“And I won’tlast,” I say, tightening my hold on her hair just enough to sting.
She blinks at this moment of complete honesty. All pretense of control would be shot if she took me into her mouth now. I fear I’ve revealed too much in this confession, but she leans forward to kiss me again. Marianna deepens the kiss until we’re both worked back up to this never-ending frenzy of groping hands and probing tongues. I haven’t felt like this, not as a teenager, not ever.
She’s grinding her wet cunt against my length, completely indecent, the stuff I’ve created in three dozen dreams over the last year but much, much better.
“Hold on—” I try but she grips my chin in a tight hold.
“If you’re going to keep stopping me you’re going to need to hold the headboard,” she says.
I can’t help it, the image startles a laugh out of me while also making me impossibly harder.Marianna fucking Morelli.
“I have a condom,” I tell her. She looks at me like I’ve just said something strange.
“I thought you were trying to put a baby in me,” she says. The image makes my brain empty of all intelligible thoughts. She will kill me, I think. I’m amazed she hasn’t already, just from this. “Too soon?”
“No, I—carry on.”
She grins when I close my mouth and don’t try to stop her again. I keep my hands firmly on her hips while she lines my cock up beneath her entrance. We both hold our breath in the moment before she sinks onto it.
I moan.
Long and indecent, I moan into the room as she wiggles her hips, adjusting to the size of me as she slides down to fully seated.
“Good Lord,” she mutters, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her nails into my chest.
She is so damn tight around me, and there is no steadying my breathing, though I do try, because if I don’t, I will burst in the next fifteen seconds. My grip is bruising on her hips, and when she stays still for a moment longer, I thrust without intending to from beneath. She lets out a high little moan at the pressure.
“Christ, make that sound again.”
Before she can even try though, I lift her on my cock, thrusting into her deep, and every move makes a high, breathy sound come from her mouth.
“Yes, just like that. You’re perfect,” I tell her. She falls forward, her bare chest pressed against mine, and after a moment starts to bounce her hips against me, a delicious friction between us.
“Marianna,” I breathe against her neck. She has nothing sharp to say, no rebuttals, just lets me meet her hips thrust for thrust and hold her lower back down to keep her just where I want her. I’m moaning into her ear, chanting unintelligible praises in English and Russian about her body, her voice, my perfect, perfect wife.
I’m almost there, dangerously close, so I flip her over so that I can loom above her again with my legs between hers. Mythrusts grow harder, rutting into her as my gaze is fixed on the place where I am joining with her.
Her hand slides over my cheek and into my hair, where she pulls my head until our eyes lock.
“You look at me,” she demands. “Look at your wife while you fuck her.” Her breath hitches. “You are stuck with me.”
In this battle of wills of our first time together, I acquiesce, and keep my eyes firmly on hers. She doesn’t look away until I reach between us and rub circles over her clit. She can’t help but close her eyes and arch her back closer to me, and then, as if it surprises her, they snap open again as she comes with a startled sound, tightening again on me and sending me barreling after her.
I have no coherent thought, no ability to make sense of what’s just happened as I spill long into her.
My wife, my wife,my wife.
My hips slow to a stop, but I stay atop of her for minutes while our breathing levels to normal.
“Like that?” I ask of her game of pretend, though there was nothing fabricated about my performance. She furrows her brows at me, having forgotten.
You pretend you want me, I pretend to be the wife you wanted.
“Yes,” she says, finally. “Like that.”
13
MARY
