I can’t get over the incredible amount of support we have around us.
This is the fantasy life I could only dream of, except it’s very real. And I am very happy.
The party goes on late, and by the time our last guests, Emmanuil and Jess, leave, I’m ready to curl up in bed and sleep like the dead. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open as I strip out of my beautiful dress, letting is slide down my body and fall to the floor at my feet.
I crawl into bed and snuggle my face against my pillow as Kris climbs out of the shower.
But Kris has other ideas as he shifts closer to me beneath the blankets.
I’m about to tell him I’m so tired I can barely think, but as soon as he pulls me against his chest, my back curled into the curve of his body, my skin ignites with need. My body sparks with desire beyond my control.
“Are you too tired, little one?” he whispers against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Because you don’t have to do a thing. I’ll give you all the pleasure in the world, and it’ll make you dream the most beautiful dreams.”
I arch my back and rub my ass against his cock, already hard and pushing into me. “I thought I was too tired, but it turns out I’m too weak to resist you,” I giggle.
“Also, you should never have gone to bed naked if you expected me to keep my hands to myself,” he says cheekily.
“You didn’t know I was naked when you climbed into bed naked,” I counter.
“Darling, I watched you undress in the reflection of the mirror while I played with myself in the shower.” His words heat a feverish desire in my mind.
“You watched me?” I ask, breathless.
“I did. Every curve of your body, every pout of your lips as you wiggled the dress off. I love every inch of you.” As he speaks, he rubs his cock over my pussy, teasing me with his words and his body.
I arch harder against him.
“Do you want my cock, little one?” he asks, thrusting forward and pushing the tip into me. I shiver in delight, but he pulls out again.
“Kristopher,” I plead, wrapping my fingers around the thick muscles of his arm.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
“I want to feel your monstrous cock slide into my pussy. I want you to thrust deep into me and show me again why I belong to you.”
He groans in pleasure, unable to stop himself from giving me what I want.
He thrusts his cock into me, inch by inch, stretching me open and filling me up. I gasp in pleasure and cry out as he grabs my hips and pulls me against his.
I close my eyes in the darkness and focus entirely on how his body feels against mine, how his cock feels as it claims me again. His hands explore my breasts and pull me closer as he pushes harder and deeper into me.
He moves in steady, rhythmic thrusts, pushing, groaning against my ear.
Fuck. This man is everything to me. He makes me feel like the most beautiful girl that ever existed.
He slips his hand around the front of my body, between my legs, rubbing his skilled fingers over my clit as he continues to slowly fuck me from behind.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp.
“Already?” he muses.
“You feel too good inside me.”
“I can feel your pussy tightening,” he growls.
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and as my pussy pulses over him, he begins to move faster.
The moment the orgasm ends, it’s already building again.
