Case File 95

Case File Name:
Clinginess.

♤Chapter Ninety-Five♤

"Tazmin," I laughed, reaching out for her neck when she scooped me up into her arms bridal style. 

We had just finished up at her parents just thirty minutes ago, where the twins and Marie both awaited our arrival with Elena and Pierre. 

My sister, Zane, and Nadia were also waiting for us with them. 

The homemade cupcakes were perfect and the air felt so electrified with excitement. 

It felt so fucking good to have Tazmin back. 

"It feels good to be home," Tazmin said as she carried me down the hallway to our room. 

I smiled, "It feels good to have you home baby," I whispered happily, kicking off my heels when we made it into our bedroom. 

And as soon as Tazmin laid me on the bed, I pulled her on top of me—wrapping my legs around her torso as I gently grabbed her neck and pulled her face down to mine. 

Tazmin hummed as soon as I pressed my lips to hers, naturally reaching down to tug at her joggers she had pulled on earlier after our shower. 

"Let me welcome you back home beautiful," I whispered against her lips, playing with her waistband. 

Tazmin's lips twitched up against mine, "Always your way baby," she said, leaning away from me as she pulled her joggers down. 

She then reached for my white dress and swiftly pulled it over my head. 

I hummed as I tugged her shirt up and over her head—revealing her perfect body entirely to my eyes. 

Especially when I guided her sports bra off with her briefs, leaving her completely bare with me. 

Not even moments later, Tazmin was seated beside me, guiding me onto her lap that I straddled as I pinned her down to the bed. 

"Is this what you thought about?" I murmured, running my hands down her bare body. 

Tazmin's lips twitched up slightly as she stared up at me entirely, "All I could think about was you baby," she whispered, running her hands past my waist and gripping my ass, "My beautiful wife," she murmured, eyeing my body so openly. 

Which naturally made my body burn hotter, especially as I slid my leg between hers. 

And aligned our cores together. 

But I wanted to be closer—so much fucking closer. 

So I leaned down to her, grinding into the warmth between her legs that combined so perfectly with mine. 

Her clit felt so good against mine, rubbing me so perfectly as she met me halfway with each stroke. 

"I missed you so much baby," I whispered as I leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. 

Tazmin gripped my hips, slowing our pace down, "I missed you too Milena," she moaned, eyeing our connected bodies so openly, "You're so fucking perfect baby." 

A deep moan vibrated in my chest at her words, naturally feeling myself grow wetter against her as she guided our pace to speed back up. 

Which naturally made my eyes roll closed. 

"That feels so good," I forced out, moaning breathlessly as she rolled my hips so perfectly into her.

"Keep going, baby," Tazmin encouraged me, her perfect moans echoing around me. 

I moaned even deeper, matching her speed as I ran my hands all over her soft body—basking in every inch of her that I could touch. 

"I love you so fucking much," I nearly moaned out, feeling everything burn so intensely around me. 

Tazmin gently squeezed my hips, "I love you too Milena—so fucking much," she moaned out so perfectly. 

And I could easily feel my body slowly tense up, approaching my climax as she grew even wetter against me—which naturally stimulated me more. 

"Oh my god," I breathed out, falling into my orgasm as soon as her body tensed up against mine, gripping me so perfectly into her as we both basked in the warmth growing around us. 

Until eventually our bodies naturally grew limp—and I nuzzled down into her, hugging her so tightly to my bare body. 

"I'm so excited to sleep with you," I mumbled, especially as I grew more comfortable in her arms. 

It was only eight now, but for some reason, I felt so fucking tired. 

Especially after spending all day and the evening at Tazmin's parents. 

I finally have her alone now, and all I can think about doing is cuddling up in her arms and going to sleep. 

"Me too baby," Tazmin said, gently playing with my hair as we laid still for a moment. 

Which is how we remained for a few unmeasurable moments in a calm silence. 

Until eventually we got up and began getting ready for bed. 

We brushed our teeth, washed our faces, and I also did both of our skin routines for us. 

Until we were finally in bed, wrapped in each other's arms. 

"I love you," I whispered, nuzzling deeper into her neck that I placed a brief kiss to. 

