Chapter 45
45
Roman
I thought Quinn would claw my eyes out, scream, or run away, and I'd be forced to do things I didn't want to do to ensure her safety.
To hold her in my arms and kiss her, knowing there are no secrets between us, is a blessing I never dared to hope for.
I lead her to the couch, and then I'm on top of her, her body warm and yielding. I take a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Beneath her sweet-and-spicy aroma is the irresistible element that is just her—purity, innocence, perfection.
I take her hand, intertwining my fingers with hers, her skin soft against my scarred knuckles. She turns to me, her eyes shining with the same love and acceptance I saw when I confessed to her. There's more to tell, but the worst is over. My criminal life, the secrets I kept—all laid bare, yet she's still here.
"Quinn," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "You're better than me. Always will be."
She shakes her head. "You deserve happiness, Roman. We both do." Her mouth curves into a mischievous smile. "And it's our wedding night."
This connection is rare and precious; I want to savor every second.
I capture her lips in a hungry kiss, our tongues tangling together as I pour all my remorse into it. She responds with equal fervor, her mouth welcoming, and I'm overwhelmed with the need to hear her breathy cries as she comes.
If my depth of feeling were translated to orgasms, I'd take this beautiful wife of mine to the stars and back a thousand times over.
We part for a moment, both of us panting as we catch our breath. I rest my forehead against hers, my hands roaming her body, desperate to feel every inch of her. I slide my hand up her thigh and breach the waistband of her panties.
"Do you see what you do to me, Quinn?" I murmur. "I'm a fucking fool for you, but it's a fair deal. What man could stay sane for a woman like you?"
She rakes her fingers through my hair, tugging it gently. "You talk too much." She grinds against my already rock-hard cock, and I moan. "Now," she whispers in my ear, "why don't you put your mouth to better use?"
They say fear is an aphrodisiac, but her newfound confidence is what has my dick over-engorged and in desperate need of relief. I crush my lips on hers once more as I remove her dress and toss it aside.
In nothing but her panties, her body is a work of art in the soft lamplight. Her nipples are begging for my touch, and I oblige, taking one in my mouth and sucking it.
I sit back on my heels, and Quinn follows, reaching for the button of my pants. My cock springs free, and she wraps her hand around it. I groan, my fingers winding through her hair.
"Fuck, Quinn," I growl, my hips bucking as she works my throbbing shaft. "That feels so fucking good."
She responds by increasing her grip and increasing her pace, her thumb teasing the underside of my swollen head. My balls tighten, my arousal building to a fever pitch, but I'm nowhere near ready to surrender.
"Suck it, you pretty slut. I want to feel your wet mouth on my cock."
Without hesitation, Quinn sits up in front of me and takes the head of my cock into her mouth. She looks so fucking good, her lips caressing my sensitive tip. She moves slowly, lashing me with her tongue, but I want more. I need more.
"Deeper," I demand, grabbing a fistful of her hair and guiding her movements. "I want to make you choke."
She moans around me, her eyes watering. She draws me further into her mouth and the head of my cock hits the back of her throat hard, her muscles closing around my girth.
Her hand is still pumping my cock, and the other is inside her panties. She works her clit feverishly, carried away by the thrill of submitting to me.
"Oh yeah, take it," I groan, my hips thrusting forward as I push myself deeper into her mouth. "You love it when I fuck your face. Such a good girl."
I can feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I get closer to the edge. Saliva runs down Quinn's chin as she relaxes her throat, and it's all I can do to stop, but I must.
However much as it'd be fun to explode all over her face, I want her clutching heat around me and to see that pussy overflow with my come.
I pull out of her mouth and hold her by her shoulders. Her eyes are wild.
"Stop touching yourself," I say. "Now, Quinn. I mean it."
She hisses in frustration and removes her hand from her panties. I drop to my knees and raise her fingers to my lips, sucking the juice from them, and she stares, slack-jawed.
"I don't care who you are," she says. "I don't care what you've done. The way you look at me, the things you do, how you make me feel—I can't help it. I want you. Don't torment me now."
"I won't." I push her onto her back and slide her panties down her legs. "At least, not for too long."
