Chapter eleven
My new bride is out cold, no doubt exhausted from our honeymoon activities last night. My early bird always sleeps in when we’ve gone several rounds the night before. She’s cuddled up to my chest, and although I love the feel of her skin against mine, I have other plans for her this morning. Kissing the top of her head, I slowly pull out from under her and chuckle as she adjusts, now sleeping on her stomach. Mmm, I love this position. Best for getting a taste of her pussy and her ass for breakfast.
I crawl under the blanket slowly, trying my best not to wake her before I’ve gotten my fill. I love getting her right to the cusp of release before she can wake up to an orgasm. I start with her ass, circling her tight hole several times with my tongue before diving in, causing her body to jerk. From there, I replace my tongue with my finger in her ass while I make my way to her soaking wet little cunt, lapping up all the juices that have leaked out before finding her clit. With one finger rimming her back hole, two stroking her G-spot, and my mouthon her swollen bud, it doesn’t take long before she’s awake and moaning my name.
She comes so beautifully for me, and I lick up every drop before crawling back up her body to kiss her beautiful face.
“Well, good morning, Mrs. Taranov. How did you sleep?”
The sound of thunder wakes me from my dream, and I groan at the reality of… Sunshine in my arms?WasI dreaming? That wasn’t real, right?
No…we aren’t married. So why is she nestled into my chest right now? Recounting the last twenty-four hours, I remember thatsomeonetook our couch away, and we had to share the bed last night. After the most sensual experience I’ve ever had. And we didn’t even fuck. I was so close, though, and had it not been for those modesty covers, I would’ve. She was begging me, not “Henry,” not “her acting partner,” butme.The way she writhed beneath me, her breathy little moans, it was more than just a body’s natural response. It was one part of a whole pleading to be reunited to its other half. I only know because I felt the same pull.
I had forgotten we were even filming by the end. It was only Lucy and me in that room, in the whole world. Until Blanche called cut, that is, and pulled us back into our reality. I know I could never have her. Not truly, not wholly. Even if I could let my walls down long enough to let her come in, even if I could allow myself to love, what would it be for? Just to put said love of mine in danger? To shackle any children we might have to the same fate? To put my life on the line day after day, only to leave them in a world without me? No, I could never do that to her. My stars were put in place for me from the moment I was born, and there’s no changing them.
I look down at the woman in my arms and smile. She’s sleeping as soundly as can be regardless of the fact that it’s well past the time she normally wakes me up. I smile, thinking thatshe might have found the same peace in my arms as I did in hers. “Don’t worry, Sunshine, I won’t wakeyouup,” I whisper. And before I can stop myself, I kiss her head.Damn, she smells amazing.I nuzzle into her tangled mess of hair and breathe. When I reach her neck, I alternate between soft kisses and little licks, reveling in the taste of her skin. Flashes of my dream play in my head, and I have to fight the urge to move down her body and get arealtaste of her.
My dream.God, I can’t remember the last time I had a good dream. Nightmares, yes. All the fucking time. But a dream? And one this good too…I could get lost in the fantasy of this woman for the rest of my life. Maybe even if I can’t have her for real, I can dream of her every night. I’ll be able to spend a part of my life with her like that.
I can’t help but pull her closer to me, apparently squeezing too tight. She cracks her eyes open, smiling at me, and I watch as realization sets in. She gasps, her eyes popping open, and suddenly, my sleeping beauty is wide awake. “Oh my God!” she whisper-yells. “Sasha, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to get in your…and I know you don’t like…and, and…”
I put a finger over her lips, shushing her before kissing her temple. “It’s alright. I like to cuddle up to a pillow, and you're much better than that gaudy flower you have on our couch.”
This seems to calm her down, and my entire body relaxes as she sinks back. I look down to see her beautiful face smiling up at me. I’ve seen her fresh out of bed before, but something about the way the morning light filters through the blinds or the way she looks with my arms around her amazes me. She’s always been beautiful, but this version of her is otherworldly. It’s the version of her that belongs to me and me only. A moment stolen in time.
I allow myself to linger in her light for a moment longer before I give her one more little squeeze, kiss her on her head, then let her go. “I’ll go make us some coffee.”
We walk into the cottage, hand in hand, absolutely fucking drained for the fourth day in a row. We’ve spent the last four days perfecting the same wedding night sex scene, and I think we are both at our wits’ end. I know I am.
It’s been four excruciating days. Both of us have been stretched to our limits, emotionally and physically. We both want each other,thatis crystal clear. But we reallycan’tduring our filming. And neither of us has the energy to do anything about it when we get back home. I mean, don’t get me wrong, if Lucy climbed on my dick and started riding me, I wouldn’t stop her. But I don’t want a quick or lazy fuck with her for the first time. When I take her, I want it to be…memorable.
So here we are, stuck in a cycle of longing with no means to do anything about it. I just don’t know how much longer I can do this before I snap.
Sunshine lets go of my hand and makes her way to the bathroom to shower, while I take a seat at the dining room table.Since there’s still no fucking couch.Lo and behold, there’s an envelope from Blanche on the table.
I waste no time pulling out the contents, too tired to care what she’s come up with next. Relief courses through me at the title, “Honeymoon Night Two.” We’re finally moving on. ThankGod.
My relief is short-lived as I flip through the script. I don’t know when I’ll stop being amazed at what this woman throws our way. A goddamn primal play scene? Are you fucking kidding me?
I try to calm my nerves, but every instinct I have is telling me that if I chase Lucy, I’m going to end up fucking her. For real. And fucking brutally. There’s nowayI could resist. I was born and raised to be a killer. A natural predator. And if I start chasing that woman, there will be no acting.
I’m propped up on my elbows with my face in my hands when Lucy walks back into the room.
“Shower’s all yours…Oh! Are you okay? Is that a new script? ThankGod! I was about to lose my fucking mind.”
She continues to babble as she walks over and picks up the packet. “What’s primal play? Are we going to be dressed up as monkeys?” She giggles. “Do you think Blanche is into furries?”
I turn to look at her, andI swear to fucking God. I’m hanging on by a thread here, and this woman walks in here in a goddamntowel.In one quick move, I’m out of my chair and crowding her against the wall. I take both of her wrists in one of my hands and pin them above her head, groaning when her towel falls. She’s completely fucking naked. Like a magnet, my other hand finds her breast, and I massage it while I dip my head down and suck on her nipple. Making my way up to her ear with nibbles and kisses, I explore down to her navel, but no further. “No, Sunshine, primal means I’m going to chase you around wherever our director decides, and when I catch you, I fuck you.”
Her heart races as she shakes under my weight, and I bite down gently on that vein throbbing in her neck, then pull back to look in her hooded eyes. They’re blown black with desire, and I know mine are the same.
Letting go of her arms, I slowly crouch down to the floor to grab her towel, giving each of her inner thighs a light kiss on my way up. It takes everything in me to let her go, but if I get myhands on her right now…Well, she’s not ready for that side of me. I wrap her up in the towel and spin her to face our room. “Go to bed, Sunshine,” I say, giving her a little pat on her ass.
My girl isn’t dumb, following my order and quickly shuffling off to bed. When I hear the door shut, I sit back down at the table and look back at the packet. We’ll be filming this in three days. Which means I have three days to either figure out how to calm the fuck down.
Or just fuck her.It’ll be memorable, that’s for sure. She’ll have a safe word of course. I’ll give her that courtesy at least. And who knows. I might actually stop if she says it.
Chapter twelve
