Chapter 15 #3
I laugh and then stand on my tiptoes so I can press my lips to the skin right below my name. “Thank you, Valeri,” I whisper, knowing what this symbolizes to him. It’s a permanent vow to me, a promise that no one else will ever have his heart but me.
“It’s you or nothing, lapochka,” he says, cupping the back of my head.
He holds me against him while he steers us along a path that he’s clearly mapped out ahead of time.
When he eventually slows down and drops anchor, I look out, trying to see through the darkness, but there’s only the sound of water lapping against the boat and nothing that’s visible beyond a few feet.
“Where are we?”
“A secret spot that I found not too long ago. When the sun rises, you’ll see a small island with sandy beaches and the prettiest blue water.
” His hand slides down my back before splaying his hand over my dress and cupping my ass.
“I’m going to fuck my wife in every available spot and in every position I can think of. ”
“That sounds like I might need to do some stretches first to limber up.”
He laughs and presses me harder against him, letting me feel his erection. “That wouldn’t be a bad idea.” His lips ghost along my cheek before he tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “But I can promise that you’ll still be sore, baby.”
I drag my nails along his chest, lightly scraping them across the peaks and grooves of his muscles. “Maybe you’ll be sore too,” I tell him.
He throws back his head and laughs before fisting my hair and tilting my head up to the sky. His other hand wraps around my neck as he leans closer. “God, I hope so.”
Keeping me in his tight grip, he kisses a line from my hair, slowly working his way down my temple and then my cheek, working a path to my mouth.
By the time his lips press against mine, I’m already breathless.
I know he can feel my pulse racing against his hand, hear the ragged breaths I’m drawing in around our kiss, and feel the way my body is starting to tremble.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my lips.
He picks me up and carries me back to the deck, setting me down on one of the round loungers.
The fairy lights around us put off the perfect amount of light, allowing me to see the green of his eyes and blown pupils as he burns through my dress with his gaze.
“Show me what’s mine.” His voice is strained, accent thick, and when I reach for the zipper on the side of my dress, he stills my hand. “No, lift it up. I want to eat your pussy with your dress on.”
A moan escapes at his words as my hands clutch at the fabric of my dress, quickly pulling it up until it’s bunched around my waist and I’m spreading my thighs without him even having to ask. The approving grin he gives me sends a rush of pleasure through me.
“Good girl, baby.” He runs his hands up my thigh highs before hooking a finger under one of the garters. “I fucking love this,” he murmurs, leaning closer to catch the silky ribbon between his teeth and give a soft tug.
I lay back, my dress still fisted in my hands and look up at the stars filling the sky above us.
With the bunched-up dress, I can’t see his face, but I can feel his lips as he kisses a line up my inner thigh while his thumbs slide under the tops of my thigh highs, lazily dragging along my skin before he spreads me wider.
When he gets to my center, he nuzzles my pussy.
I hear him take in a long, slow breath before groaning and running his tongue along my lace-covered slit.
“These are beautiful panties, sweetheart, but they’re not going to last the night.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just grips them in his teeth and pulls back hard enough to rip through the delicate lace.
As soon as my pussy is exposed, he growls something in Russian and then latches onto me with a hunger that steals my breath.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he kisses and nips at my pussy lips until my whole body is quivering with need.
I feel the heat of his breath hit my clit when he gives a soft laugh at the sounds he’s pulling from me.
“Is my wife eager to come?” he asks, giving my clit the softest of licks.
“God yes,” I moan. “Valeri, please.”
“You do beg so sweetly, baby.” He circles my bundle of nerves with his tongue, rimming me while making sure to never give me too much.
He keeps me on the edge until I’m shaking and gasping and pleading with him to let me come.
When he takes pity on me and latches onto my clit, I scream his name and come harder than I ever have in my life.
My heels dig into his back as my hips buck up against his insatiable mouth.
I break into a million pieces, shattered by pure ecstasy, and I never want it to stop.
Vibrations hit me as he growls against my pussy, rolling my clit with his tongue and pushing me straight into another orgasm.
My ragged screams shoot out into the night sky, but there’s no one else around to hear them.