"I love you too beautiful," Tazmin didn't hesitate to say, gently caressing her hand up and down my bare back. 

I hummed as soon as she gently grabbed my neck, guiding me away from her neck to gently kiss my lips. 

But as soon as my arms naturally ran around her neck, Tazmin deepened the kiss with her tongue—tugging one of my legs around her torso. 

My body naturally burned up when Tazmin began trailing kisses down to my neck, sucking and kissing my most tender spots. 

I felt my eye roll closed, feeling her hand trail lower and lower. 

Until she was between my legs where I always needed her most. 

Even if I just shared an orgasm with her only an hour ago—I was still wetter than ever for her touch. 

Especially when she began rubbing my clit so perfectly, softly kissing up my neck before grazing her teeth against my ear. 

Which easily made a deep moan vibrate in my throat. 

"Tazmin," I breathed out, digging my nails into her soft skin as she slid two fingers into me, "That feels so good," I moaned as she slid in and out of me so firmly. 

Her strokes were perfectly deep, curling into the spot she knew so well. 

"Oh my god—don't stop baby," I forced out in a deeper moan as Tazmin leaned up to kiss my lips so softly. 

"Never," Tazmin murmured against my lips, sliding into me even deeper as her tongue ran past my lips. 

I drew in a deep breath, feeling everything burn so warmly around me—especially as Tazmin continued her smooth deep strokes. 

Which naturally made me grow wetter. 

And slowly tighten around her fingers. 

"Tazmin," I moaned out with furrowed brows, arching even more into her touch as I easily approached my climax. 

Especially with how she curled into my spot with each stroke. 

"You sound so good," Tazmin said, her voice so fucking raspy as she pulled back from my lips. 

But only to nuzzle into my neck, holding me firmer in place as she quickened her pace, sliding into me so deeply. 

Strings of moans fell from my lips, scratching my nails down her back as I inevitably fell into my second orgasm of the night. 

Tazmin's name fell from my lips over and over again—until I was breathless and unable to string a single word together. 

I let out a deeper breath as Tazmin slowly slid out of me, still pressing soft kisses to my neck. 

Until she took her coated fingers in her mouth, tasting every drop of the orgasm she drew from me. 

"Now I'm actually fucking tired," I breathed out, stretching out my tense legs as I naturally leaned into her—trying to get my breathing under control. 

Tazmin nuzzled into my neck, "Now we can go to sleep," she said, her lips twitching up slightly against my neck. 

I jokingly rolled my eyes, "You're insatiable," I mumbled, but inevitably smiled as I settled in her arms, "But I love it—and I love you." 

My wife hummed, "I love you too baby," she murmured to me, briefly kissing the side of my neck, "Goodnight beautiful." 

I smiled slightly, "Good night baby," I whispered to her, already so ready to drift off to sleep. 

♤

The next day, Tazmin and I were packing our suitcases together—and heading over to the tarmac. 

When Tazmin said we were leaving town, I realized she didn't mean this weekend or next week. 

She meant the very next day. 

Which meant I had to call into the office to inform Ivanna. 

But she really didn't care, especially after hearing the exciting news. 

I forget that not everyone knows that we're even married to begin with. 

Luckily, the flight down to Turks was calm and short. 

We even shared a light breakfast on the plane and laid together on one of the couches until we landed in sunny—but very humid, Turks. 

Where Tazmin had specifically booked the same villa we stayed in last time. 

"No that's not right," I said with furrowed brows, "It's not leveled enough," I pointed out to my wife seated in the sand with me.

Tazmin only smiled at me, "Then we'll do it again baby," she didn't hesitate to assure me, grabbing the sand bucket.

So I may or may not have convinced Tazmin to make a sand castle with me. 

But I noticed the sand toys in the closet of our villa and suddenly I was dragging Tazmin down to the beach for a little harmless fun. 

"No, it's perfectly imperfect," I suddenly decided, digging out some sand around the sand castle for water to go in, "I'll just make a moat around it and we can take a picture."

My wife smiled slightly, "A picture sounds cute," she said, standing from the sand with me. 

And as I grabbed our sand bucket, Tazmin instinctively helped brush some of the sand off of me. 