I take a moment to admire the way her pussy glistens in the soft lamplight, her folds slick with her wetness. The fresh scent of her fills the room, and I settle my face between her thighs, my tongue nudging her swollen clit.
She cries out, her body writhing as she grinds against my mouth.
"Eat me," she gasps. "I'll come so easily, I promise. Just do it!"
I chuckle and trace slow circles around her clit, savoring the way she moans and surges beneath me. Her hands grip the sheets, and I slide a finger inside her, curling it upwards to hit her G-spot.
"You’re delectable, moya zhena ," I say. "Such a delicious pussy."
She's getting closer, trembling as she hurtles towards her orgasm. I slip another finger in, stretching her as I stroke that sweet spot, and she cries out.
"I'm coming!" I glance up and lock my eyes on hers. "Roman!"
"That's it, baby. Scream my name."
She comes apart beneath me, her pussy clenching around my fingers in waves of pleasure. I pull back for a moment, watching her as she rides out her climax. She's flushed, her chest heaving as she tries to steady her breath.
I know she wants more, and I'm more than willing to give it to her. I have to get it right; before she's climbed down from the peak, but not while she's still at the height of the sensation.
Now.
With one final flick of my tongue, she explodes again, her eyes rolling back in her head. I continue to work her through her orgasm, savoring the feel of her coming apart under my touch.
When she finally stills, I move up her body, pressing my hard cock between her legs.
"I want you," she whispers, her eyes dark with desire.
"I need you," I reply. "Be a good girl and take it."
As I slide into Quinn's waiting pussy, I can't help but let out a low growl of bliss. She's so fucking tight, her walls gripping me like a velvet vise, my every nerve ending on high alert as I savor the feeling of being buried inside her.
She gasps as I fill her, her hips bucking up to meet mine as we begin to move together. Our bodies are perfectly in sync, our movements fluid and instinctive as we lose ourselves in the rhythm. Her muscles ripple around me, pulling me deeper as we race towards our release.
"Fuck, Quinn," I growl, my hands roaming over her body. She's so fucking beautiful, her skin glowing with sweat as she writhes beneath me. Her big tits bounce with every thrust, her nipples hard and pink, and I take one in my mouth, sucking and teasing it as she moans my name.
"Oh yes, Roman, like that," she cries out, her hips bucking as I lavish attention on her breasts. "I love the way you fuck me."
Her dirty talk only serves to turn me on even more, and I pick up the pace, slamming into her harder and faster as we both chase our release. Her muscles squeeze me even tighter, pulling me deeper as she gets closer to orgasm.
"That's it, rusalka ," I whisper in her ear, my breath hot and heavy. "Come again for me. Come all over my cock."
With one final thrust, she unravels, convulsing around me. I pull out and pin her with my weight as she rides it out.
I'm not done yet, and I lift my body, rolling her onto her front. The sight of her buttocks, so round and perfect, is enough to make my cock throb with need. I give it a playful smack, and her flesh jiggles with the impact.
"Ohh, that hurts," Quinn says, looking over her shoulder at me.
I smile and massage her flesh, sliding my fingers over the reddened skin. With her prone beneath me, I rest my hips on the soft cushion of her ass and slowly guide my cock toward her entrance, savoring her warmth enveloping me as my girth opens her up.
From this angle, I can see everything. The way her ass moves with each thrust, her pussy glistens with wetness, and her core tenses. Her tight pussy gripping my cock in this position is almost more than I can handle. Every movement sends a shockwave through me, my orgasm building once again.
I prop myself up on my hands as though I'm doing push-ups and slam into her with a ferocity that I didn't know I possessed. Her body trembles beneath me as she nears her own release, and I know I won't be able to hold out much longer.
I bottom out hard and cry out as my orgasm powers through me, my cock pulsing inside her as each surge floods her with my come. Quinn gasps into the couch cushion as she climaxes for a third time, her head rolling as she shudders with ecstasy.
Our bodies are entwined, hearts beating in sync. I keep her close, my lips pressed to her hair, breathing in her scent.
This is where I belong. No matter what the future holds, we'll face it together. The fire almost tore us apart but also forged an unbreakable bond between us.
I can face anything if I have my wife by my side. And for the first time in my life, I allow myself to believe that love doesn't have to bring pain.
With Quinn, I am home.