Zavier McKenzie had heard his girl come in. He knew she would wander over when she was ready, he always liked to give her a measure of space when she came home from work especially on Friday evenings after a long week. Zavier waited for Édith to speak. He could almost picture her: midi-white dress - with a cascading ruffle at the bottom - hugging her curves; unruly and loose, deep chocolate curls cascading around her soft face; her left hand adorned with a ring that promised more than the best moments, more than a lifetime; dark pink lips puffy and swollen, slick with the sweet eggnog that so resembled his cum. She was probably watching him cook at the stove reflecting on her day while leaning against the Spanish doorway near the breakfast nook; the pressure of her arm bringing her ample breasts together, both mounds barely contained by the boss-lady dress.
He heard the pitter-patter of Édith's feet as she crossed the wooden floor. "Hi," she whispered, running her cold hands along his sides.
"Hullo, Lassie of mine," he answered.
She hummed along to the jazzy take on Nat King Cole's classic The Christmas Song, and he felt the vibrations of her body echo through him as she brought her arms around his midsection, her hands to his chest, and her chest to his back.
"You decorated."
"Hmm." Zavier confirmed her remark.
"I like it. The eggnog, the cinnamon, the spices, the tree... it's all very seasonal. I love it."
"You know for a non-Christian girl you sure love the Holidays, Édith."
She almost let the comment slide, she was always distracted when he said her name, indeed he almost never used it preferring terms of endearment instead. His voice was so deep and rumbly and ever-so sexy. "Shut up," she rolled her eyes, squeezing him tighter. "I like peppermint and pine and eggnog and Santa and cheesy Christmas movies. Sue me, lawyer man," she rolled her eyes again. "In either case you're Muslim too."
Zavier laughed, "Touché, lass, but I'm also half-Catholic... in either case we barely practice anything." They laughed - together this time.
"So, did Yvonne put you up to this?"
"You dare underestimate me, darling?" But Zavier quickly ceded the truth, "Honestly, she did. I think she might be bored because she's working less, ye ken? Pregnancy just might be the death of her, but also she looks good. Round and bonnie," he trailed off nervously.
Édith unraveled herself from him, and proceeded to hoist herself onto the kitchen island sitting directly adjacent to him. She had heard the nerves in his voice. Even after more than two years together Zavier still got nervous talking about serious relationship shit; it was beyond adorable.
"Welp she's a work junkie and a busybody. This whole pregnancy thing is kind of a hassle, you know that at four months she's the size of 5 months worth of pregnancy? Either she's having a boy or it's twins, this is crazy!" She then casually added, "So should we talk about how many we want?"
Zavier stiffened. To bide his time, he took care to stir his spicy peanut sauce once more and slowly turned off the three burners and the oven's overhead fan. "I guess, well it's your body - so it's ultimately your choice. And I'll be happy with whatever you want." He paused glancing up at her through his lashes. He moved to stand between his Édith's legs. "But if it's alright with you I'd like a big family... maybe six bairns."
"Well, you're a down right sadist!" Édith was exasperated and even a little delirious, "Six children? Then we'd have ourselves a real clan Mr. McKenzie! And it's babies not bairns, Highlander."
"First dinna mock my accent. I reckon that the bairns," he emphasized pointedly, "will grow up speaking like true Scots if I can help it, lass. And, again it's up to you. If you don't want kids, I'll gladly have you," he paused. Zavier's right hand swiftly slipped under her dress, between her open legs, inching slowly up her thighs. His other hand meanwhile circled her waist to kneed her round peachy arse. "All to myself," he whispered. By then, Zavier's hands had reached Édith's folds.
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Euphoria ~ z.m.
Romantik"I wanted to try being a little adventurous." She confessed, slightly embarrassed, "And it felt really sexy." -- In which a young woman undergoes a sexual awakening. Édith is an executive editor in chief at a major international publishing house. Sh...
