Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
Anya
I’m engaged.
A year ago, I would balk at the knowledge.
Today? I’m so happy I could scream like a little girl.
Everyone was happy for us, especially Aunt Irina.
She’s already planning on throwing us an engagement party—a small one, she promises.
Although, you might say that my little sister was happiest because she almost peed herself when she got our call.
Being pregnant does weird things to your bladder, apparently.
Even though he knew about it, Anya’s father listened to her gush about her proposal and looked at her ring every time she wiggled it at him.
But given the romantic nature of our news, Anton all but forced us to spend another night at the Moretti house.
He couldn’t deny being happy with how elated his daughter was, but that didn’t mean he wanted to accidentally hear us doing any celebrating.
And celebrating, we are.
“I’m going to fuck you while you wear this ring, meraviglia.”
My hands surround her waist, holding her close as I walk forward, guiding her farther into my temporary bedroom. Anya sucks in a sharp breath as the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed.
“I can’t wait to be your wife,” she whispers, licking her lips as the confession leaves them.
“Yeah?” I ask, bending down to brush the question against the shell of her ear. “You want to be my pretty, sweet wife, baby? Do you want me to show you how I’ll treat you for being such a good wife, hmm? Do you want to take my cock as my fiancée for the first time?”
She shivers and nods. “Don’t tease me, lyubimy.”
Beloved.
Russian words flow so naturally off her tongue and it makes me want to taste them straight from the source.
“Have I told you how much I love when you get so horny that you think everything I say rather than do is a tease?”
“Get your clothes off and show me how much you love it, fiancé.”
God, that mouth.
She’s gotten so much more comfortable with telling me exactly what she wants and needs. She’s always been attractive, but confidence is as sexy on her as shyness is. Her blushed cheeks and her cheeky quips are two of the things that both turn me on and further endear me to her.
We tear at each other’s clothes, both eager to get one another naked. Anya can be surprisingly aggressive when it comes to getting me out of my pants. She may be small, but ballerinas are stronger than they look. Retired or not, she has years of strength built up in her gorgeous body.
When all that remains is her panties and my boxers, she paws at my stomach, biting her lip as she caresses the tight muscles there.
I flex them for her and grin. “You look almost feral when you get your hands on my abs, do you know that, meraviglia?”
“I want to lick them,” she declares, unbothered by being referred to as feral. “Can I?”
“Fuck yes, you can.”
She flips her golden hair to one side, bending at the hip to lean down and put her face to my stomach as we stand. Her pink tongue darts out from behind her lips and she drags the tip of it from the top of my belly button to where my stomach ends and my chest begins.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” I swallow. “But you might enjoy yourself more if I’m the one licking you.”
“Mmmm, maybe later,” she hums, licking me again. “I need you like last time. I don’t want to do anything else until you’ve come deep inside my pussy again.”
God, I love it when she uses her voice. When she feels safe enough to let her lips part with filthy words.
“You don’t want my mouth on you?” I ask, grabbing her softly around the side of her neck to pick her head up.
She whimpers as I pepper kisses around her jaw and then down to her throat.
“But you liked it so much when I fucked you with my tongue, baby. Are you sure you don’t want to ride my face as a little warm-up first? ”
“I’m already warm,” Anya insists, her voice dropping into a sultry tease. “I’m so ready for you, Matteo. I feel so empty, and I need my fiancé to fill me up and make me come.”
“Whatever my fiancée wishes,” I reply, giving in easily. We have all the time in the world to worship each other, and I’m not one to object to a hot and heavy fuck.
Our underwear becomes a thing of the past quickly, and I pick Anya up, walking us into bed.
I can feel her dripping on my cock while I carry her, and I keep her close as I set her down on her back.
Her hair splays out underneath her like an angelic halo but the grin on her lips is anything but innocent.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this again since last night.”
“You mean after the first time or the second?”
She trails a manicured finger down my chest. “Both.”
“My girl has me twice and she’s already addicted,” I tease.
“My man has a big dick that he knows how to use,” she taunts in return.
“Minx.”
