33. Konstantin
33
KONSTANTIN
I’m not one for impulse. I like to plot my actions out, review them, rewrite them, then review them all over again. But sometimes my desire trumps all logic.
It’s what led me to Emily, and now, it’s responsible for this.
I’ve kissed her countless times before now. Each time has been different but amazing.
This is beyond any of them.
She whimpers down my throat. Her soft hands grab at my shoulders, forcing me closer, demanding more of me. I’m eager to give her everything I can. I bury my fingers deeper into her hair until I’ve undone her French twist. The long pins holding it together topple to the floor, forever lost among the stable hay.
She fumbles for my black jacket, pushing it down my arms. I help her get it off and toss it carelessly to the floor. Emily ends our kiss long enough to gulp some air before diving in with new energy. With feverish excitement I explore the length of her neck, and then my mouth moves to her shoulders, one after the other, kissing them lightly.
She moans each time, and my cock stirs to life, throbbing in anticipation.
Shifting until I’m behind her, I begin to undo each clasp. It’s agonizingly slow work. Every sliver of her skin I reveal makes my cock harder and harder.
Slowly, the dress loses its rigid shape like a cocoon coming undone. Emily breathes heavily, her shoulders shaking as she endures my touch.
“What’s taking so long?” she asks.
“I’m giving you the reverence you deserve,” I reply breathily. “After all, it is our wedding night.”
She shoots a look at me. Her chestnut hair covers most of her face as the wild look returns in her dazzling sapphire eyes.
“What happens if you destroy this dress?”
Catching her chin, I force her to look at me. “Then you can do whatever you want to me.”
Her pink lips twist into a million shapes before she presses her lips feverishly against mine. Her soft fingers start tugging at my pants, stroking the length of my rock-hard cock.
Clutching her dress in turn, I pull it down over her hips to free her from it. Underneath, she wears a simple pair of white lace panties and a matching demi-bra. Freckles dot her chest and ribs. They make a path down to the dimples in her hip, like a galaxy full of stars.
“You’re beautiful, Kitty Cat.”
“Stop it,” she says bashfully.
“Never.” Taking her wrists, I kiss the insides of them before I tug apart my own tie.
Emily’s hands soon join the work, attacking my buttons with less control than I did with her dress. When she exposes my collarbone, she tears the shirt from my chest
“Oh!”
She gasps at my exposed chest, dotted with the tattoos that tell the story of my criminal life. Everything from the stars above my chest to the skulls and crosses beneath them.
But her eyes aren’t focused on those.
I know what she’s really staring at.
Taking her right hand, I place it on my left pec. “Knife scars,” I explain.
“From Domenico?”
I answer her with a nod and nothing more. I have no intention of reliving that memory and its awful consequences. Not now, not when those consequences have nearly taken her away from me.
To her credit, she doesn’t press any further. Instead, she closes the distance between us and kisses me with a renewed urgency.
My tongue traces the roof of her mouth, and she moans deliciously in response.
Holding her by her middle, I push her against the nearest wooden beam. Her cry of surprise makes the horses shuffle uneasily. “Konstantin, what are you doing?”
“I want to get a good look at the ass you’ve been teasing me with for days.”
“Yes, please.” she whispers under her breath. But she puts her chest against the post, presenting her ass to me without any argument.
My cock surges painfully in my pants. Her panties strains over her pussy, the fabric already soaked. But my attention is reserved for her curvy ass—smooth and perfectly shaped. Her petite form fits perfect in my large hands as if she was tailor made for me. Placing my palms on her ass, I lean forward to bite her gently on the shoulder.
“I seem to recall you still owe me two holes for the dresses.”
“I do,” she moans. She gazes over her shoulder wantonly. Her whole face is beet red, and her eyes are positively wild . “Come and take them,” she breathes. “I’m your greedy little cock slut, remember?”
My heart thunders in my cock. “Careful what you wish for, Kitty Cat.”
I give her right cheek a slap, and she yelps playfully. This time, she doesn’t shy away. Instead, she pushes her ass out further, inviting me to spank her again.
And I do.
She whimpers as I leave another red handprint on her delicate pale skin. My own groan of anticipation is loud enough to overpower hers.
I can shove my cock inside of her right here and now, but I won’t.
Not until she’s begging me for it.
“How badly do you want me to fuck you, Kitty Cat?” I bend down and unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts. I hook my fingers under her panties to peel them away, and marvel at the thin gossamer wetness that follows like silk from her dripping wet pussy.
Placing my hand against her, I give that pussy a single stroke with my finger, teasing out a long moan of pleasure from her throat before I lean in closer to her ear.
“To hold you down until there’s nowhere to go,” I repeat her own words back to her.
She shudders.
My hands move to grip her creamy thighs, and part them with an effortless push. “To force your legs apart.”
“Yes …”
“To fuck you without mercy.” I dip a single finger in her inviting pussy. She bucks under my touch. “To use your greedy little holes.” Her back arches, and her delectable ass rises higher in the moonlight. “To make you scream.” I start kneading her breast and tugging on her nipples with my other hand. “Make you come.” I kiss my way down her spine, periodically breaking the line of kisses with a tiny little bite that draws out tiny little mewing sounds from her quivering lips.
“Make you beg.” My finger pumps faster, and her wetness starts to soak my hand. “And lose control.”
“But not yet.” I tell her as I flip her around to face me.
“Please, Konstantin!” She bites her lips as she begs. “PLEASE!”
“You’re not ready yet, Kitty Cat.” I drape my fingers over her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider.
“I am ready …” she protests. “I swear I am!”
“Not. Yet.”
Slowly, I start kissing my way down. Past her long neck, her delicious breasts, her perky little pink nipples that are quivering in the moonlight. Past her flat pale belly dotted with her freckles, until my mouth settles at the space between her legs.
My tongue rides over her lower lips, savoring her pink sweetness. Emily gasps sharply, her thighs squeezing around my head. Her hands wind in my hair, tugging like she wants to stop me, but it’s a waste of time.
“Oh!” she whimpers. “Oh fuck! That feels amazing!”
I grin around her clit, letting my tongue make lazy circles around the sensitive nub. My fingers push into her tight walls and spread her wider, stretching her with each inch of my knuckles so that I can drink down her sweet nectar. I can feel her burning up in my hands. I can feel her control slipping against my mouth.
The more insistently I lick, the tighter she squeezes.
Her pussy pulses around my fingers at the same pace as her breathing. I watch her breasts rise, bouncing as she rides the wave of her impending orgasm higher and higher.
Her inner muscles start quivering.
That’s it. Come for me, Kitty Cat. I can feel how close you are.
With a ragged moan, she throws her head back, arching into my face. Her orgasm makes her shake down to her ankles. Her sharp heels slide on the hay and I push her against the wooden beam as I support her weight on my face, lapping at her pussy, and making sure I don’t waste a single drop.
Her clit twitches against my lips and she shrieks again and again.
She’s still trying to catch her breath when I pull away. Her wild blue eyes, drunken with a haze of lust, shimmers with the starlight as she gazes down at me.
Running my thumb along my tongue, I chuckle as I savor her sweet taste. “Now you’re ready, Kitty Cat.”