To Murder Matt (30 page)

She sat by him and looked at him sincerely.

“Nico, before we eat, there are some things I need to say to you.” Her words were quiet and she spoke softly. She smiled, her heart was pounding so much, and she wished she could calm down. “I have...” the tears started to well in her eyes. He leant forward and wiped the tears already falling. He looked so deeply into her eyes that she felt she was at risk of drowning in him. They were so full of love, tenderness and compassion that she couldn’t continue. Her heart was bursting with love for him too and it was only now allowing herself to feel; to finally reveal her thoughts to him that she seemed to truly understand the depth of it all. Without being able to say another word, she kissed him, wanting her lips to convey everything in her heart that words couldn’t.

The moment she closed her eyes and felt the kiss, her lips on his and the connection they had, time stopped. Everything stopped. There was a moment where she forgot everything; her name, her life, her past and only
this
moment was real.

He wanted to kiss her all over, to hold her, to feel her heart beating against his, to feel her body against his, the cool of her against the heat that was him. The fire and the ice.

“Agapi mou, s'agapo parapoli, ma cuss?”  He whispered into her mouth as he kissed her. He told her he loved in Greek and without thinking she responded.

“Nai.” Yes.  She put her glass down, not by choice, but because he had a delicious look in his eyes, one that told her that if she didn’t, she would soon forget she was even holding a glass.

He took her fully into his arms and they kissed until time stopped fully for both of them, so lost were they in each other.  Years of anger and frustration melted away, as they melted into one another, finally reunited, finally belonging to each other and finally joined as only two soul mates could be. One kiss leading to the next and one caress leading to another.

He unveiled her, as only a goddess could be revealed. Layer by layer, unwrapping her from her clothes like a present to be savoured. Once she was naked, he kissed her from her lips and neck right the way down to her toes.  She was lying on the sofa like a woman in a work of art, by one of the masters and he was the master. Working his way back up she saw a glint in his eye and smiled, knowing that she loved that look. It was a look that said she was in for the loving of her life. Words were not necessary for them now. Their bodies had their own language and each knew exactly what the other wanted. She wanted him so much, so badly that it hurt. Her heart, body, mind and soul were yearning for him.

“Mmmm.” The sound escaped her as he buried his head between her thighs, his tongue finding her innermost secret joy.

He was an expert with women, and all his years experienced showed when he touched Veronique. He played her body like she was a musical instrument and he was the virtuoso. Note after note, her moans and pleasure, sounded on his ears. Each sound guiding him to what she liked, to what she wanted, and when he found that ‘something’ that she liked, he just kept on doing it, until she was screaming with wild and abandoned joy. She had never actually
wanted
a man before. She had never been given a choice before, but she chose him as
her
first and she wanted him more than anyone else in the world.  She grabbed at him, and Nico, seeing she wanted and needed him now, quickly tore off his trousers and underwear.  She pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around him, she guided him into her inner depths. Nico almost came with the pleasure he felt upon entering her. He knew he was home once more, home where he belonged, right there inside her. He felt love, he felt tenderness, he felt wild desire and he also felt relief to be once again with his soul mate. She pulled him closer still and he began gently thrusting into her, following the speed of her hips as she gyrated on him. He could feel her starting to climax and without any need to stop himself, when she came, he let go and came with her.

Together, they lay panting on the sofa, him on top of her, still in his crisp white shirt. She grinned and suddenly felt so shy but so calm. She smiled up at him and kissed him, tasting herself upon his lips.

“Mmmmm, again?” He laughed at her question.

“Hell yes! But please can we do something first?”

“Of course. What?”

“Eat! I’m starved.”

“Oh my god, the dinner. I forgot all about it.” She pushed against his chest, but he didn’t move and she looked sideways at him.

“I said I was starved, but I can wait a few moments.” She grinned at him. “You are mine now,” he said, “and I am still hard and inside you. This is where you belong and are going to stay, forever.”

