Chapter 24 – Eduard
Having Marielle back in the house, with me, still felt surreal.
The tender feeling in my chest at the thought of her picking me over the freedom I offered tugged at my lips every time.
That was another thing that having her did to me: smiles for reasons I wouldn’t have cared about.
It was a new haven, like she said, a new chapter.
It was Friday, and as I ascended the stairs to pick her up for dinner, my phone rang.
It was Ivan.
“What is it?” I questioned.
He had been at the second warehouse all day; he didn’t get the memo I had given the other men not to call me until the end of the day. So, I couldn’t blame him.
“Boss, Paolo and Tristan want to meet. They asked to know when you’ll be free. They said it’s about the information about the secret route we shared with them. They mentioned an offer to show their gratitude, some exclusive deal.”
“I see. Anytime next week is fine,” I replied before adding, “except midnights.”
Before, I’d attended to work whenever it came, whether that was during the day or in the dead of the night. But that had changed; I now had a lover waiting for me.
“Okay, Boss.”
I caught a whiff of the perfume I’d come to love as I opened the bedroom door.
“Hi,” Marielle greeted with a bright smile as she looked up from putting on her heels.
She sat at the edge of the bed, but I could see how short her lilac dress was. It was nowhere near her knees. And that made a wave of lust wash over me.
“Baby,” I called, coming to stand in front of her. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”
“Is it working?” she whispered, looking up at me.
“If we don’t step out right now, I might be tempted to show you,” I revealed, my eyes shamelessly taking in her body.
“Well, you’re the one who’s yet to get dressed,” she pointed out.
“Five minutes,” I uttered, walking into the closet.
I definitely didn’t spend up to five minutes in the closet.
“You do something to tuxedos, Eduard,” Marielle praised, looking me over while I drank in the sight of her.
Now standing by the couch as she zipped her purse, she looked like a sexy seductress.
One designed to bring me to my knees. Besides her short dress, her high heels highlighted her legs.
Beyond her glossy lips and darker eyelashes, her face was beautifully natural.
Her cute bun added to her adorable look.
She moved closer, giving me her hand, which I took.
“I must warn you that it’s going to be very difficult to keep my hands to myself tonight.”
“Who says I want you to?” she asked. “I mean, there’s no reason to wait any longer.”
“Our first time has to be special,” I told her as we walked to the waiting car.
“Every day together is special,” she said, blinking up at me. “Besides, what day could be more special than today? Our first time going out together. As a real couple. No compulsions.”
Damn, she’s right.
Every part of my body rejoiced in anticipation.
Barely two hours later, we were back home, both of us having had enough of teasing glances and touches. We were kissing hungrily as we shut the bedroom door, the calm of the outside world contrasting sharply with our frenzied movements.
Impatient, I lifted her into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. My tongue dove into her mouth as I gripped her luscious ass.
I broke the kiss as I brought her to the bed.
“I want to do it,” I told her when she moved to take her heels off.
Dropping to my haunches, I took them off before standing back up. Locking her eyes on mine, Marielle stood up and started unbuttoning my tux. It was off, and she was pulling my shirt out of my trousers in a second.
My hands found the pins holding her hair up, and I removed them. Her hair cascaded down, framing the sides of her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” I stated as her hands went to my zipper.
She responded with a slow smile.
I took my hands out of my shirt, and it went with the tux.
“I’m almost naked, and you’re still fully clothed. Doesn’t work that way, baby,” I disclosed with a smirk.
As I slowly pulled down the zipper at the back of her skimpy dress, she held the front to her chest.
She’s shy.
“Baby,” I crooned, pulling her hands away. “I want to see you. All of you.”
The dress fell around my legs.
Her red bra matched her lacy panties, and the sight was enough to make me want to get closer to her. But her comfort and pleasure were the priority tonight. Nothing less.
I reached behind her again to unhook her bra, lifting her chin with my other hand.
“My sole aim tonight is to pleasure you. It’s not about performance. So, if anything feels uncomfortable, don’t hold back from telling me.”
She gave a soft nod, and my lips came down on hers as I removed the straps from her shoulders. She fumbled with my zipper, and I helped her with it, stepping out of my black trousers.
I pulled her close to me, her nipples pressing against my naked chest.
I lifted her again, bringing her to the center of the bed.
She opened her eyes when I ended the kiss.
I crawled lower, hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties.
She rose to her elbow, looking down at me as I took it off her.
“Every part of you is damn lovely,” I uttered, my eyes on the pink flesh begging for my touch.
She made a noisy swallow.
“The last time I tasted you, it was rushed. This time, I’ll pleasure you until I can no longer hold myself from burying my cock deep inside of you.”
She bit her lower lip, her eyes swirling with desire.
I latched my lips onto her pussy without warning. A gasp left her lips as her upper body collapsed into the bed. I licked her wet folds, her soft moans spurring me on. My tongue flicked her hole, and her legs closed violently around my head, making me hold them apart.
I sucked the soft skin, and her waist bucked off the bed, her moans getting louder. Holding her down, I flicked my tongue inside her until she came in a rush. I licked up her cum before sucking her clit again.
I slid two fingers into her, and she arched her back in ecstasy. I couldn’t resist the sight of her perky nipples, and my hand slid up to squeeze her breast, pinching and flicking the nipple. When I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, I moved to the other breast.
She came again with a loud, long moan, her body quaking as I hovered over her. She pulled my shoulders down as she kissed me ferociously. The thought that the taste of her was now on both our tongues made my cock even harder.
“Take me. Now,” she breathed against my lips, making all the blood rush to my raging boner.