She giggles. “He also has the biggest heart and the kindest eyes.”
“You’re extra sweet when you’re horny, baby. I didn’t even know that was possible. You’re such a good girl, even when you want to be fucked like you’re a bad one, aren’t you?”
“Matteo, please—”
“Since you asked so nicely,” I tell her, grabbing onto my dick and giving it a quick tug. I push her thighs open farther by fitting myself between them. Flicking my wrist lightly, the swollen head of my cock taps her clit. “Sit up on your elbows, I want you to watch it go in.”
She scrambles to obey, eyes flashing with desire.
“You’re perfect,” I remind her, lining up at her core. “My perfect future wife, Anya Antonovna Morozova.”
She mewls as I drive my hips forward, sheathing my cock from root to tip inside her. The heat of her snug pussy is too good for words, her soaking wet walls stretching to accommodate me just slightly more easily than they did last night.
“F-fuck,” she whimpers.
“Fuck,” I echo, agreeing with her simple sentiment. I have to stretch my knees further back into the bed to get low enough to rock into her without a pillow propping her up, but there’s no way I’m stopping now.
“I love fucking you, Anya.”
Thrust.
“You feel so good, and you look even better.”
Thrust, thrust.
“I could stare at you for hours.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
“Yesss,” she moans, hip bucking to meet mine.
She’s fallen back off her elbows now, but she watched me slide in like I asked. And seeing her eyes flare open when I plunged into her creamy pink pussy was all that I needed.
“Hold on, baby,” I warn. Leaning down, I press our chests together and hover above her lips before picking up speed.
Anya’s legs lift up and wrap around my back. The action makes her legs spread wider and allows me to sink into her pussy more easily. She gasps as I hit a new depth, tapping against her cervix, I imagine. I back off just a bit, not willing to hurt her for an extra millimeter or two of pleasure.
“Oh my goddddd,” she babbles, her moans becoming less and less controlled. Her tits bounce between us, brushing against my chest as they sway from how hard we rock together. “Yes, yes, Matteo—YES!”
“Listen to you,” I grind out, holding back from coming too soon. My stamina is impossible to rely on when it comes to this girl. “Moaning so loud for me, showing me how good you feel. My beautiful Anya. My nevesta.”
The Russian word for fiancée seems to set her alight.
“Mmmmmohmygodddd,” she slurs.
She doesn’t even need me to touch her clit to explode like a rocket.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Come for me. You’re squeezing me so fucking hard. Like you’re trying to trap me inside of this hot little pussy of yours and never let me leave.” I suck one of her peaked nipples between my lips, swirling my tongue around it until her eyes roll back.
My fingers reach down between us to caress her clit, hoping to give her the most out of her climax.
“F-fill me,” she stammers and I can’t believe my eyes, but I’m almost positive she’s about to begin a second orgasm before her first finishes.
Determined to make sure that happens, I lock the fuck in.
A deep groan rumbles out of me and I start to buck my hips harder and deeper, skillfully putting more pressure on her sensitive little clit.
Within a matter of seconds, stars seem to dance behind her eyes in an invisible burst. Pleasure that can’t be contained makes her squirm and whimper loudly.
Her whole body flushes pink with heat, and I know her peak is imminent.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she whines, the words slipping out of her in a slurred rush.
Her core clenches hard and the inside of her walls tighten up around my length. Suddenly, I know that pressure that’s been building up steadily for Anya has completely burst. Her hot little pussy squeezes and pulses tight, almost hugging my throbbing cock, pulling me back every time I thrust out.
“Yes, baby,” I moan as I relish the sensation. My voice barely comes out above a rasp as my balls start to become heavy. “Just like that, meraviglia.”
She babbles and I think she’s telling me that she loves me, but it’s almost completely inaudible as she trembles and moans through the words.
Her eyes threaten to roll as she slams them closed, and I see her toes curl up into the blankets beneath us from the corner of my eye.
She seems to glow like never before, lighting up from the inside out as the orgasm rushes through her.
My hips slam forward in a harsh snap before warmth floods from me into Anya.
