Chapter 15 Zofia #2
I slipped into the bathroom, unzipping the dress myself and hanging it up in the closet.
Pulling my hair out of the updo, I gently fixed my curls before opening the bag I’d purchased earlier.
The white lace and sheer mesh babydoll slid free from the tissue paper, and I put it on before I could second guess myself again, and then changed into the panties.
It was gorgeous, with little pearl detailing on the top, and I ran my fingers down the fabric, appreciating how it looked on me.
The stark white popped against my skin, and I loved the way it hugged my curves.
When I slipped out of the bathroom, I found Nic lounging on the bed, suit coat and vest discarded over the back of a chair. He’d loosened the top buttons of his shirt, giving just a peek of his chiseled abdomen.
“Wow,” he rasped, sitting up. “You’re…” Nicolas trailed off. “Radiant. Stunning. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I was pretty sure I’d never forget the look in his eyes as he caught sight of me, like he couldn’t look away.
“You like it?” I did a little twirl for him.
“Like it?” He shook his head. “Like isn’t a big enough word, Gorgeous.”
I smoothed my hands down it, feeling nervous. “I wasn’t sure if it was too much. Maybe it’s crazy, but I wanted to have something special for our wedding night.”
He let out a strangled groan. “Come here, baby.” My heart fluttered at the pet name. He’d used it last night, too, and it made my insides melt.
Walking over to the bed, I stood between his legs. He ran his hands up and down my body, from my hips to my breasts, his face in rapt attention.
I let my hands rest on his shoulders, shutting my eyes and breathing him in.
He kissed my neck, his thumbs hooking through the waistband of my pretty lace panties, and I moved to straddle his lap. Nic picked me up, shimmying us backwards until his back hit the headboard.
“We’re married,” I whispered, slowly unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his shirt.
He grinned, helping me take his shirt off before his hands slid up to cup my ass. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmured, his fingers rubbing back and forth underneath my underwear.
My core pressed over his erection, and I let out a moan, only a few layers of fabric separating us.
How was it possible that I’d taken him last night, and I was already desperate to have him inside of me again tonight?
Except it felt different this time. Maybe because of the vows we’d given each other.
We didn’t love each other—not like that, anyway—but this felt special.
If it was my one and only wedding night, I wanted to remember it.
I tilted my head down to kiss him softly, my tongue running across his lips before his joined mine, sweeping through my mouth. He brushed his tongue over mine so sweetly and gently, his hands tightening on my ass, my hips, rubbing me against his hard length as we kissed.
I’d never understood dry humping before—it never really seemed that exciting—but there was something different about it now.
Maybe because I was closer to coming than I ever had been without extra stimulation, and I was out of my mind.
No man had ever made me as wet as Nic did, something I was trying not to look too deeply into.
Because my fake husband was my ideal man. He was just my type, physically and intellectually. Nicolas could challenge me at every turn, keep me on my toes, and he respected my decisions. He depended on me, and maybe that was the hottest thing.
His hips thrust up, and I let out a gasp against his lips as the fabric scraped over my clit. “Yes,” I cried. “Again.” Nic repeated the motion, and I moaned. “So good.”
“Do you think you can come like this?” he asked, rolling his hips, pushing his cock against me as his fingers tightened on my skin.
“I—Yes.” I was so close. Holding onto his shoulders, I bucked my hips faster, grinding down on his hardened length, chasing my release.
My whole body was on the edge and begging for it.
It was like a bolt of lightning when my orgasm hit me, the friction and pressure too good to hold back, and I slumped against him, needing a moment to catch my breath.
“Fuck," he murmured, his hands resting on my lower back and rubbing softly as he stilled. “You’re incredible.”
I reached behind me, going to unhook the babydoll, but Nicolas’s hand stopped me.
“Leave it on,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“It’s beautiful—you’re beautiful, and I want you on top of me.
Want to stare at my beautiful wife in her wedding lingerie as she rides me.
” He brushed a few strands of hair away from my face.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more certain about anything,” Nicolas responded, his eyes full of heat.
I shimmied backwards, just enough that I could pull the zipper down on his pants, pushing his boxers back to free his erection. Wrapping my fist around his length, I pumped it a few times before running my tongue over his tip, lapping up the bead of pre-cum there.
He groaned, hands holding me in place, and then I was straddling him once more.
I could feel how wet I was from my climax, and I knew I wouldn’t require any extra lubrication to fit him inside of me.
Pushing my lacy thong to the side, I positioned his tip at my entrance, sinking down onto it, already feeling so fucking full.
I groaned. “You feel so good.” I wiggled myself down deeper, taking a few more inches.
Nic thrust upwards, burying himself, and then he cursed, gripping my hips. “Fuck, Zo. Condom.”
Shit. In my lust-filled haze, I hadn’t even thought about protection. “I’m all good,” I told him. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, and my last test was all clear.”
“Me too.” He cupped my cheek. “I’ve never had sex without condoms before, and I—” He swallowed roughly. “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. Haven’t even looked at another woman since you became my assistant.”
I gasped, and then let out a moan as the motion brought him in direct contact with my g-spot. “Right there,” I moaned. It felt so good like this, even better than I’d ever thought possible. I rocked my hips, placing my hands on his abdomen.
He groaned, wrapping me up in his arms as he sat us up, pulling me off his cock. “Are you on anything?”
“No,” I whispered. Birth control made me anxious, even when I’d tried a ton of different types, and I hated how it affected by body. “I don’t like the way it makes me feel.”
“Zofia,” he croaked, lips finding my neck. “You can’t tell me that.”
“Tell you what?” I gave him a soft smile, pressing my lips to his shoulder.
He shook his head. “We should be safe.”
“I know,” I groaned. What he was saying was the smart thing. But damn, if it hadn’t felt insanely good to have him inside me bare.
But me getting pregnant during our fake marriage was a terrible idea—kids weren’t part of the plan. Not when we’d be getting divorced in two years—or sooner if he found someone he wanted to marry instead.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Let me put a condom on, and then we can continue.” I nodded, watching as he reached over to the nightstand, pulling one out of the drawer.
I took it from his hands, tearing the wrapper and rolling it on before he laid back down on the bed, pulling me back on top of him.
Once again, I guided him to my entrance, sinking down and taking the entire length of him in one movement. Letting out a loud moan, I dug my fingernails into his abs, my knees resting on either side of him as I rocked back and forth, each movement making my breasts bounce in the lacy top.
“That’s my pretty bride,” he praised, his hips raising to meet mine with every rock against him. Each thrust was incredible, even if I missed feeling his warmth inside me. “So gorgeous as you ride my cock, wife.”
He continued praising me as I rode him, sliding up and down on his length and not caring about the whines that continuously slipped from my lips.
“Gonna come again,” I gasped, and then his thumb was on my clit, pressing down hard enough to give me the pressure I desperately needed until I gushed, coming all over him.
Nicolas let out a grunt as my pussy contracted and fluttered around him, still pulsing from the orgasm, and he wrapped me up in his arms, bringing me down onto his body as he followed close behind with a roar.
We stayed like that, with him murmuring praises into my ear and me pressed against his bare chest, until we fell asleep, Nic still buried deep inside me.