Chapter 18

Maeve's POV

"Do you maybe want to help?" I asked, handling 3 things at once while Michael was sitting on the counter with his notebook in front of him, scribbling inside.

"Nope" he said, popping the 'p' causing me to shake my head at him, but because he looked very cute today with his curls hanging loose, I let it slide.

This scene reminded me of our time on tour where he'd come to the cantine just to spend some time with me whenever possible. He'd sit next to me on the counter, either watching me or sometimes reading a book. Michael always wants to be near the people he loves, so instead of making himself comfortable on the couch he chose the hard counter, just to be near me.

Every now and then I would feed him a spoon or two. This is a trick I started while touring where I quickly noticed that Michael had a difficult relationship with food. So whenever he refused eating, I would spoon feed him, asking for his opinion on 'new' recipes. This way I made sure he was well fed. I never told him that, though.

While preparing lunch for when my mother comes over, Anna took Nicolas to the park to give Michael and me some time to prepare everything.

Every so often I took a quick glance over at my husband who seemed to be deeply engaged in his own world and I couldn't help but smile every time I looked at him, I was so madly deeply in love with this man.

After the table was set I turned the heat on the stove a little lower, so that the food'll stay hot but not burn while I cleaned the rest of the utensils I used and wiped the countertops clean. When I was finished I felt Michael's arms wrap around me from behind.

"That was quick" he spoke with his hands on my lower stomach, caressing my baby bump.

"We still have some time left, what could we possibly do?" his lips vibrated against my ear before I felt him place a long, sweet kiss on my neck. I moved my head to the side, guaranteeing him better access while gripping the counter, holding tight as my knees started to get weak, like they always do when he kisses me like that.

His body pressed against my back, trapping me between him and the counter as I felt his hand moving under my shirt, tugging at the hem of my leggings.

His fingers found their way inside and started traveling down where they softly stroke over my panties causing me to shiver.

Michael let out a deep giggle, knowing damn well the effect he has on me. And because of the pregnancy where my hormones go crazy anyway, I walk around being completely horny the whole day.

Michael slowly pulled my panties to the side, barely stroking my slit.

My head leaned back where I leaned against his shoulder.

"Mmmmh" he hummed against my ear. "You like that?"

My hand reached for his neck, grabbing it while the other hand stayed at the counter for support because when Michael started circling my clitoris I thought my knees were about to give up.

"Michael" I moaned, pleading for more, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Shh, we're not alone" Michael reminded me that we are in fact not alone. During the day maids and servants are present, keeping our home clean and do all the other things we are too busy for.

"You have to be quiet for me, can you do that?" Michael whispered into my ear.

"I'm not s-sure" I answered truthfully while trying to keep myself together.

He kept circling my clitoris before he decided to slip one if his fingers inside of me and soon after a second followed.

"My god, Michael" I tried to be as quiet as I could but every now and then a moan escaped my mouth.

"Sshh baby" he reminded me again.

Oh, how I loved the feeling of him whispering into my ear.

Without a warning Michael added a third finger while increasing his speed a little.

"Mich-" he shut me up by placing his other hand on top of my mouth. My while body leaned against him as his fingers continued moving inside of me. I tried fighting my high for as long as possible but Michael made it so hard for me by placing sweet little kisses over my exposed neck.

A whimper left my mouth but was luckily covered by Michael's hand that still covered my mouth. The only one who could properly hear it was Michael himself.

"Baby, let go for me" he whispered before passionately kissing my neck as I cried out his name into his hand while reaching my high with 3 of his fingers riding me through it.

My walls started clenching against his fingers and with lowering the speed Michael helped me ride out my high while moans of pleasure turned into heavy breaths.

As soon as I grabbed his wrist, signaling for him to stop because now I was overstimulated, he started giggling against my ear.

His hand left my mouth as it moved down to my hips, holding me steady.

"That wasn't really quiet" he smirked.

"It was not?!" I gasped.

I felt him shake his head against my shoulder. My cheeks turned bright red as I turned around and I tried to hide my face in the crook of Michael's neck. He was started laughing and I couldn't help but join in.

He placed a kiss on the back of my head before speaking again. "Go get yourself ready, your mother will be here soon!"

He let go of me and as I was about to leave I turned around to see Michael leaning against the counter, smirking to himself. He lifted his hand and started licking the three fingers that were inside of me just a minute ago.

Our eyes met but he just continued licking his fingers clean. When he finished he said "I'm not done with you yet" before winking at me.