I lay on the beach watching Tom and our son splashing about in the sea. Little Thomas was getting so big now he was just over three months old. Chubby little legs with rolls of fat on the inside of his thighs, little round belly and chubby cheeks. His hand and feet were strong if he managed to kick you whilst changing him you felt it and if he got hold of your hair there was no letting go. His new thing was chewing on his daddy's chin, when Tom had stubble for the day baby Thomas would chew like made trying to cut his teeth. It was hilarious to watch as he would just hold his daddy's hair and open his mouth as wide as it would go and pull Tom in, as he savaged him. Covering him in saliva and sometimes he would make a growling noise which would have Tom in hysterics laughing. Half the time I think Tom forgets I am here and gets that caught up in his son but I am glad, that is the way it should be and watching them together was my favourite thing to do.
I watched as Tom held him in the air and brought him down into the water. Little Thomas held his breath as he swam under water with his daddy. He was like a fish. He loved to swim. I lay back closing my eyes just listening to them playing with each other. It made my heart swell, I still could not believe that I was here with Tom let alone that we were married and had a beautiful baby boy who had become the centre of our world.
Settling him at night before we took time to be together, watching our baby sleep, noticing the different things about him everyday as he comes into his own. He is growing so fast. I needed to go to the main land to shop for clothes for him and a cot as he is out growing his crib. Plus the little bugger rolls now so he manages to get on his belly and push himself up on his arms and nearly fell out twice last week. We have take to putting pillows on the floor around it in case he manages to fall out whilst my back is turned, even for a second.
Tom was kissing me last Tuesday morning and we got a bit carried away. When all of a sudden we both stopped and looked towards the crib at the same time, just as baby Thomas rolled himself out. Tom caught him as I gasped and put my hands over my face. There I was panicking but Tom caught him with one hand, as the other was still trapped under my back from where he had been undressing me. He just very calmly moved him over to lie on my chest and then blew a raspberry on his tummy. Nothing like a smiling baby to kill the mood and change it for a jovial one. I wouldn't change it for the world though.
I felt Tom's lips on mine waking me from my reverie. "Hello gorgeous," he said as his lips claimed mine again. Wrapped in his arms and swaddled in a blanket was our son, sleepy as his head poked out of the blanket and let out a little yawn. "I better feed him" I said. He would sleep longer and better with a full belly. He was trying mashed up food now too as he was growing so quick. He was greedy but not as greedy as baby Michael. Baby Michael is so adorable, he is the image of his father but with his mothers colouring. He started to say a few things like 'Dada' and 'Mum, mum'. Oh and he turns his nose up at things he doesn't like anymore. He shakes his head when he doesn't want it and cries if you don't give him his own way. Virginia and Michael have their hands full now. He crawls around and has taken to biting people or pinching their cheeks with his fat little hands. If you tell him 'Ah, Ah, no pinching' and give him a sore look, he breaks his heart crying but he has to learn not to bite or pinch. I am sure we are going to go through this too and seeing as Little Thomas is learning very quickly how to roll and giggle from his cousin, I assume that the pinching will commence next week not three months from now.
I finished feeding him as Tom gathered our things to go home. It had been a lovely family day. 'Family' Tom and I were family.
We went for a visit to another Island for our wedding anniversary with Virginia, Michael, our children and some friends. Thomas introduced me to the some local friends of the Island "This is my family, my wife Ella and our son Thomas.' I was so proud to be his wife and the mother of his child, I nearly burst. I couldn't help but think that some of the women there, if not all of them, were envious of me for having such a wonderful, charming, handsome husband. I remembered how I would look at him and fantasize about him before we were married. That must be how they feel but they can't have him, he is mine. As he just said "My wife Ella".
I went about buying things with Virginia. The children were being looked after whilst we traded. I smiled at Tom, as he sat at a table trading with some locals, he winked at me and smiled. He knew how that affected me, I had told him, I said "Tom, you have to be careful with that wink and smile because it affects me in ways that should only be saved for the bedroom".
He laughed and said "You shouldn't have told me that, I might abuse it now but for the record that look you do.... You know the one where you sneak a look at me when you think I am not looking, and get caught, then smile and blush, quickly looking away. That look drives me crazy. Sometimes you even bite your bottom lip, shake your head and sigh at getting caught. Now that one is the worst. I have to fight for control so I don't run across the room and take you right then and there in front of everyone."
I loved that I had that power over him and so that day when he gave me the wink and the smile I gave him the look he liked, right back. I didn't even have to try, it was natural. He smiled and laughed as I tried my best to get back to my negotiations for the items on the list. There I was trying not to look and pull myself together when all of a sudden I felt his arms around my waist pulling me in as he pressed into my rear. I felt a sudden rush of moisture between my legs and a spark ignited as he pulled me with him to the side. He led me through a room out back and down a winding path way to the archway of a tunnel. It was dark as he pushed me into it and against the wall. He wouldn't! There is no way he would ever... His mouth crushed to mine....Oh my god he would!