Luckily, one bucket of water was enough to fill the moat around our sand castle. 

It looked so perfect too, aside from the leveling issues. 

The selfies I made Tazmin take looked cute as well. 

I definitely want to frame those for our house. 

We also ended up going jet skiing as well and got more pictures taken by a tour guide, which I was also excited for. 

I just can't wait to fill our house with so many memories. 

After everything we've been through, I truly appreciate the smallest of moments now. 

"Is this casual enough?" I asked, doing a small twirl in the loose frilly beach dress. 

It was the softest shade of pink and contrasted against my dark hair that I wore down, framing my face that was entirely bare. 

"It's perfect baby," Tazmin didn't hesitate to assure me as she adjusted her extremely cropped black t-shirt and flowy linen pants. 

Her blonde hair was slicked into a lower bun, emphasizing her glowy bare face. 

"The last place I wanted to take you was a restaurant," my wife told me, running her arms around my waist and pulling me into her warm body,  "I want to be able to touch you and kiss you—and just be all alone with you forever." 

I smiled up at her, "Sounds perfect," I murmured, running my hands up her toned arms. 

Tazmin smiled slightly as she leaned down to briefly kiss my lips, "Good, then let me show you what I planned for us baby," she whispered, slowly pulling away from me. 

I didn't hesitate to nod, following her out into the main area of the villa—where she grabbed a basket that was already prepared for us. 

Which naturally made me grow curious, but I decided to let it be a surprise, following her out of the villa and—

To the beach? 

I smiled slightly as I watched Tazmin open the basket. 

And reveal a blanket with containers of sushi.

She also packed my favorite wine with two wine glasses. 

"This is so cute," I whispered as she laid the cover down. 

And I didn't hesitate to crawl onto it with her, grabbing the bottle of wine and glasses while she grabbed the containers of sushi. 

"You like it baby?" Tazmin asked, her dark eyes trailing my face as I nodded almost three times in a row. 

"I love it," I told her, now straddling her lap so I could be even closer to her. 

"And I love you," Tazmin murmured, staring up at me as I leaned down to nuzzle my nose against hers. 

"I love you too beautiful," I whispered, staring so deeply into her dark eyes as I caressed my fingertips up her arms, "This is so much better than dinner out." 

Tazmin's lips twitched up slightly, "So much better," she murmured, tilting her head back to graze her lips against mine. 

Before I finally closed the gap between us and kissed her. 

Our lips naturally melted together, especially as Tazmin's tongue slipped into my mouth—gently holding me in place by my neck as she deepened the kiss. 

I hummed, nuzzling even deeper into her as I drew her in closer—somehow deepening our kiss even more. 

"I can't wait to spend forever with you baby," I whispered against her lips. 

Tazmin gently squeezed my waist, "Me too," she murmured as I slowly pulled back to meet her dark eyes. 

"And to have children—or maybe just a child," I told her, my voice nothing but excited to discuss the future, "I really want that too." 

Tazmin smiled, gently tucking the stray dark hairs out of my face, "Really?" she asked me, now grabbing the bottle of wine to open for us. 

I nodded a few times, "Really," I whispered, grabbing the two glasses for her to pour the wine into, "I don't know, I really like the idea of using your eggs and carrying our child... of course if that's what you want too because you might want to adopt or maybe I would use my eggs. I was just you know... I was just thinking—" 

"Milena, baby," Tazmin gently cut me short, glancing up from the bottle of wine she had popped open with the corkscrew, "I would fucking love for you to carry our child using my eggs," she said, her tone nothing but genuine. 

I blinked a few times, "Really? Because I think a mini Tazmin would be so fucking cute," I said, imagining a smaller blonde version of her. 

My wife laughed slightly, "Cute but probably a lot of trouble," she joked with me as she poured us both a glass of wine before planting the bottle in the sand. 

I felt my smile widen, "And definitely really stubborn," I added, which made a fake offensive expression grow on Tazmin's features. 

"I'm not that stubborn Milena," she argued my point. 

I only laughed, "You're my stubborn and that's all that matters," I said, gently clinking my wine glass with hers. 

