4. Tori
TORI
I slowly came awake to the sound of the bedroom door closing, the soft hush of clothes hitting the floor, the shift of the bed as Stefan slid in beside me. It took me a moment to remember where I was, the guest room still dark and the shadows unfamiliar to me.
My first instinct was to wriggle back toward him, but I stopped myself.
I wasn’t sure what to do. Being close to Stefan, feeling connected to him, opening my legs wide for him and riding his cock, yes, I wanted all of that, and badly—but I had no idea where I stood now, no idea what had passed between him and Anja back at Konstantin’s apartment.
Giving in to what my body craved without any thought of the consequences would be a mistake.
It was possible I’d already lost Stefan, and didn’t even know it yet.
Before I could ponder things any further, though, I felt him snuggling his warm, naked body into my back. Letting out a sigh, I realized that resisting him would be nearly impossible.
He pulled my hair gently over my shoulder and started kissing the back of my neck, his lips firm and his breath hot against the sensitive skin at my nape.
I could smell the alcohol coming off of him, but I couldn’t bring myself to push him away.
The truth was, I didn’t want him to stop.
I needed him, emotionally and physically.
And god, he was giving me the most delicious chills.
Closing my eyes, I bent my head to give him better access to my neck and let myself revel in the sensations, desire curling tightly in my lower belly.
His strong hands circled my waist, pulling me even closer to him. Through the thin fabric of my pajama pants, I could feel his cock, pressing hard and needy against my ass.
“Tori,” he murmured, grinding into my backside. “I need you.”
My heart seemed to squeeze in my chest. I didn’t know if his words were true. It was obvious that he wanted me, and desperately, but I didn’t know if it was the booze talking, or pure animal lust, or if Stefan genuinely loved me and needed to be with me in this moment.
I was torn. There was no denying that my body had already begun to respond to his touches, but I didn’t want sex to confuse the situation.
Was this the right thing for us to do considering everything that was going on with Anja and the boy, and our marriage quite possibly in jeopardy?
On the other hand, I loved him. I always would. Every part of me cried out for him.
Stefan’s hands roamed my body, sliding up under my tank top to cup my breasts.
Then his fingers tweaked my nipples just the way I liked, the way that made me so hot I couldn’t see straight, so hot that all rational thought fled my mind.
I squirmed in the bed, grinding my ass back into him.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
There was no holding back the soft moan that escaped my lips as he pinched and stroked both of my nipples at the same time, sending bursts of pleasure and pain through me, waves of hot need going directly to my clit.
It felt so good, it was hard to imagine stopping.
My hips were grinding faster under the sheets, meeting and encouraging the thrusts of his bare cock against my ass.
I was desperate for him, for his dick, for his attention and affection.
But I didn’t want to let myself be taken by him, body and soul, when I knew full well that there was still a chance he’d walk away to be with Anja and his son. When what I should be doing was building a wall between Stefan and myself, blocking off my feelings for him.
God, I could feel myself getting wetter every second that he had his hands on me.
If I was being honest, I wanted to protect myself from even more heartache—but I wanted to take care of him, too. And I could tell that he needed me, by his words and actions. That in itself was intoxicating.
I loved my husband. There was no doubt in my mind. And if our relationship was solid, was as strong as I thought, then it would withstand a blow like the one it had taken tonight. These new revelations might shake us, but they wouldn’t destroy us. Wouldn’t change what we had built together.
That’s what I wanted to believe.
Because I needed him just as much as he needed me.
And, if I was wrong about everything—if nothing I felt in my heart about Stefan and me was actually true—then this might be the last night that we were together.
I pulled away, turning in Stefan’s arms to face him. He searched my eyes, but before I could speak his lips halted my words, his tongue stroking aggressively against mine. I was hungry for him. Our mutual desperation was unstoppable as we devoured each other’s mouths.
If he was drunk on his father’s whiskey, I was just as drunk with my own desire, my hands wrapping around his neck as he rolled me onto my back, tugging my pants and underwear off and my top over my head.