I felt his hand trail roughly up my thigh, his fingers dragging on my skin... god that felt good. I automatically lifted my leg to slid my inner thigh against his, all the way up to his hip. I felt him press himself to me and his hand clasped my jaw, turning my head to the side as he gently bit my neck.
I could feel his erection desperate to get through my bloomers, my petticoats pushed all the way up my hips. He moved his hand down my body as his mouth claimed me, I was so breathless with wonder at this new experience, I was light headed. My heart going like the clappers as I moaned at his every touch.
He pushed against me and I groaned again. I didn't care who heard or saw. I was not capable of getting embarrassed or scared I was lost to any other emotion but lust and love for my husband.
His hand slid between us and as his tongue slid into my mouth his hand pulled my bloomers down and his entered me. Right there in a public place, a tunnel in a back street.
He lifted me up "Wrap your legs around me and hold on" he said breathless. I did as he asked as he pushed into me again and I gasped as his size filled me. I was so sensitive and with the knowledge that we could get caught I was so turned on it was unbelievable.
I felt his hand holding me to him and the other pressed against the wall beside my head to steady himself as he banged into me. This was not gentle sex this was pure lust and I was loving it, I felt the passion and aggression raise in me which gave me the strength to hold on and ride him hard where normally my legs and arms would have given out. I bit his shoulder as my hands dug into him to pull him closer, harder, faster, deeper... I needed him, all of him, NOW!
I erupted and as I felt myself unable to hold on, he slammed me harder against the wall for support and as I basked in the glory of my orgasm he reached his own. Crying out as he panted breathless his body still supported mine against the wall, my legs shaking and my arms weak, too weak to hold on.
His mouth found mine again and we kissed breathlessly for a few moments enjoying the after glow of our naughty rendezvous.
As his lips left mine briefly I was still in shock that he had actually walked over and taken me, in front of people who obviously knew what he planned to do. As I would have known if Michael had done it to Virginia. "Oh you did not just do that to me" I said.
His mischievous eyes staring into mine nose to nose. "I think you'll find I did, but in my defence you did tease me" he said as his smiling lips kissed mine.
I laughed "You teased me first, Mr Wink and Smile!" I ribbed him.
"You looked at me" He said mockingly defending himself.
"What so I can't look at my husband now?" I challenged him.
"Not that way you can't!" He replied.
"It was an innocent glance, but then you 'winked and smiled'!"
"You retaliated with 'the look'!" he smirked at me.
I giggled and blushed.
"See now that is another one I love" he said and caught my chin lifting my lips to his. "You know I love the 'innocent look' and the 'other look' and 'this look' but my absolute favourite, the one I have to see again is this one" he said as I felt him harden still inside me and he pushed against me, making me gasp. Blimey he was quick, it usually took him a few more minutes to get ready again but not today.
"You love that one?" I asked as he held my jaw gently so my eyes couldn't look anywhere other than into his.
"Yeah that one too but that is not the one I am on about" he said as he slid into me again, staring in my eyes as my head lifted slightly at the power of his thrust. He was ready and so was I.
It was slower this time, I pushed my fingers through his hair and stared into his eyes lovingly, as I made to love to him. "I love you" I whispered.
"There it is, that's my favourite. I love you too baby." He said as he gave me my favourite look back. The one that sent my legs weak but kept them strong enough to hold on until the end.
When we were ready and I asked him to check I looked half decent and not dishevelled as we returned to the others. They all laughed and even though I blushed as I knew they knew, I was proud of my adventurous side. Tom kept an arm around me all day at the market and kissed me frequently, the kind of kisses and looks we had shared in the tunnel, our favourite look, for all the women to envy. We were so in love.
Out of all the times we had made love recently. That is the time I think I became pregnant again!
I would not find out straightaway of course as it took a few weeks to show the signs but the worse thing about becoming pregnant this time was that Tom would never find out.
That evening when we returned home after a wonderful day of love, laughter and friends, his mother came to fetch them on urgent business. It was so urgent that she met us on the beach as we arrived. I saw the danger in her eyes the same as they did and as much as I begged him not to leave it did no good he was needed and left. Left me with a kiss and a promise of a return that never came.
Tom, Michael, their mother and both their crews were never seen again after they set sail that day.
Virginia and I had been considered widows for the past three years. I tried to stay strong for our children Thomas and little Rosie but inside I died. I DIED! And I keep dying a little bit more every day.
I have to find him. I have to find my Pirate Captain!
To be continued.... Remember our Love - Book 2 of the Pirate Captain series.
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