“So thenlove me, Maksim.” Her words are gentle, but they carry so much fucking weight. “Let me help. Let me take it away for you.”
I shake my head, knowing what she’s asking for.
“You show me how you love me every time you feel yourself falling into that pit. Latch onto me. Just… just don't… please don’t not love me.”
“Cara… I don’t know if I can give that to you right now. If I were a better man, I would let you go. But I'm not. I'm a lesser, selfish motherfucker, and knowing I have you to come home to, knowing there's a place for me in your heart, feels like the only glimmer of light to me right now. Emotionally, anyway. No matter how much you hate me in the moment.
“I would put you in a glass cage in the basement if you ever tried to leave me, Duchess. I told you once, you will forever be my bride, little moonbeam. My word is my bond. So don't try it,” I warn her. I meant it to come off as a joke, but it's not. “I would find you like you found me, drag you back from whatever paradise you thought you discovered without me just for you to rule hell with me at my side.Alwaysat my side, wife.”
She leans closer to me, pleading with her sea glass eyes. Fuck, the tears in them make them look like endless pools. I could drown in them. In her. Only ever her. How does she do this to me? “So then kiss me.”
“Sabrina…”
“Let me just try, husband…” Her eyes close, and a few more tears leak out. She trembles like she’s afraid I'll reject her. Never. The first touch of her lips against mine is tentative, feather-soft, and full of need. For me. I can feel her soul reaching out to mine, and how can I say no when mine wants her—lovesher—just as much?
I shove my hands into the warm, sudsy water, one arm beneath her knees, the other curved around her back as I lift her out of the water. Her arms go over my neck as her kiss deepens, tongue begging for entry. Igrant it, just as I deposit her onto our marital bed, her naked, glistening body soaking the sheets for us already. Her thighs fall open, showing me that side of paradise only she is able to give me. “You are still so fucking breathtaking, Duchess.”
I shrug off my clothes, cock already hard and jutting out before me. The mattress dips beneath my knee as I kneel between her legs and fall over her, using my other knee to slide her leg further up and over mine. Shoving my hand beneath her head, I cradle it, tangling my fingers into her hair. “Look at me.” She does; the desire in her eyes is unmistakable, so thick it is tangible. This is what she needs from me. To prove that no matter what outside forces could tear us apart… we won’t let them. I lick two of my fingers and reach between us, feeling how slippery the viscosity of her sweet pussy’s nectar is and groan. “Already this wet for me?”
She gasps an “Always” the second I force my fingers into her hot cunt and her knees squeeze my ribcage. “Maksim!”
“I said, eyes on me, Duchess. Don’t you dare look away.” Her pussy grows hotter, wetter around my fingers. My wife writhes beneath me, silently pleading for more of me. “There you are, so fucking gorgeous.” I cover her mouth with mine, devouring her, and every time she tries to close her beautiful eyes I shove my fingers into her roughly, beckoning a shattered gasp that lets me taste her want. Her need for me. It fucks me up.
“Now watch.” I look down between us, where my cock is hard above her stomach, pre-cum pooling on her delicate flesh, and pull out of her sopping cunt, using her arousal to coat myself. I rub the tip of my dick over her swollen clit. Her moan is needy, eager, hungry as her nails dig into my back. I tilt my pelvis down and push, mesmerized by the way her sensitive, hot pink flesh stretches around me to suck me in. Perfect little fat pussy lips encase my cock like a fucking dream. “That’s a beautiful sight, Moonbeam. Look at how well you take my cock. Made for me, weren’t you?” I draw back and impale her so agonizingly slow it feels like torture.
“Yes!” she breathes on another broken gasp, nails biting into my skin as more of her tears leak out. “Maksim, please!”
“Shhh, Sabrina.” I kiss the underside of her jaw, her cheek, her lips, then lick up her tears. Her hips roll, searching for more of me on my next draw back, and when I thrust, just barely going as slow as I can, tormenting us both, her hands find my ass and she grips me tight. I pause my thrusts, staying with her, not letting this pass me by.
“Here. Just… stay here for a moment.”
She’s so hot, so fucking wet, and the primal need to move and feel her pussy tighten all around me is taking over… but I stay… because… “I am here, Sabrina.” But that look in her eyes tells me she doesn’t believe me… until that tiny, almost unnoticeable rock of her hips demands for more. I withdraw until only the head of my dick is notched, then sink into her gradually. “Fuck, Duchess…”
“I know…”
Her lips find mine and it becomes a dance I’m unfamiliar with. I may be on top, but she’s leading me. I let her use me while we kiss, let her demand become urgent, catered to needing more of me, barely thrusting until her pussy begins to flutter around me. “There you are, Sabrina. Usami, Duchessa. Dimmi come amarti quando fa male. Insegnami.”Use me, Duchess. Tell me how to love you when it hurts. Teach me.
Her answer is simple. “More! Don’t let go of me.”
I don’t. I shove both arms under her back, cradling her closer andthrust. “Never.”
“Oh, God!”
I nip at her plush bottom lip, taking it between my teeth only to lick it. “Not God, Moonbeam…”thrust…“Who am I?”
“My husband!” She moans on another thrust.
Fuck. Yes. Every undulation of her hips takes me deeper; my thrusts get longer and sharper. I can feel her clit against my pubis. I want to let my fingers tap along it, to torment her further, but she ordered me not to let go of her, so I don't. I angle my hips and she moans out an “I love you” that feels like rebirth.
“I love you, Sabrina…” Her pussy ripples around me, gripping tighter. “Oh, Kristos, there you are… keep looking at me, I want to watch when you shatter for me completely. I love it when you break for me—mmhmm… There you are… so beautiful, Duchess… that's it.”
“Don't stop!”
As if I could. I keep my pace solid, never moving even though that white-hot feeling that settled in my balls feels like an inferno now, urging me to piston my hips and fuck her like an untamed beast. Sabrina's nails dig into my back as she tugs me down so all of my weight is on her, but she rocks her hips, fucking me back.
“I'm gonna come again. I need… oh, Maksim I need—”
“My cum?”
