Bailey
I let out a huff as I hit the pillow with my fist but I still can't get comfortable, I sigh as I just stare at the ceiling. It's been a couple of days since I moved into the cabin with Eli and things have been…tense. And awkward. I think he's trying to give me space while also being there for me and we've sort of fell into a schedule. He sleeps on the couch in the living room. I make us breakfast, he drives us to and back from campus and he cooks us dinner. We do all of those in mostly silence. The news about my pregnancy and the marriage has spread like wildfire, if I'm not being called a slut then I'm being envied for getting with the hottest professor. Their words not mine. I speak with Liliana everyday on campus and Tyler texts me every night to make sure I'm okay and safe but I haven't spoken to Marcus yet ever since that day he snapped at me. Although that may be because the little time I do see him, I turn the other way so that I won't have to face him. I do feel a bit ashamed of myself for being married to the man who caused him pain by causing Eden pain. The good thing is that I haven't seen Maya around campus so that means she finally left and I won't ever have to see her again.
I'm broken out of my thoughts when I hear the sound of the piano but I don't make a move to get out of bed and I just close my eyes as I listen to him play. It takes me a moment to realise he's playing 'loml by Taylor Swift' and I rub my hand over my heart to ease the pain in my chest, because I mentioned to him once that it's my favourite song. I sit up with my eyes on the door and I truly do want to give them the benefit of the doubt because he's trying, so I get out of bed and put on my pink bunny slippers before making my way out. I find him sitting by the piano, his head tilted slightly to the side, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted as his fingers glide effortlessly over the keys. I find myself mesmerised by the site of him playing the piano so beautifully while the angel wings are on full display on his back. I do have a hint of possessiveness knowing that he carries a piece of me on him, I have always looked at Eli with awe because despite everything I do believe he's a good person.
Sometimes.
When he hits the last note I feel like my heartstring is being pulled because I know he must've listen to it many times to be able to play it so beautifully and when he eventually stops, I slowly starts clapping. His head snaps to me "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just couldn't resist."
"You didn't wake me." I gesture to the piano "You really are very good at this."
"Thank you." His eyes trail down my pyjamas before he looks away as he clears his throat "I could teach you if you want."
I blink "You'd do that?"
"Of course."
I nod "Some other time though. Not tonight."
"I understand."
"So you're a Taylor Swift fan now?" I ask with a hint of amusement
"She's not bad. You have good taste, angel. Although that should've been obvious by who your husband is."
I raise an eyebrow "Did you just make a joke?"
He shrugs "Perhaps." I let out a small laugh while he glances at my pyjamas again and it takes me an embarrassing amount of time to realise he's just staring at my baby bump.
"Do you want to…touch it?"
He looks taken aback "Touch what?"
"My belly."
He clears his throat again and nod "I would love that, Bailey."
I step closer to him while he stays seated by the piano and I stop in front of him, he raises a hesitate hand to my belly before gently putting his hand on it. He just rubs my belly like that over my pyjamas top for a while before I lift my top slightly and he sends me a look of surprise before putting his hand on my bare stomach. A shiver runs down my spine when his skin meets mine and this time it's one of pleasure.
I break the silence when I say "Aunt Lisa thinks it's a girl."
He stares up at me "Isn't it too early to tell?"
"It is but apparently she used her powers to tell."
"I see. And can't you do the same?"
I shrug "I probably can but I don't want to."
He nods in understanding before spreading his legs and I step in between them, I bite my bottom lip to hide my smile when he presses his lips against my stomach. He closes his eyes and just breathes against my skin, like having me be this close to him finally means he can breathe properly. He presses kisses all over my belly while I hold my top up and look down at him, suddenly his kisses moves higher. I swallow but don't make a move to stop him as his lips move closer to my breasts but he stands up and grabs hold of my top
"Can I take this off?" He asks in a low husky voice.
"Yeah." I say softly "Take it off."
He doesn't need to be told twice, he drops my top to the floor and his hands immediately cup my breasts and my mouth part as he brushes his thumbs over my nipples until they harden. He bends his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth as he sucks and bite it while pinching my other nipple and I let out a soft gasp as I rake my hand through his hair wanting to keep him close to me and keep doing that. He gives the same attention to my other nipple before kissing his way up my neck until he reaches my mouth but before he can press his lips to mine, I move my head to the side
"No kissing remember?"
His eyes narrow "You said no sex too and what are we about to do?"
I raise an eyebrow "And who said I plan to have sex with you?"
He scoffs "If I were to shove my hand into your panties right now then would I find your pussy dripping wet for me?" My eyes widen and a blush makes it way to my cheeks but I don't answer him, but he can see the answer on my face because his eyes darken and he says "Thought so."
He shoves down his sweatpants and underwear and I force myself to stare at his face as he takes a seat on the piano chair again "This is your cock, Bailey. Everything that I am is yours, because I am yours. I belong to you and you alone."
My mouth feels dry at the sight of him pumping his dick and I ask breathlessly "What are you doing?"
"If you want my cock then you'll climb on my lap and fuck me until you're pleased."
We are threading on dangerous territory right now, so close to breaking a rule that I put out. But that's the thing about me and Eli, we never followed the rules ever since we met and that's why I shove my pyjamas and panties down my legs before climbing on his lap to please myself. And him.
Maybe, if I'm feeling generous enough.