hearing me scream, watching me climax so intensely has gotten him hot once more. We are both insatiable. I lie there, feeling very pregnant and yes still h.o.r.n.y as a rabbit in spring. How does he know I want more? As if he can read my body. I cannot believe I am so wanton. And I know Alexandre. His Latin blood has been bubbling away. Aware that his seed is inside me, growing every day, makes him want to claim me whole possess me even more. Never have I been so turned on. Never have I felt so ravenous for s.e.x.

And never have I wanted a man to own me. Until now. I ache for that wedding ring to be planted on my finger. I want Alexandre's hard c.o.c.k inside me whenever he wishes it. I need to be dominated by him. Enjoyed by him. I want to be a vessel for his pleasure. Forever and ever. Does that make me crazy?

A revelation strikes me. This is the first time I have really truly been in love and wanted to put another person's happiness before my own. Everything else has been a dress rehearsal.

This is it. Now. This is the final act. And I'd better not blow it.

Chapter Nine.

We sit on the bed eating breakfast the usual mouth-watering selection of patisserie, freshly squeezed juices and fruit. No coffee for me, at least for now. I know that a woman in her twenties could probably guzzle down whatever she chose, but I have to be vigilant; this could be my last opportunity to be pregnant I shouldn't take any risks, even with something innocuous as coffee.

Alexandre brushes the back of his hand along my cheek. "Thank you, Pearl, for letting me forget about my quandary for a while."

I kiss his hand. "I know. s.e.x and sleep are the only two temporary cures."

"Every time I wake up, I'm okay for a few split seconds, and then I remember the mess I'm in."

"We're in," I correct. "We're in this together."

"I wish you weren't involved in this fiasco. My mind spins in circles all day long; I just can't come up with a solution. Laura's threat could cause havoc. My uncle, my father's brother if he got wind of this...he's never believed my father just disappeared; he's always been suspicious. If he knew about this, he'd be down on my mother like a ton of bricks."

I feel so bad for Alexandre the searing regret he must feel at not having destroyed the evidence when he had the chance. "It's in a safe deposit box in the bank, right?" I ask.

"That's what Laura says."

"We have two options: to steal it back or to make her give it up." I take a long swig of apple juice.

"She won't, there's no way. Even if, hypothetically, I gave her everything she wanted, she'd still protect herself; still wrap up her blackmail like a neat burrito."

"Then we must steal the evidence. Well, not steal. It doesn't belong to her in the first place."

"It's in a vault in the bank. I may have a bit of money and can pull some strings but I'm not Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible. Nor can I pay anyone to do it for me. The job's too...too b.l.o.o.d.y difficult."

"Not do a robbery in that way, silly."

He stares at me and shakes his head. "No way, Pearl. Don't even think about it. I already said I didn't want you to get involved."

"I'm already involved. Look, Laura and I don't look that unalike. Well, she's taller and skinnier than I am but we're both blonde, both have blue eyes."

"What about I.D?"

"Steal her pa.s.sport, or we can make a duplicate."

"You've been watching too many thrillers."

"Alexandre, you're ridiculously wealthy; now's the time to really use some of your money, your clout; pull some of your weight. I'm sure you can work something out you have all kinds of people on your payroll."

His crooked smile makes the dimple in his cheek stand out more than usual. "Now look who sounds like Michael Corleone."

I reply seriously, "We have to do something. She's going to want an answer sooner or later, you can't stall her forever."

He sighs and stretches his long legs out. He's half dressed but his feet are bare. I never tire of looking at those elegant feet. He leans his head against the headboard of the bed and mumbles in a tired voice, "But I don't want to see her again."

"You'll have to. At least to get your hands on her pa.s.sport. Or do you have a connection at the British Emba.s.sy?"

"I don't work for the MI5, Pearl."

I take another long swig of juice. Thinking about all this is making me thirsty. "Then you need to swipe her pa.s.sport and find out which bank holds the evidence. Then find the safe deposit box key."

He raises his eyebrows. "And then you'll go personally to the bank masquerading as her?"

"It's the only thing I can think of. If I get arrested, though, you'll need to find me the best attorney in the world. O.J. Simpson's lawyer would be perfect," I joke.

He shakes his head. "It's too risky."

Another idea flashes into my brain. "Laura hacked our phones, you need to hack hers; get all the info you can keep us abreast of what's going on."

"That part will be a piece of cake." He squeezes my wrist as if he's afraid I'll run off and do something crazy without him by his side. "Pearl, I don't want you to put yourself in the middle of this. You're pregnant, this is insane there has to be a better way. In fact, no there's no chance I'll let you do something so crazy."

"Then hire someone. Hire an actress to be Laura for an hour or so." I bite into another mouthful of croissant.

"If the impersonator got caught she'd let the cat out of the bag, though."

"That's why we'd need to keep who we are a secret not show our faces. Pay the actress in cash. Half up front, half later."

He chuckles. "This is beginning to sound like some crazy suspense movie. Worse, a Woody Allen film that could go laughably wrong."

I don't say anything but in my mind I think, what Alexandre's mom did was pretty nutty. Not the killing part, so much. I can see how that could happen in a state of black desperation, fearing for your life - but not getting rid of every sc.r.a.p of evidence? Not such a bright move.

As if Alexandre can read my mind he says, "I know it seems as if my mother did something really dumb but for her it was a reminder that my father was dead and gone, that he couldn't hurt her anymore."

I bite my lip. "I understand," but I think to myself secretly, what a nut-job family I'm marrying into. And, worse, what a mad person I must be, myself, to identify with a murderess as much as I do.

"Tell me about your father," I probe a question I have been trying to ask for ages without any definitive answers.

"I think you can read between the lines."

"Alexandre, I am going to be your wife. I need you to open up to me, to share your pain and your past. I shared mine with you."

"True," he admits. He takes a deep breath as if he needs an extra dose of oxygen to remember the worst. "The scariest thing about my father was that he wasn't always a monster."

"I figured, or your mother wouldn't have stayed with him so long."

"They had a connection very physical. He was extremely handsome. She was sort of... hooked on him."