Epilogue - Konstantin #2
She stiffened, let go of my hair, and reached for the nearest frilly throw pillow, jamming it down over her face as she moaned, loud and long. I loved hearing how noisy she could get, but there was a house full of guests downstairs, drinking in our honor and expecting just such noises.
Driven on by her panting breaths and the fact that my cock was about to tear through my tuxedo pants, I shoved them down and rose above her. Her eyes were half closed, her body still gently writhing with the aftershocks, and she gasped when I gripped her hips.
She looked down and smiled, reaching for my stiff cock, then smiling wider when it was gripped in her smooth palm. “I really love this,” she said.
“That’s convenient,” I grunted, hanging on so she could have her fun.
But it was my wedding day too, and I wanted to be inside her, feeling those pulses she was enjoying. Holding my breath, staying perfectly still, I watched her eyes follow the path of her hand as she stroked me. They darkened as they met mine, and she licked her lips.
“Kon,” she murmured.
It was too much, seeing how turned on she was just from gripping me. Folding down over her, I kissed her until she let go, sliding her hands up my chest. She nodded, shoving me back.
“Hurry,” she insisted.
“Are you sure now?”
I tugged at the bodice of her dress until her rosy nipples were free, leaning back down to lick each one. With a feral growl, she clamped her legs around me and yanked me flat on top of her.
“I guess I’m going to fuck you now.”
Her laugh was short, and she nipped at my lower lip. “Get inside me, or I’ll find a lawyer down in that crowd.”
Not going to happen. I slid inside her, shuddering with relief, kissing the side of her neck while she wrapped her arms around mine to hold me close.
I needed her, I never wanted it to end, but there was always tonight, and then the first morning of our honeymoon, and the rest of our lives to get my fill.
I never would, but I looked forward to trying. Her moans grew in length and loudness as I pumped harder and faster, and soon she was reaching for the pillow again with shaking hands. She might have muffled her own noise, but my shout echoed as I came inside her, ramming deep. Never wanting to stop.
“Holy shit, Tati,” I said, then repeated a similar sentiment in Russian.
Her heart pounded as I gently lay on top of her, and mine was beating just as hard. Only for her. After I could breathe a bit better, I rolled onto my back. In an instant, she was resting on top of me, a mass of hot skin and bunched up wedding dress.
“What are the chances of you taking that thing off and both of us forgetting where we’re at for another round?” I asked.
She rose up on her elbow, lipstick gone, mascara smudged, hair coming out of the intricate updo in all directions, and never looking more beautiful.
“I’m afraid that Mila would never forgive us for not cutting the cake.
There’s a special song and everything. And if you mash it in my face, I’m deadly serious about hunting down a lawyer. ”
I tapped her nose. “No cake will ever touch this precious commodity. I’d expect death instead of a divorce if I did something like that.”
“I do love you so much,” she said, the threat of cake mashing forgotten. “I still can’t believe we’re really married.”
“It’s only been about an hour, to be fair,” I said, then got serious. “I can’t believe how happy I am. It’s like I never realized I wasn’t before. But now I get that there was something missing.”
“You changed everything for me,” she said, resting her chin on my chest. “No, I think a better word would be you fixed everything. I’d still be plugging along in the studio in Moscow if it weren’t for you.”
“Now you’ll be plugging along in a studio in LA.”
She kissed me, then frowned. “Don’t downplay how different my life is, even if I’m doing the same job. There’s no more secrecy. I’m not scared of my own shadow. I feel like I belong to something now.”
“You do,” I assured her. Not just a new family or a new city. “You belong to me, and I belong to you. We belong together.”
Her serious expression burst into a radiant smile as she heaved herself up and began to fix her hopelessly tangled dress. “Let’s go eat some cake, and then…”
I finished it for her. “Then everything else.”
Whatever we wanted. A team, a family, together. Always together.
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THE END