Epilogue
KATYA
Six months later
Marito: When are you coming home, baby? I miss you.
Katya: You just saw me at lunch.
Marito: That was hours ago.
Katya: And?
Marito: Am going through Katya withdrawal.
Katya: Oh yeah? What does that involve?
I chuckle as I type out the question, wondering what my ridiculous, over-the-top, obsessed husband will come up with.
I’m the last one in the studio where I’ve been training for my ballet comeback.
I chugged the last of my daily intake of water, and now it’s just a matter of turning out the lights and locking up.
Marito: A hard dick.
Katya: …
Marito: Wanna see?
Katya: Am familiar with said hard dick.
Marito: Does that mean you don’t wanna see?
I laugh harder. It feels good to be at this place in my life.
Better than good. Euphoric, actually. Things were rough after the explosion and what happened to Misha.
I ended up requiring surgery on my ankle, and Enzo nursed me through the pain, then through physical therapy appointments.
He’s been there every step of the way. He’s also been the one encouraging me to restart my ballet career.
As he put it, there’s no reason I can’t be his wife and also pursue what I want.
I don’t know who has been the bigger cheerleader, Svetlana or Enzo.
I love them both so, so much. And as a bonus, I’ve been getting closer not just with my brother Dmitri, but the whole Andriani family.
Luna and Isla are like the sisters I never had.
Enzo’s half sisters have even started dropping by, and they’re also wonderful.
He’s still holding off on letting his mother close, but I’ve met Antonella and I’m hopeful that one day my husband will fully let go of the resentment he feels where she’s concerned.
Another text pops up on my phone, and I realize I’ve been too slow to answer for his liking.
Marito: You should always wanna see. And touch. And taste.
Marito: Cara mia?
Katya: You know I do.
Marito: For a second there, I thought the car was reading my fucking private texts again.
He’s referring to the time my phone connected to the Bluetooth in the Navigator when Federico picked me up, and the disembodied voice of the car started reading all the dirty texts Enzo was sending me aloud.
It got as far as I can’t wait for you to come home and sit on my face before I disconnected the Bluetooth, mortified.
Katya: You know I keep it disabled after sit-on-my-face-gate.
Marito: Now I’m thinking about you sitting on my face.
Marito: Come home to me, baby.
Marito: Soon.
I smile. Damn. I love this man. I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but he’s the other half of me. And I’m never letting go.
Katya: Be there soon. Just shutting down for the day. XOXO
“I couldn’t wait.”
The deep voice has me spinning around, hand on my heart. My beautiful husband is standing inside the empty studio, suit jacket slung over one shoulder. His dark hair falls over his brow as he grins, and all the blood in my body rushes to my clit.
I want him so much, it’s ridiculous. My panties are already soaked just from thinking about his big, thick cock.
“You’re here.” My smile grows. “No wonder I didn’t get a dick pic.”
He shrugs. “Who needs a dick pic when you can have the real thing?”
“Good point.” I toss my phone into my bag and move toward him, taking my time.
I know he loves it when I’m in a leotard and tights. He also loves ripping them off me. I have a slush fund specifically for replacements.
“How did it go today?” he asks, his eyes taking me in appreciatively.
“It went well. I have some limitations I need to work on with the ankle, but I think we’re getting there.
I’ll be ready to go back soon.” I reach him and settle my hands on his powerful chest, absorbing his heat through his white dress shirt.
“Are you sure you’ll be ready to watch me on the stage when the time comes? ”
He cups my nape and pulls me in for a kiss. “I wouldn’t miss it for the fucking world. Even if I’ll want to kill every man in the audience for looking at you.”
I kiss him again, taking my time, loving the pillowy cushion of his lips on mine, the way he kisses me like he’s fucking me, possessive and deep. “What about the women?”
“Them too,” he growls. “Fuck. You know I can’t resist you when you’re dressed like this.”
I pout and kiss down his neck, breathing deeply of his cologne. “I thought you couldn’t resist me ever.”
He swallows. “Guilty as charged. Haven’t you been able to tell by now? You’re my obsession.”
I kiss down the buttons on his shirt, knowing what I want. “You could have worse obsessions than me.”
“You’re the only one I’ll ever have.” The breath hisses from him when I fold to my knees and rub my cheek against the bulge straining at the front of his trousers. “Katya…”
“Yes, baby?” Holding his stare, I open his pants, tug down the zipper, and pull his cock out of his boxer briefs.
It’s huge and perfect, veins tracing the underside, the head thick and full, a bead of precum glistening from his slit. I kiss it.
He groans. “You going to suck my cock like a good girl?”