“Stefan,” I panted between kisses, “I need you, too. I need you now.”
His hands slipped down, forcing my legs open, wrapping them around his hips. He rubbed the head of his cock against my swollen lips, the sensation so intense that I cried out into his mouth. He didn’t let me go. Didn’t give me a moment to breathe as he kissed me deeper.
I felt hot tears at the corners of my eyes, the intensity of my emotions and my desire overwhelming me. Trying to blink them away, I only succeeded in forcing them out, and Stefan immediately pulled back.
“What did I do?” he whispered. “Am I hurting you?”
Answering that was too fucking complicated. Lying was easier.
“No,” I murmured. “I just…love you. I need to be with you.”
Reaching for him, I pulled his mouth back down onto mine until I was lost in his kiss again. I didn’t break away until I had to stop to catch my breath.
“You should have stayed with me earlier,” Stefan said as his hand slid between my legs, tracing my seam. “I wanted you to stay.”
I shook my head, hissing as his fingers found my clit, stroking softly.
“You needed to be with her,” I said. “Alone.” As he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently, I gasped. It felt good. Too good. So good it hurt.
I loved it, the pain and pleasure mixing together. It was perfect. He was perfect.
“I needed you,” he insisted.
Tears threatened again, so I unhooked my legs from around his waist and rolled onto my side.
I was afraid to speak, afraid that anything more I tried to say would be my undoing, but Stefan only came up behind me and spooned my body in his, holding me tight as he nuzzled my hair.
We were positioned the same as before, his cock still raging hard as it pressed into me.
Fighting this was futile. I knew exactly what I wanted.
I arched back against him with renewed urgency, wanting to feel him, wanting to be close, but knowing I’d be unable to look at my husband without tears welling up in my eyes.
His hand slid down to my pussy, where I was wet and ready. He stroked my clit again, making me moan slowly, deeply, drinking in every drop of pleasure. Then, without warning, he thrust a finger deep inside of me, forcing my hips back harder against his cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, bearing down on his finger, wanting more.
“You like that?” he asked. “You like it when I fuck you with my hands?”
“Yes,” I said. “I love your hands. I want you to touch me.”
He pumped his finger back and forth gently, too gently, making me cry out with need.
“You want it bad,” he said, each word accompanied by a thrust of his finger, going deeper and deeper. “I can tell. You’re dying for me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I begged, my hips thrusting, my juices wetting his whole hand. “Please fuck me, Stefan. I can’t be—” I gasped out a breath as he curled his finger to tap my G-spot. “Oh fuck, that’s good. Don’t stop. I can’t be without you.”
He repositioned us so that I was face down on the mattress and he was on top of me, his finger still fucking me. I grinded against his hand faster, fucking his finger, moaning into the sheets as the pleasure sparked through me. When he withdrew, I practically whimpered.
“I need more,” I said.
“You’re gonna get more,” Stefan replied.
With rough hands against my hips, he pulled my ass up off the bed.
I was exposed to him, tense with anticipation.
He slid his hand along the curve of my ass cheek before drawing his hand back and slapping me hard, right there.
I gasped at the sting against my skin, the wash of heat afterward, shocked by the way my pussy clenched in response.
“God, yes,” I said. “Again.”
I loved it. I wanted more.
“You like that?” he asked and spanked me again. This time I moaned, my hips bucking. He did it again and I could feel my wetness dripping down the inside of my thigh.
“Stefan,” I begged, choking out the words. “I can’t wait. I’m ready now.”
“You want my cock?” he demanded, stroking my ass tenderly.
“Yes,” I agreed. “Now.”
Gripping my hip with one hand, he nudged my knees further apart with his thigh and then I felt the head of his cock against my wet slit, sliding up and down, teasing me. I sighed, already feeling the first hints of an orgasm.
“You’re mine,” Stefan said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. “Only mine.”
He tapped his dick with his finger as he pressed the tip of his cock right up against me, so I could feel the vibrations in my pussy. It was so good. So perfect.
Tears returned to my eyes.
