by Stella Gray
“Enough,” I finally said.
I pulled away and she let out a whimper of disappointment, but it disappeared the second I got into the tub with her. It was big enough for two people, but still cozy, water sloshing out onto the tiled floor, but I didn’t care. I was done holding back.
“Get over here,” I told her. “Straddle me.”
She did as I ordered, her knees on either side of my hips as her tits rose in front of me, at the perfect height for exactly what I wanted to do to them. To her.
“You’re perfect for me,” I murmured, rubbing my lips gently over her taut nipples. “And I’m going to fuck you until you remember how perfect we are together. Until you can feel exactly how much I love you.”
“Yes,” she moaned as my tongue slid across her nipples, one at a time, teasing her. “I love you, too.”
The words made it all the sweeter, her hips already moving with the anticipation of my cock. But I wasn’t ready. Not yet. I wanted to torment her a little. Give her a small taste of the desperation I’d felt for her while she was gone.
I sucked one nipple into my mouth, twisting and tweaking the other one before I switched off, lavishing attention on the other. I used my tongue and teeth and fingers to bite, lick, tug at the softly pebbled skin. Torturing and pleasuring her at the same time. She was moaning louder, her wet hair falling in front of her face and showering both of us with water droplets. Her hips were pressed tight against mine, my hot, hard cock brushing the soft lips of her pussy.
“You want this?” I asked, reaching between us to drag my cock up and down the length of her opening.
“God yes,” she whimpered. “I want it. Please.”
I pushed the head of my cock just barely inside her but didn’t thrust. Not yet.
“Tell me what you need,” I said, drawing it out.
“I need you to fuck me, please,” Tori whispered, over and over, panting against my shoulder with anticipation now. “Please, Stefan, please fuck me. Fuck me please.”
It was all I could do to hold back.
“Tell me you love me,” I demanded, fisting my hand in her hair and pulling her head back so I could kiss her neck. “I want to hear you say it again.”
“I love you,” Tori gasped as the head of my cock inched a little deeper into her. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
“And who do you belong to?” I pressed, easing almost all the way back out of her, holding her sexually hostage, making her breath catch in her throat.
“You. I belong to you,” she said. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
We were both breathing hard now, fighting our need for each other.
“You’re goddamn right,” I told her, gazing into her eyes. “And I’m yours. For always.”
Tori started to nod, but without warning I gripped her hips tight and thrust up into her, hard and deep, both of us groaning at the intensity of our connection.
“Now ride me,” I ordered. “Ride me until you come.”
She grabbed my shoulders, steadying herself, and then started grinding on me, up and down, so much faster and harder than she normally would, her thrusts increasingly frenzied as she panted her pleasure in my ear. Neither of us cared how much water was splashing onto the floor.
“Come for me, kitty cat,” I coaxed. “Come on my cock.”
She obeyed almost instantly, crying out her orgasm, her pussy clenching deliciously around me. She was so hot and responsive, it was all I could do to not come with her. But I’d spent my life honing my powers of self-control and it served me well in this moment, with my wife’s cunt contracting around my cock—my cock which had been aching for her for days.
I held her, waiting until her body had stopped shuddering before I began to move again.
“You feel so good,” she whispered.
“So do you,” I said.
I loved the slide of her wet body against mine, how easy it was to drag her hips up and down, the water guiding each thrust. Tori’s hands were tight on my shoulders as she recovered and began matching my strokes, riding me hard again, her wet hair flung back. Her eyes were glassy with lust, her skin flushed, and I could tell she was close to coming again.
“Say it again,” I ordered, unable to get enough of her.
“I love you,” she gasped, riding me harder and harder, chasing her new orgasm. “I’m yours.”
“I love you,” I said, pulling her mouth over mine, our fierce kiss matching the unrestrained pace of our thrusting beneath the water.
“Oh my god, Stefan,” she cried out, tensing up. “I’m coming again.”
She closed her eyes and arched her back against the tub, her tits displayed beautifully for me as she cried out with the power of her release. Then she leaned forward, her body going limp against my chest as she tried to catch her breath.
“We’re not done,” I whispered to her, my hands still tight on her hips, my cock still hard inside her.
“Good,” she moaned, her lips against my ear. “Because I want more.”
“You think you can handle more?” I asked, picking up my pace again, forcing her body down on my cock.
“Yes,” she cried out, loving the way I was using her body. “Fuck me.”
I did, pounding into her with abandon, watching her tits bounce with every stroke. Now that I’d given myself permission to let go, my orgasm came hard and fast, my release filling her up, hot and full. She shuddered against me, her own desire satiated—at least for the moment.
We lay there in the tub, the water calming and growing cooler around us. I stroked her hair, and she ran her hands along my arms.
“I want to be with you, Stefan,” Tori whispered. “Always.”
“You promise?” I asked, my hand slipping down her back to cup her ass.
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Make a vow,” I said.
She leaned back far enough to cup my face and kiss me.
“I vow to stand at your side, for life. To love you. To be honest with you.”