“I don’t know.” I lick his length slowly like it’s a lollipop I’m savoring. “Maybe I’m going to suck your big cock like a bad girl.”
Then I take him down my throat.
His hands go into my hair, his hips jamming his cock deeper.
By now, I know what he likes. I lick and suck him, loving his moans and mindless thrusts.
Loving the way he tastes and feels. I inhale deeply and hum, a trick that allows me to take his massive cock to the back of my throat without gagging.
“Ah fuck, cara. Just like that.”
He sounds like he’s already on the edge.
I revel in my power to please him, sinking my nails into his ass and devouring his dick.
When I bring him as deep as I can into my throat, he surges forward with a groan, treating me to the hot spurt of his come.
I swallow it all, leaving a bit in my mouth as I withdraw to show him.
Holding his gaze, I open, a string of my saliva mixed with his come connecting my tongue to his cock before it snaps. He groans with satisfaction, and then I swallow the rest of it down.
Gently, I tuck his cock back into his trousers and zip him back up.
“Now,” I say, licking my lips, “let’s go home.”
Scorpion
We don’t make it home before I give in to the need to bury my tongue in my wife’s pussy.
I’m on my knees in the Navigator, my head between Katya’s luscious, toned thighs, as Federico rolls through rush-hour traffic, taking us to the penthouse.
Thank fuck for the privacy screen I had installed between the front seats and back two rows for just this purpose. As much as I love making Katya come, I don’t want an audience. And if Federico saw even a glimpse of my wife’s beautiful, perfect cunt, I’d have to clip him.
I’d hate to do that. He’s a loyal guy.
“I need to shower,” she protests, but her fingers thread through my hair and she opens her thighs wider as I lash her clit. “I’ve been working out for hours.”
I’m an animal when she’s been at class or yoga. The exercise heightens her natural scent, and it makes me insane with the need to fuck her. I don’t want to admit to this weakness, so I just praise her instead.
Reluctantly, I tear my mouth from her glistening pussy. “You smell and taste fucking delicious, cara mia.”
Her nipples are hard under her leotard. I can’t wait to suck them later. Her dark hair is piled high on her head. If I hadn’t already ripped out the crotch of her leotard and torn off her tights, I’d do it again.
She’s so fucking sexy, and she’s so fucking mine.
She bites her lip, and I’m already hard again. “Are you sure?”
“If I don’t have my mouth on your cunt in the next five seconds, I’ll die.”
“Okay, then.” She guides my head to her pussy, and I go back to licking, sucking, and biting until she’s moaning and writhing on the seat.
The leather is going to be ruined, but it’ll be worth every fucking penny.
I slide two fingers into her wet heat. She tightens on me, and I suck her clit, finding the spot inside her that undoes her every time. She comes with a shout, ass bucking off the seat, clamping down on me and milking my fingers the same way I can’t wait for her to do to my cock.
That’s it. It’s officially decided that we’re not going to make it to the penthouse before I fill her with come. We’re not trying to have a baby. Not yet since she’s taking another shot at her ballet career. But she’s on birth control, and I can’t get enough of fucking her.
Somehow, I manage to slide myself onto the other rear passenger bucket and pull her into my lap.
“Isn’t this dangerous?” she asks breathlessly as I free my cock and pull her down onto it.
“The best things in life are, baby.” I surge into her, pleasure licking up my spine as her pussy clenches on my cock.
We start a rhythm that’s fast and furious, Katya bobbing up and down on my rigid dick as the Navigator moves sleekly through the streets. The windows are tinted, and no one has a clue that I’m fucking my gorgeous wife as we bide our time in traffic. The knowledge makes my balls go tight.
“We should…really be…wearing…” She bounces up and down, losing her breath. “Oh God.”
“Wearing?” I prompt her, biting her nipple through the leotard as I fuck her deeper.
“A seat belt,” she cries as she comes on me again, her hot, wet pussy spasming all around me, a rush of liquid seeping down my cock.
Fuck, I love it when she squirts.
I thrust into her again and again, frantically pulling down her neckline so her breasts pop free. And then I suck her nipples as I fuck her until I’m coming too, coming hard and fast and filling her up as her cunt sucks every drop of come from my cock.
We’re both breathless, our hearts pounding, as we cling to each other. She goes to move, but I hold her there, my cock still buried inside her tight heat. Loving the connection.
Loving her.
“Stay,” I say.
And she does.
“Maybe next time, we can do the seat belt thing,” she murmurs, kissing me.
I deepen the kiss, giving her my tongue and the taste of herself.
Then I jerk my head back against the leather and grin up at her. “Or maybe not.”
My wife just laughs, and then her lips are back on mine.
Right where they fucking belong.
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