Tazmin hummed, "Nice save baby," she murmured, leaning in to briefly kiss my lips, "I can't wait to see you pregnant."

I shook my head as we pulled back from the kiss, "That's the only part I don't like—I'll probably look weird and—" 

"What did I say about you and weird in the same sentence?" Tazmin gently cut me short. 

I jokingly rolled my eyes, "I'm just saying Tazmin," I said, not even wanting to imagine how I would look. 

Tazmin only shook her head as she took a brief sip of her wine, "I think a bump would look so fucking cute on you baby," she murmured, suddenly glancing down to my stomach. 

And as soon as she ran her hand across my stomach—my face naturally burned with a blush. 

"If you think I'm clingy now—then just fucking wait," my wife said, gently caressing her hand against my stomach that she looked up from to meet my light eyes. 

I smiled, "Bring on the clinginess then," I joked, leaning in to briefly kiss her lips. 

Tazmin smiled against my lips, "And the parenting books and classes—we would also need to find a more appropriate house and we would have to decorate the nursery, baby-proof everything—" 

"I also want to do one of those cute photo shoots," I cut her short in excitement. 

My wife's smile widened, "Sounds like you," she murmured, eyeing me in nothing but admiration.

I hummed happily, "I seriously can't wait," I whispered, eyeing Tazmin's perfect face. 

"I say we settle back into normal life and we could start trying when everything evens out," Tazmin suggested, taking a brief sip of her wine, "We have to get this Gia situation figured out too."

I immediately nodded, "Sounds perfect to me," I determined, briefly glancing down at her lips before kissing them yet again. 

Tazmin hummed against my lips, "Then it's settled," she said as I slowly pulled away. 

But only to grab the sushi for us to eat. 

Which I ended up feeding her—between bites for myself. 

Until we had finished the sushi and almost half the bottle of wine. 

We discussed a few various topics—especially since two days away from each other felt like years. 

Until later we called it a night entirely—but not before going on a late-night ice cream run to a place nearby that stayed open late. 

"I want to choose our flavors," I told my wife, smiling like an idiot as she stared down at me in amusement. 

Mostly because I'm definitely wine-drunk right now. 

 And so is Tazmin—but it's like she's more quiet and observant and I'm more talkative and giggly. 

Which is an interesting combination. 

"Go on baby," Tazmin motioned to the flavors of ice cream that the man was waiting for us to pick out so he could scoop it onto a cone. 

I shook my head with a few laughs, covering my mouth as I turned away in embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry it's just—it's really funny Taz," I breathed out between my soft laughs, feeling tears burn in my eyes at how funny this was. 

Meanwhile, my wife was only laughing because I was hilariously turned away from the worker laughing uncontrollably. 

Until I eventually gained the momentum to turn around and quickly blurt out—

"Two vanilla cones please." 

And then I was back to laughing, leaning into Tazmin's side as I shook my head. 

"You... you get it right?" I tried to say between my breathless laughs. 

Tazmin only laughed again at me, "I get it, baby," she assured me, pulling me into her body entirely as I hid my face in her chest—laughing so uncontrollably. 

It really isn't even this funny. 

It's just the whole vanilla thing with us makes it funny since I decided on that safe word. 

"Thank you," Tazmin told the man as I remained hiding my face in her chest. 

And as she handed a crisp twenty to the man, I pulled back from her chest to quickly wipe the tears away that had fallen from laughing so hard. 

The cone Tazmin handed me was perfectly topped with vanilla ice cream, which tasted just as I expected. 

"Happy baby?" Tazmin asked me as we walked out of the ice cream parlor. 

I nodded with a loose smile, "Very fucking happy," I said, leaning the ice cream cone up to my lips, that Tazmin inevitably watched my tongue glide through, "I love being non-vanilla eating vanilla ice cream." 

My wife's smile only widened, "Me and you both," she murmured, gently wiping the corner of my mouth for me. 

And as we walked back to our villa, everything felt so fucking perfect. 

Even the humid weather that made my hair all frizzy. 

But I swear all I could do was smile—mostly because I'm in Tazmin's company and that's all I could ever need to be happy.