When my whole body goes limp, Valeri gentles his movements.
Soft licks and kisses cover my pussy as I catch my breath.
I’m still dazed when he stands and strips out of the rest of his tux.
His face glistens with my release, and the sight of it awakens some savage, possessive part of myself. As soon as he’s close enough, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down before running my tongue over his wet chin.
“You should always taste like my pussy,” I tell him.
“Goddamn,” he groans. “My girl’s gone feral.”
He smiles and reaches up to slide my zipper down. Without taking my dress off, he pushes the top down enough to reveal my white, lacy strapless bra. Dipping his fingers under the lace, he roughly pushes it down as well, exposing my bare breasts.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. My heart stopped beating when I saw you in this dress. Every part of me stilled, like I’d been waiting my whole life just to get to today, just to get to you.”
I run my fingers up his chest, dancing them over the old bullet wound that could’ve easily ended his life and changed the course of mine until I’m clasping them behind his neck and wrapping my legs around him. The thick head of his cock presses firmly against my slit, but he doesn’t slide in.
“I need you inside me,” I whisper against his lips and then run my tongue over them, lightly dipping inside and pulling back when he opens wider for me. “I need my husband to fill me and spread me wide.”
With a groan he kisses me and slowly slides in, feeding me his cock until I’m gasping and digging my nails into his back because of how fucking good it feels. He cups the back of my neck, and the feel of his wedding band against my skin has me rocking my hips even harder against him.
“Mine,” I moan, giving his bottom lip a bite as I tighten my arms and legs around him.
“I’m all yours, baby, and only yours,” he growls, fucking me right into another orgasm.
He slams into me in a brutal rhythm that toes the line of being too damn much, but I don’t fight it.
I give myself over to him, drunk on lust and ecstasy and pure fucking bliss.
My body tightens around him, urging him to let go with me, and with one last growl, he buries himself inside me as deeply as possible, squeezing his fingers around my neck to lock me in place.
His cock pulses, filling me with his seed while I cling to him so tightly that we no longer feel like two separate bodies.
He consumes every part of me. I breathe in the scent of his cologne and lick the salty sweat from his neck, feeling the vein beneath my tongue as he groans one last time before his body stills.
His breaths are hot on my skin and his body heavy on top of mine.
I run my hand through his hair while the other traces a lazy path along his back.
His thumb caresses my neck before he slowly slides out of me and then rolls over. Resting one arm behind his head, he grabs me with the other and pulls my body up against his. Kissing my forehead, he says, “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, Valeri.” I kiss his chest before looking back up at the stars. “It’s so peaceful here.”
“Have you decided where you want to go for our honeymoon?”
I smile because he’s been asking me for weeks, but I haven’t been able to settle on anything. There are too many choices, and the more I research, the harder the choice becomes, but suddenly I know exactly what I want to do.
“Right here,” I tell him, sitting up on my elbow so I can see him better. “I want to stay on the yacht and drift around with you. I want to pretend that we’re the only two people left on earth, no responsibilities, no worries, just you and me.”
He smiles and cups my face. “That sounds perfect, baby.” Dragging his finger down my neck, he adds, “Just so you know, I’m not done for the night, just taking a breather.”
I laugh and pat his chest. “I never doubted it.”
His fingers run over my nipple and along the curve of my breast. “There’s one more thing we need to do before you take this dress off.”
“What’s that?” I ask, looking down at how rumpled it is.
“For the last few weeks I’ve been fantasizing about you in this dress, lapochka.
It’s the only time you’ll ever wear it, and it seemed like such a shame to take it off you so quickly, so I decided that I wouldn’t let you out of it until it was an absolute mess, not until I thought it was filthy enough.
” He drags a finger along the white fabric.
“It’s not dirty enough, baby. I don’t even see any tears in the lace. ”
He lifts up onto one elbow and slides his hand up my thigh and around to my ass, squeezing my bare cheek in his large hand.
Pulling me closer, he brings his hand further down so he can drag a finger along my pussy from behind.
I let out a soft moan when he brings his wet finger up, pressing it against my asshole.