My balls pull in, and I know she can feel the moment my dick swells up and promptly spills hot cum inside her.
She whimpers as she takes it, a tired smile playing on her lips.
She’s even fuller than before now, and I swear it’s like I can feel my throat going tight while the rest of me relaxes.
There’s something so primal about burying my cum into my fiancée.
It makes me feel connected to her in a way that might be considered perverted or insane, but I don’t think I care.
She doesn’t seem to mind, and I’m almost certain I’m becoming obsessed with it.
I’m trying so hard not to push my cum out of her while I rock us through the remaining sparks of euphoria.
Anya, for her part, looks like she’s having an out of body experience, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath.
When the pleasure shared between us has seemingly subsided, I stop working her through it, almost collapsing on top of her.
I lean down to kiss her, caressing her lips with loving passion and she mewls against my mouth.
“I love you,” she breathes once our lips part.
“You’re my whole heart, Anya,” I tell her in return. “I love you too.”
My fiancée smiles brilliantly, and it’s like she’s trying to light up my whole world.
“Wait right here,” I tell her, smacking a light kiss against her lips. “I’m going to go get the shower ready for us, and then I’m going to clean you up in there, okay? We can get nice and relaxed and go to sleep after, if you want.”
And I can eat you out in the morning.
While letting the shower warm up, I go through her bag and commend myself for remembering to toss her shower essentials inside it. I grabbed everything that looked well used and it’s a good thing I did. We both ended up a sweaty mess after such a good fuck.
When I return to my room to get Anya, she only half protests as I pull her out of the bed.
She’s still smiling as she does, mostly moping about being sleepy.
Thankfully, even though she’s clearly exerted herself, she isn’t experiencing any asthma symptoms. I think an asthma attack would probably dim her afterglow quite considerably. She hates when they happen.
Once my girl is able to stand up right without leaning on me for support, I pull Anya’s tired body into the steaming walk-in shower.
She closes her eyes, breathing in the lavender essential oil that I dripped on the tile floor.
She’s so floaty and light as I pamper her.
Lavishing her soft skin with three different soaps, massaging her shoulders and her back as I clean her up.
Gathering all her damp hair off her neck, I pull it softly back and start to wash it.
Her shampoo smells like peppermint and lavender, and suds up so fast between my fingers and her scalp.
Once every bit of soap is out of her long locks, I fill my hands with conditioner and lather until her hair is completely slick and knotless.
It feels like silk in my hands and the feeling stays even as I rinse it out.
I don’t spend half as much time cleaning myself up, washing myself with one of her loofahs and some of her fancy body wash, since I haven’t moved any of my own in here yet.
Once we’re both rinsed off, I grab two towels from the warmer and dry us both off, her before me.
While I dry myself, she twists her hair into a microfiber towel, securing it on top of her head.
Anya picks out a set of pajamas to slip into—which, to my delight, are tiny and satin.
She’s gotten so much more comfortable showing her scars around me, and I’m thrilled to see every bit of her skin I can get.
She moisturizes her face and brushes her teeth while I rub her body oil into her arms and legs before taking care of my own teeth.
When I guide her back into the bedroom, she’s still just as sleepy from before we showered. Only now she’s freshly clean, with her skin tinted pink from the warm water. She looks so fucking pretty, and smells so good that I’m tempted to dirty her up all over again.
I quickly toss away the blanket that we fucked on and grab the spare from my closet. When we lie down, it’s right in the middle of the bed. Her head on my chest, her legs tangled in mine, and my arm around her back.
I could lie with her for the rest of my life, just like this.
“I feel like this is a dream,” Anya murmurs languidly, snuggling deeper into my chest.
“You’re telling me.” I kiss the top of her head, sighing. “I feel like your father is going to break in here and throw me out of my own house. At least we’re not in your room, where that’s a real possibility.”
Anya giggles softly. “We’re getting married. It’s your bedroom now, too.”
“Fuck, I love the sound of that.”
“Mmm,” she hums, her lips vibrating against my peck. “And I love you.”
“I love you too, meraviglia. So fucking much.”
I can’t believe she’s all mine.