She moans and rocks her hips up when I slide my hand under her panties and cup her pussy, resting one finger along her soaking wet slit. I keep it there, knowing it’s driving her crazy.
“Please,” she begs.
I pinch her nipple again and drag my finger along her slit, soaking my skin and making my cock so hard it’s almost painful.
“Please what?” I ask, circling my wet finger around her swollen bundle of nerves before pinching it. I hold her nipple and clit between my fingers while she gasps and her whole body freezes.
“Don’t you dare tease me and not let me come,” she warns.
I laugh again and nuzzle her ear. “Do you really think you’re in any position to issue demands, sweetheart?” I pinch her harder, reminding her who’s in control.
“Fuck,” she moans, digging her fingers into my thighs in an effort to try and keep herself still.
My teeth graze her earlobe. “Maybe I should make you wait,” I murmur against her ear. “Maybe I like the idea of you being left wet and wanting, an ache between your legs that you know you’re not allowed to do anything about.”
She gasps when I loosen my grip on her and rim her clit while I drag my palm along her nipple, mixing pleasure with the pain.
“Maybe I like the idea of my wife in her wedding dress with a pussy so wet her arousal is dripping down her goddamn thighs.”
“I’ll be like that anyway,” she says, making me smile.
“Good answer, baby.”
“It’s the truth. You drive me crazy, Valeri. You know I’m always wet for you.”
She’s not wrong. Every time I slide my hand down her pants, I find her wet. It’s fucking intoxicating. She has the same effect on me. I can't stay soft around her. It’s impossible.
“That’s because this little cunt was made for me.” I slide my finger over her slippery, swollen clit again, pulling another gasp from her. “Remember when I took you to the beach and you used my cock to make yourself come?”
She laughs, and I smile at the sound. There was a time not that long ago when that would’ve made her duck her head in embarrassment, but now she just laughs and rocks her hips up even more.
“I’d do it now, too, if you’d let me.”
She lets out a frustrated groan at my laugh. “Easy, baby, I’m going to give you what you need.” I nip the skin beneath her ear. “I will always take care of you, sweetheart.”
I smile when she lets out a breathy “Thank you” as soon as I start to rub her clit again. Sliding two fingers into her, I work her pussy while I gently pinch her nipple and roll it between my fingers. She rocks against me, her body writhing in a way that makes me have to grit my teeth to stop from taking her. I was serious about what I said, though. The next time I fuck her, she’s going to be Evie Medvedev. Her soft whimpers fill the night air, drowning out the crashing waves, and when she turns her head, I press my lips to hers and kiss her with a hunger that consumes every part of me.
The wet heat of her release floods my hand as I swallow her screams and pinch her nipple even harder, wanting her to feel the sting of it warring with the pleasure that’s racing through her. I feel the rapid beat of her heart against my arm, and when I suck her tongue into my mouth, her whole body shudders so damn beautifully.
Releasing her sore nipple, I cup her breast and slow the kiss down, savoring the taste of her and the way her hips still gently rock against my hand. Giving her clit one last soft rub, I bring my soaked fingers to our mouths and slide a finger in between our lips, groaning when the taste of her pussy hits me. Our tongues run along my finger, sliding over my skin as we both lap up the taste of her. When we’ve cleaned one finger, I slide in the other until I’ve swallowed everything I can get. It hasn’t sated my need for her, though. It’s only made it a thousand times worse.
Pulling back, I rest my forehead against hers and try to will my body to relax. It doesn’t work. I cup her face and kiss her once more before leaning my head back and letting out a sigh as I pull her back to rest fully against me. I stroke her hair, keeping her top pulled up because I like looking at her tits, and think about our wedding.
“I can’t wait to marry you, Evie.”
“I can’t wait to marry you, Valeri.”
I smile at the drowsy sound of her voice. She’s spent and tired and ready for bed. I carry her upstairs, laying her down in our bed before wrapping my body around hers. Before she falls asleep, I pull her shirt off and cup one of her tits in my hand, holding her tightly against me as she falls asleep. With my cock digging into her perfect, round ass, it takes a long time before I join her.
When I wake, my hands search her out, but there’s nothing but cold, empty mattress around me. Panicked, I sit up and call her name. It takes my sleep-addled brain a second to notice the note she’s left me.
Good morning, Valeri,
I’m leaving to go to Nina’s to get ready. I didn’t want to wake you because you’re not supposed to see me before the wedding. We broke enough rules last night. Plus, I don’t trust myself around you right now. Your cock digging into my ass woke me up this morning, and you have no idea how close I came to sliding you into me. I plan on waking you up like that very soon, by the way.
I let out a pained groan at the image she’s put in my head as my cock rages against my boxer briefs, demanding to be given some relief.
Text me when you get up. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone, Valeri Medvedev, and I can’t wait to become your wife.
