When I hear the motor start and feel the boat move, I let out a surprised yelp and run back the way I just came. “We’re moving!” I tell Valeri, who’s standing at the helm, looking completely relaxed as he maneuvers us away from the dock.
“We are,” he says with an easy grin, reaching an arm towards me and motioning me closer. “Wave goodbye, Evie.”
I look over and see all our guests waving and raising their glasses to us. Valeri hits the horn, making them all cheer as he laughs and turns the boat. I wave and laugh while he steers us further out into the ocean.
“Don’t worry, baby, my brothers will make sure everything gets taken care of at the house.”
I lean into him and smile. “I’m not worried.”
He laughs when I run my hands down his chest and start to unbutton his dress shirt.
“Someone’s eager,” he murmurs, dragging a finger over my upper chest and leaving a trail of goosebumps along my skin.
“I am.” My fingers shake in my excitement, but I finally get them all undone and then slowly pull his shirt off. My eyes run over him, and when I spot the new tattoo on his chest, I look up at him and whisper his name.
He smiles and lightly runs a finger along the outside of my new tattoo. “You’re not the only one that Nikolai inked for the occasion.”
I turn my attention back to my name, written across his heart like he’d been saving this one patch of skin just for me. “It’s in English.”
“It is, and it’s the only time I’ll ever have something permanently written on me that’s not in Russian.”
I laugh and then stand on my tiptoes so I can press my lips to the skin right below my name. “Thank you, Valeri,” I whisper, knowing what this symbolizes to him. It’s a permanent vow to me, a promise that no one else will ever have his heart but me.
“It’s you or nothing,lapochka,” he says, cupping the back of my head. He holds me against him while he steers us along a path that he’s clearly mapped out ahead of time. When he eventually slows down and drops anchor, I look out, trying to see through the darkness, but there’s only the sound of water lapping against the boat and nothing that’s visible beyond a few feet.
“Where are we?”
“A secret spot that I found not too long ago. When the sun rises, you’ll see a small island with sandy beaches and the prettiest blue water.” His hand slides down my back before splaying his hand over my dress and cupping my ass. “I’m going to fuck my wife in every available spot and in every position I can think of.”
“That sounds like I might need to do some stretches first to limber up.”
He laughs and presses me harder against him, letting me feel his erection. “That wouldn’t be a bad idea.” His lips ghost along my cheek before he tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “But I can promise that you’ll still be sore, baby.”
I drag my nails along his chest, lightly scraping them across the peaks and grooves of his muscles. “Maybe you’ll be sore too,” I tell him.
He throws back his head and laughs before fisting my hair and tilting my head up to the sky. His other hand wraps around my neck as he leans closer. “God, I hope so.”
Keeping me in his tight grip, he kisses a line from my hair, slowly working his way down my temple and then my cheek, working a path to my mouth. By the time his lips press against mine, I’m already breathless. I know he can feel my pulse racing against his hand, hear the ragged breaths I’m drawing in around our kiss, and feel the way my body is starting to tremble.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my lips. He picks me up and carries me back to the deck, setting me down on one of the round loungers. The fairy lights around us put off the perfect amount of light, allowing me to see the green of his eyes and blown pupils as he burns through my dress with his gaze.
“Show me what’s mine.” His voice is strained, accent thick, and when I reach for the zipper on the side of my dress, he stills my hand. “No, lift it up. I want to eat your pussy with your dress on.”
A moan escapes at his words as my hands clutch at the fabric of my dress, quickly pulling it up until it’s bunched around my waist and I’m spreading my thighs without him even having to ask. The approving grin he gives me sends a rush of pleasure through me.
“Good girl, baby.” He runs his hands up my thigh highs before hooking a finger under one of the garters. “I fucking love this,” he murmurs, leaning closer to catch the silky ribbon between his teeth and give a soft tug.
I lay back, my dress still fisted in my hands and look up at the stars filling the sky above us. With the bunched-up dress, I can’t see his face, but I can feel his lips as he kisses a line up my inner thigh while his thumbs slide under the tops of my thigh highs, lazily dragging along my skin before he spreads me wider. When he gets to my center, he nuzzles my pussy. I hear him take in a long, slow breath before groaning and running his tongue along my lace-covered slit.
“These are beautiful panties, sweetheart, but they’re not going to last the night.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just grips them in his teeth and pulls back hard enough to rip through the delicate lace. As soon as my pussy is exposed, he growls something in Russian and then latches onto me with a hunger that steals my breath. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he kisses and nips at my pussy lips until my whole body is quivering with need. I feel the heat of his breath hit my clit when he gives a soft laugh at the sounds he’s pulling from me.
“Is my wife eager to come?” he asks, giving my clit the softest of licks.
“God yes,” I moan. “Valeri, please.”
“You do beg so sweetly, baby.” He circles my bundle of nerves with his tongue, rimming me while making sure to never give me too much. He keeps me on the edge until I’m shaking and gasping and pleading with him to let me come. When he takes pity on me and latches onto my clit, I scream his name and come harder than I ever have in my life. My heels dig into his back as my hips buck up against his insatiable mouth. I break into a million pieces, shattered by pure ecstasy, and I never want it to stop.