“Then, we have time to eat.” She responded. He reluctantly withdrew from her, and as he stood up and moved back, she slipped off the sofa and on to her knees.  She opened her mouth and took him inside her, between her well-kissed lips. He groaned in surprise and looked down at her. She looked so good on him like this. He took mental pictures of her, of her eyes as she fellated him. He would have stood there all day, but she stopped sucking him, and started kissing his balls, inhaling his muskiness, and then kissing up his taut stomach, and up towards his broad chest.  He had the body of a Greek statue and she understood why they were called Gods.

She kissed him on the mouth and then led him through to the kitchen where they rescued the dinner together. She didn’t want to be parted from him for one second. After dinner, they went to bed and made love all night long. Each one revelling in the other. Each one reaching new heights of ecstasy they had never seen, or felt, before.

The next morning, Veronique snuggled in his arms. She had awoken before him. She watched him sleeping, his breathing deep and even.  She traced his face with her eyes, memorising every square inch of him.  For the first time ever, she noticed he had long eyelashes and when he slept, he looked much younger.  He had the looks of a young lad even though he was in his thirties.  He had strong eyebrows that were dark like his hair and eyelashes. It was a face that said a lot about him.  Even asleep, you would know he was strong. A man of principles, of morals, and capable of deep passionate love.  His hair was tousled from where she had run her fingers through it the night before and it made him even more gorgeous. She touched his lips, lips that were so passionate and had almost kissed her into oblivion. Lips that were just right for him. He twitched in his sleep, and she pulled her hand back sharply afraid she had woken him.  She leant forward, and kissed his lips, and this did wake him. He pulled her to him, his strong arms moving her gently onto him. He brought her to him, and kissed her with all the passion, and desire he had. It nearly took her breath away, it was so deep. She sat astride him, and felt him enter her easily.

“Mmm, what a way to wake up,” he murmured in his semi-sleep.  She moved up and down slowly, clenching her vaginal muscles around his thick shaft, his hips bucking upwards into her. It was a dance of deep animalistic joining, of love, of passion, another joining where they were the only people in the world, and the only people who could make love this way. She slipped her fingers into his chest hair and threw her head back as she rode him, feeling her waist length hair tickling her bottom as they moved sensually together. She could feel him hardening further inside her and she looked down to see his face. His face showed his pleasure, a look that she knew she was causing.  He was so into the moment. She watched his face, his eyes, felt his hands on her hips, guiding her movements and her speed. And then he was speeding up, groaning, thrusting, and she loved every second of him enjoying her this way. She never wanted him to stop but she knew he was near and she leant forward slightly and whispered.

“Matia mou, agapy mou, s'agapo.” Words that were said with such love, that he opened his eyes and looked at her, then he lost control and came. The depth and meaning of her words of love put him over the edge. She smiled, watching his orgasm, his face of total vulnerability and feeling such love for him, and a new power, all at the same time.

“Again?” She laughed as she spoke.

“Five minutes,” he answered dreamily.

“Not sooner?”

“Ha!” He opened his eyes, and pushed her off him, and then within seconds was on top of her and inside her again. “I’m still hard. You feel that?” She had been feeling in control, until then, until that one strong movement had changed it all.  He thrust in and out of her slowly.

“You want more? Like this?” 

“Oh yes!” she gasped as he filled her completely. He changed his rhythm from slow and then quickened his pace, reaching even deeper within her, and then he stopped totally, so his balls rested against her. He gently gyrated his hips slowly.  She brought her legs up and wrapped them tightly around him, pulling him closer into her, willingly.

“Oooh.” He was kissing her. As his body writhed with hers, she started to moan more and more. He had found her secret spot inside her; a sweet zone that she didn’t even know she had, until he touched her there with his hardness.  When he felt her gasp, he held himself there, then moved slowly and slightly, so that he stayed where he was, just touching and caressing that one sweet spot.  He could feel her losing control. She was starting to tremble, and shake, and holding himself as still as he could. She suddenly came hard on him.  Her head went back, and she screamed. Screamed so loudly that the whole village would know, and if they knew that this was the first time she had actually climaxed on a man, they would have all lined the streets, and applauded.

When she calmed down, she could see the laughter and pleasure in his eyes. He still held her firmly.

“More? Again?” hHe asked mischievously, a happy glint in his eye.

“No. No. Not yet. Thanks!”  He rolled off her laughing, happy that she was finally sated.

