“Valeri didn’t think you’d last until midnight before you hauled Maddie into the house.” He levels his blue eyes on mine. “I thought you’d hold out longer, so thanks for that.”
“Sorry, brother. I’ve reached my limit.” I keep my eyes on Maddie and the flirty wink she gives me.
Vasily laughs and smacks my back. “We’ll make sure everything gets cleaned up and the dogs are okay. Go make it official.”
Valeri yells in Russian, “We want lots of nieces and nephews.”
I ignore their laughter and walk over to my wife. She sees the dark look in my eyes, and now it’s my turn to smile at theoh shitlook she’s giving me. Not giving the slightest fuck that she’s in the middle of talking to her mom and Boris, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her towards the house while everyone laughs and cheers around us.
“Volodya!” she yells, her face heating up in embarrassment. “What the hell?”
I laugh and give her a wink. “You’ve been teasing me for hours, sweetheart. You had to have known my patience was going to wear out at some point. Be thankful I still have enough blood in my brain to wait until we get inside. You have no idea how close you just came to being bent over on the goddamn dance floor.”
That shuts her pretty mouth up with a quickness, but it’s not going to stay that way for long. As soon as I’ve shut the bedroom door, I put her down and fist her hair tight enough to sting. She’s wearing more makeup than she usually does, and although it looks beautiful, what I really want is to see it smeared all over her face. Keeping my hand in her hair, I walk us to the small, padded footstool I bought the other day just for this purpose.
“On your knees,kiska.”
She lowers her knees to the cushion, and those extra inches put her at the perfect height. She kneels in front of me in her wedding dress, looking every bit like an angel that I’m about to defile, and fuck does it make me hard as hell. Her big, grey eyes watch me as I start to undo my pants. I'd ditched the tux jacket a few hours ago, and when I start to unbutton the white dress shirt, her breathing picks up and she licks her lips. I let the shirt fall to the floor and then it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m standing naked before her. She eye-fucks the hell out of me and starts to squirm on her bench when she sees all the pre-cum I’m covered in.
“You see what all your teasing has done to me?” I grip my cock and step closer, sliding my wet head over her lips, coating her in my arousal. She moans and sticks her tongue out, running it over me, so fucking eager to taste me. “That’s my good girl.”
“Volodya,” she moans, the heat of her breath hitting my cock and sending another rush of pleasure through me.
Fisting her hair, I slide my head between her lips, cutting off whatever else she was going to say. “Suck me like a good girl, baby.”
She moans at my words and opens wider, running her tongue over me as I slowly feed her my cock. When she starts to gag and her eyes tear up, I let out a groan and keep going.
“That’s right,kiska, let me see you choke on your husband’s cock.”
Her sexy whimpers fill the room as spit drips down her chin and tears fall down her cheeks, making her pretty makeup run.
“So fucking beautiful,” I tell her, sliding in the rest of the way until I’m buried down her throat and gritting my teeth to hold back the orgasm that’s already only seconds away. Thrusting my hips, I fuck my sweet wife’s face until I’m growling her name and shooting my seed down her throat. She moans and sucks me harder, working her throat as she swallows every goddamn drop I’m giving her. By the time I slide out from between her lips, she’s gasping for air, her makeup is a beautiful mess, and I’m more than ready to fuck her again. She’s always thought that I’m the one who holds the power in our relationship, but the truth is that it’s all hers. She owns every part of me, and she has the power to destroy me. If she ever looks at me and her grey eyes are devoid of love, it will ruin me.
I run my thumb over her swollen lips before gently lifting her up to standing and bringing my mouth to hers. She tastes like me, and I fucking love it. I want her to always taste like me. My cum should always be on her damn tongue. There shouldn’t be a single moment where she doesn’t have some part of me on her or in her.
Sliding my hands along her bare upper back, I kiss my way along her jaw and turn her around so I can kiss her back while I unzip her. The beautiful dress slides to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a thong, thigh highs, and heels.
“Jesus,” I groan, running my eyes over her round ass with nothing but a lacy string running between her cheeks. I drag my finger along her spine. “No bra?”
“Perks of having small tits,” she says with a laugh.
I reach around and cup her breasts. “I love your tits,kiska,” I whisper against her neck, stepping closer so she can feel how hard I already am. The woman drives me crazy and gets me hard just by looking at me. I’ll never be able to get my fill of her. I’ll always be hungry for her, desperate to get inside her.
Picking her up, I carry her to the bed and lay her down. I take the heels off, rubbing the soreness out of her feet while she moans and her eyes start to glaze over. When she’s completely relaxed and giving me a lazy smile, I run my hands up her legs and hook my fingers under the sides of her thong, slowly peeling it off her.
“These stay on,” I tell her, running my fingers along her thigh highs.
She smiles and reaches up for me, motioning for me to get closer. I take one last look at her perfect pussy, already soaked and weeping for me before hovering my body over hers.
“I want my husband inside me,” she whispers against my lips while wrapping her legs around me.
Brushing her hair off her forehead, I look down at the woman who I love more than anything on this earth and slide into her, filling her and joining us together in a way that goes so far beyond a physical meeting of bodies. She’s in my fucking soul, in every part of me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I spend the rest of the night worshipping her body, showing her how much I love her and need her and how happy I am that she’s mine. By the time she passes out, her hips are dotted with bruises, her ass is a beautiful shade of red, her voice is hoarse, and her pussy is swollen and dripping my seed. Exactly how she should always be.
I fall asleep with my body wrapped around hers, convinced that life can’t get any better than this, but Maddie proves me wrong yet again. The next morning I’ve just finished packing the last suitcase for our honeymoon when she walks out of the bathroom with a hand behind her back and a huge grin on her face.
“What are you up to?” I ask, stepping closer and kissing her smiling lips.
An alarm beeps from her back pocket and she sucks in a quick breath. “I took a pregnancy test, but I didn’t want to look at the results without you.”