I moved back to take my underwear off. The way her eyes dilated a fraction as they landed on my cock made my chest swell in lustful pride.
“Relax, baby. I promised to take care of you,” I assured, coming between her knees.
She nodded.
Her soft moan mingled with mine as I rubbed the tip of my cock against her soft pussy, coating myself with her slick wetness.
I slid into her, inch by inch, until she had taken almost all of me. Her soft, wet pussy hugged my cock like they had always been together. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“Are you okay?” I questioned, and she nodded briskly. “I’m going to start moving.”
I started moving slowly, pleasure overtaking my senses.
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so tight around my cock,” I rasped, my eyes on hers as I brought my hands to either side of her body, supporting my weight.
I increased my speed, and her soft breaths turned into moans.
Then she clenched her pussy around me.
“Damn! Where did you learn to squeeze my cock like that?” I asked, bringing my lips closer to hers as I told her, “Do it again.”
She did. And I almost came on the spot.
“Eduard…I…” she started.
Stuttering never sounded so sexy.
“I know, baby. I’m right there with you.”
A deep groan emanated from my lips as I went even faster, chasing my impending climax.
She came, and I kept fucking her wet pussy as I ejaculated into her.
I partially collapsed over her, and her hand came around me. Our breaths were the only sound in the room as we came down from our euphoria.
“Never in my wildest imagination did I think it’d be this…intense,” Marielle uttered moments later.
“I wasn’t aware you had fantasies of sex with me.”
“Was that all you got from what I said?”
I chuckled.
“Never has it been this perfect for me,” I told her.
***
I thought I had once woken up to the most beautiful sight ever, but that wasn’t true. Waking up to a practically naked, sleepy Marielle was, by far, the best incentive for waking up earlier. The covers were pulled far down her leg, revealing her body covered only by my shirt and nothing else.
Last night’s memory was one I’d forever cherish, I was sure of that.
It was the first time sex, for me, wasn’t about climaxing.
Marielle’s pleasure gave me far greater pleasure than I could ever give myself.
The looks we shared as I moved inside her told me we were now connected in every way possible.
I slid down before gently turning her to lie on her back. She stirred but didn’t wake up.
Perfect.
Parting the unbuttoned shirt, I knelt between her legs, parting them softly.
I licked her clit once, looking up to see her lick her lower lip. I did it again, applying suction this time. Her hand came to her left breast as she let out a heavy breath.
“I see you love it, baby,” I remarked against her now moist pussy.
Her eyes flew open.
That was when it dawned on me.
“You were having a sex dream?”
A small, shy smile crossed her lips.
“It’s fine, baby,” I assured, grinning at her. “As long as it’s about me.”
“Of course,” she replied, her voice low.
She yelped when I lifted her legs to my shoulders.
Her moans filled the room as I tongue fucked her to an orgasm.
“I should…you know, also pleasure you,” she mentioned minutes after.
“It’s not a transaction, baby. We have all the time. The idea of waking you up with my tongue was just too good to pass up.”
“You woke me up with heat,” she pointed out, smiling against my chest.
Her soft fingers traced the scars on my lower chest in silence. No questions asked, no pressure.
A few more minutes of blissful silence passed before I spoke.
“I fell in love once, you know.”
She lifted her head slightly, giving me a surprised gaze.
“What happened?”
I sighed as her head came to my chest again.
“It was before I took charge with the Bratva, before all the blood and burden. It was so easy to forget my decision to never put any woman in danger by letting her get close to me. I was so in love, so sure we would be together forever. But then, it burned me.”
Her fingers didn’t stop moving as I went on.
“She was a spy sent by a rival cartel. It was love for me, smart espionage for her. When I found out, I killed her myself on her allies’ land. I told myself that love wasn’t worth it, after all. I vowed to never let another woman get close again. I promised myself that I would never love.”
She didn’t speak. She took my words in.
“Until you came along. You walked into my life with that stubborn light of yours and brightened my darkness. I tried to keep you away, to hold onto my boundaries. I had no idea how deep I was until it was too late. Now, the heart I never thought I had beats for you.”
She moved then, bringing her lips to kiss my jaw.
“I love you,” she declared as she rested her head again.
“You mean so much to me, it’s terrifying,” I confessed.
As I held her to my chest, I vowed to never let go. I didn’t want to be free for her ever again. Hell, I’d give her the world if she wanted it.
***
My steps slowed when I got close to the music room.
Am I hearing things?
A soft sound floated through the door; it was definitely from the piano.
Who’s playing my piano?
As I moved closer, I realized it wasn’t any complete music. It was more of one sound flowing into another in some kind of cautious experiment.
The door was slightly ajar. I saw her.
My wife sat without noticing me, her eyes focused on the keys she gently pressed.
I remembered when she watched me play. I had thought her to be a music lover or, at most, an enthusiast.
The sounds I heard told me I couldn’t have been more wrong.
They were not the sounds of someone who was just trying to understand a musical instrument. They sounded like two long-separated friends having a calm reunion; the hesitation in her notes was clear.
But something else was also crystal clear as she switched to a different variation.
Marielle is talented.
It made me wonder who or where she learned to play from. I wanted to ask why she ever stopped playing. But I couldn’t interrupt her. Not when she was in a deep conversation with my piano.
I watched her tiny fingers move over the keys, suddenly regretting not attending to the maintenance of the instrument.
I thought of staying there until she was done just to surprise her. But I considered that it might be too early. Maybe when she was more comfortable playing, when her fingers moved more confidently, when her relationship with the piano became warmer.
Somehow, I was sure that time would come soon.
Marielle knew how to make her way into people’s hearts.