“I see.” He looked at her and smiled. “Can’t take it from the love God.” He smiled and did a Mr. Universe pose, showing her he was joking and she smiled back.  Cuddling in to him, she said something that surprised even her.

“Move in with me, with
us
, Nico.”

“Are you serious?” He did a double take and looked at her, in happy surprise.

“Yes.”

“Really? Really serious?”

“Yes. I know what I want now, and that is you. I want us to be together.” She sat up in the bed and looked down at him. “I wanted to say all this last night, before we...” She paused and smiled again. “But we got distracted. I haven’t forgotten what I was going to say.  Despite everything, you have always been there for me, and I never realised until now. You have loved me and never asked anything of me in return. I tried to run away from it all, to start again. It wasn’t fair to you.”

“You didn’t owe me anything.”

“I do now, Nico. I owe you everything. I have wasted so much time, and missed so much of the love you have to give. You’re the one good man, of my whole life. The one stable part that has been true from the start. Now I want it all. I want the dream we are told we can have. You, me and Michael, a family together.” Nico smiled, his heart was singing, it was everything he had wanted to hear. Everything he had wished he could have, Veronique, the baby and him.

“Will you have us?” she asked him shyly.

“Oh come here, you gorgeous woman.”  He grabbed her again, and she fell happily into his arms. When she was in them, he looked at her.

“I have always been yours from the moment you stepped onto the ship. Of course I want you. I want both of you. Michael is a part of you, and therefore, a part of me. We can all start again. Together.”  Veronique looked away and then put her head on his chest and cried.  Quietly at first, until she could no longer hide the sobs. He could feel her tears falling on to his chest, and her body, as it started to wrack with sobs. 

“Hey, Hey...baby...” he said with concern. “Why are you crying?”

“Because I’m so happy, and I love you, you idiot!” He kissed her, and then he shrugged his shoulders. “I will never understand women,” he said, as he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head lovingly.

They agreed that he would move in right away and they started to get ready. He was going to pick up his things as soon as possible. Today. Veronique was so happy.  When Nico came out of the shower, all wet and gloriously naked, she blushed. She couldn’t help but admire his body.

“Why are you blushing?”  He followed her eyes, which were fixated between his legs and he looked down at his penis, which was just hanging. “It’s not hard all the time, you know, but I do try!”

“I know!” She tut tutted. “It’s just, I’ve never seen you this way, that’s all. Naked.”

“Oh, and that is entirely your fault.” He winked at her. She watched as his dick started to grow and harden again.

“Uh oh.” He started to chase her around the bed and suddenly she was running and jumping on it, squealing with joy like a happy little kid. She was still giggling, even when he caught her and pulled her down towards him.

“Get off me,” she shouted in mock anger. He kissed her hard and then stopped.

“Really?” He watched for her reaction.

“No...” 

“Good,” he said smiling, lowering his mouth back down to hers. He kissed her again just as Michael started making singing noises from his bedroom.

“I have to go!” She said, looking towards Michael’s room. He released her, and watched her pad through to the other room wearing the shirt he had worn the night before.  He heard the baby’s laughter, and her cooing to him, and couldn’t resist going through to join them.

“Hey buddy!” He went through, and passed Veronique, to take him out of the cot. Michael laughed and bounced happily in his arms. “Oh, there is an odd smell coming from him.”  Nico wrinkled his nose and looked at Veronique.

“Your turn to change his nappy I think!” She laughed, “you may as well start as you mean to go on, and it will be wonderful start to the day for you.” Her hands were on her hips challenging him.

“Listen, young lady. I brought up all my brothers and cousins, from when they were little. I am a dab hand at changing a nappy. You’ll see.”  He whisked Michael off to the baby changing unit in the corner of the room, and started looking around for the things he would need, whilst still holding Michael confidently in one arm. Michael looked so happy with him, and together they made such a wonderful pair. Both dark hair and eyes, Veronique smiled at the two of them interacting together.  For a moment, she wished that the baby was his, and wanted to know, to be one hundred percent sure, he was his. Unless she did the DNA test she would always wonder if it was Matt’s child, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it in case it proved Matt
was
the father.  Something she just couldn’t bear. For now at least, she would pretend Nico was his father.