“I’m yours,” I said, echoing his words. “Give it to me.”
“I’m not gonna go easy on you,” he growled, and I felt another flush of heat spread between my thighs.
Then he slammed into me, hard and deep, claiming me as his own.
I cried out at the exquisite pleasure, at how right it felt, and for a moment we stayed like that, connected, his cock so tight and thick I could feel it throbbing inside me.
I could have come like that, but then he grabbed my hair, tugging my head back, and started fucking me fast and hard.
The friction was incredible, every thrust coaxing high-pitched moans from my throat.
His fingers dug into my skin as he braced himself with his other hand on my hip, and I hoped he would leave a mark.
That tomorrow morning, I’d have something visible on my body to remember him by.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, leaning into it, my breasts bouncing hard with each thrust.
He went back to teasing me again, easing his pace until I begged him to go faster, then pumping into me so hard and quick I had to beg him to slow down.
I loved every second of it. My face was pressed into a pillow, the sheets crumpled tight in my fists as each swing of his cock pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
“I love the way you feel,” Stefan groaned, his hand slapping my ass again. “I love how tight your wet little pussy is around my cock.”
“Yes,” I panted, spreading my knees as far apart as I could, opening my body even wider to him, wanting to feel him even deeper. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.”
“You’re perfect for me.” Stefan gripped my ass harder, groaning as he pounded into me. “You’re mine.”
His words made me even wetter, my entire body shuddering with the waves of pleasure he sent crashing through me. It still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. Wanted to feel every last inch of him inside me.
“Harder,” I begged, needing this, knowing it might be my last chance to give myself to him. Knowing this might be goodbye. “I need more.”
Stefan pulled out and flipped me over onto my back. Then he turned on the small bedside lamp so he could rake his gaze over my naked body in the dim light, and when our eyes locked I could see the lust gleaming in his.
“You really are perfect,” he said.
Climbing over me on the bed, he pushed my knees up toward my chest so I was completely split open for him.
As I waited for him to slam into my pussy, I could feel my heart hammering.
When he finally thrusted inside me again, filling me up, I moaned along with him.
We were both breathing hard, gasping for air as his long, hard cock stroked in and out of me in a blissful rhythm. I couldn’t get enough.
“More,” I ordered. “You feel so good.”
He slipped his hand down and swept his thumb in circles over my clit, just above where his cock was fucking me, and my entire body jerked with pleasure.
“I love you, Tori,” Stefan groaned as I thrusted in time with him, my body moving of its own volition, searching, seeking release. “I’ll always love you. I promise.”
Hearing his words, my eyes began to burn again and I tilted my hips up off the bed, forcing his cock even deeper.
I didn’t know if he would remember his promises tomorrow when he was fully sober, or if he would regret them.
Didn’t know if he’d remember how we’d made love like this.
But I didn’t care. All I cared about was taking as much of him as I could in this moment and holding on.
“Take me,” I told him. “As hard as you can.”
He did as I asked, fucking me even harder, almost violently, his hips drumming against mine as my head hit the headboard.
I lost myself in the movements of his body, in the way he took me, the feel of his cock inside of me, of his fingers against my clit.
Hot sparks were twisting in my core, faster, hotter, deeper.
I yelled his name, finally climaxing in an explosion of sensation and pleasure.
My pussy clenched around him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I came in waves, harder and stronger than I ever had before.
Leaning over me, Stefan kept fucking me, driving his cock into my orgasm, my body no longer my own, his body no longer his.
My release began to ebb, the contractions slowing, and then just when it seemed completely impossible, the hints of another orgasm began to spread through me.
I slid my hands down to Stefan’s biceps, squeezing, holding on as tight as I could.
“I’m coming,” I told him, tears pricking my eyes. “I’m coming again.”
“I love you,” he said, his voice hoarse in my ear. “I love you. Only you.”
He dropped his lips onto mine as he fucked me hard, drawing out my second orgasm, making me cry out beneath him, moaning my pleasure into the quiet of the room. Then he spilled his own release deep and hot inside of me, whispering my name as he came.