“I vow to love you and be honest with you, too,” I repeated, smoothing her hair back. “I vow to stand with you and trust you.”
“I vow to trust you,” Tori repeated. “To put you before anyone else.”
“You are my family,” I told her. “I vow to protect you. To cherish you. To put you first.”
“You’re my family, too,” Tori murmured, kissing me deeply. “You’re mine.”
I was already getting turned on again. I didn’t think I would ever stop wanting her. Stop needing her.
“Water’s getting cold,” I said, gently pulling away and moving her off of my lap before standing and stepping out of the bathtub. Then I dried off quickly and motioned for her to stand.
When she got to her feet I wrapped a towel around her, then lifted her into my arms.
“I’m taking you to bed,” I told her.
“I like that plan,” she murmured, her head resting against my shoulder, almost as if she was drunk with love.
I knew how she felt. I never wanted to let go of her.
Back in Tori’s room, I set her down on the bed and locked the door that opened out into the hallway. Then I climbed in beside her and kissed her deeply, tugging the towel away so my hands could have full access to her body, still warm and soft from the bath.
Her legs parted for me eagerly as I stroked downward, but that wasn’t what I was after. Instead, I rolled her onto her stomach, kissing my way down the length of her spine. As I reached the curve of her ass, her body arched up toward me as if she knew what I was planning.
“So responsive,” I teased.
She knew exactly what I wanted, and I was pleased to know she wanted it too.
Cupping her ass, I gave her a firm slap. She cried out with lust, the sound muffled by the pillow her face was pressed into.
“You want this?” I asked her, dragging my finger along the line dividing her cheeks.
“Yes,” she groaned, her hips rising up, her legs spreading wider.
Unable to help myself, I teased her first with my finger, dragging it along the seam of her ass until she was panting softly, her breath coming faster with the growing anticipation. Then, when I knew she was ready, I slid my finger inside.
She gasped, her entire body seeming to tremble from the pleasure. I was already hard again, and more than ready to be inside her, but I wanted to savor this. Wanted to savor her. I fucked her with my finger gently before adding a second finger, stretching her even wider.
She rocked back against my hand, her fingers clutching the blankets as she moaned with delicious pleasure.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I want you so bad.”
Giving her one more firm slap on the ass, I knelt on the bed and positioned myself behind her. Rubbing my cock against her wet pussy first, I teased us both for a moment. Tori was practically sobbing with need, face down, thighs wide, her perfect ass in the air.
I was ready to claim her, for now and always.
Sliding my pussy-wet cock back up to her tight asshole, I reminded her, “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she murmured, pushing back against me. “Always.”
Carefully, slowly, I spread her ass open and eased myself inside of her. She was so hot and so tight—so goddamn tight. I didn’t want to rush, didn’t want to come before I had a chance to make her feel good too, so I went inch by inch. Waiting for her to adjust to the fullness and then relax each time before pushing in even deeper.
It was as if time stood still. All I was aware of was the tightness of her body around me and her soft, breathy moans as she gasped her pleasure. I could feel her clench around me each time I went deeper and I kept pushing, tantalizingly slowly, until I was fully inside of her.
“You feel perfect,” I said, taking a breath, willing myself to calm down. “Too good.”
We’d done this before and the pleasure had been indescribable, but somehow, now, it was even more intense. I felt incredibly close to her, as if I was possessing her completely, body and soul. She was mine in every way.
I began to thrust, slowly at first, but it was a rhythm I couldn’t maintain. I needed more. Needed to go faster, harder, to fuck her ass until she came—until I came. Until we were one.
Picking up the pace, I let myself get lost in the sensation of her body and mine, fully connected, drawing pleasure from each other in the most unguarded, intimate way. I could tell she was loving it by the way she moved against me, pushing back to meet each of my thrusts, her throaty moans filling the room. I wanted only to satisfy her, to give her everything she needed.
“Fuck my ass,” she murmured, over and over. It was so hot, I could feel myself being pulled toward the edge of my orgasm, starting to lose control. “It’s your turn to come.”
“You first,” I said, fighting my climax with every thrust.
“No,” Tori said, gasping out the words as I pounded into her. “You, this time. I want you to come inside me. Come inside my ass.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. I couldn’t hold back any longer. With my hands tight on her hips, I pumped harder and harder until I began to jerk and shudder, my release barreling toward me, unstoppable now. “I love you,” I told her, thrusting deeper than I’d ever been before.
“Yes,” she cried out. “I love you, Stefan.”
Her words triggered the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt, long and deep, and I fully let go, groaning and spilling hot cum into her, my hips moving frantically, my desire beyond my control.
“Yes,” Tori moaned, and I felt her contracting around me one last time. “Yes, yes, yes.”
We rode out our orgasms until our movements slowed, our breath still fast and jagged, both of us spent. I pulled out and climbed next to her, rolling her over to gather her in my arms.
Tori’s face was flushed, her entire body relaxed against me. I’d never felt such desire, such satisfaction before.
“I love you,” I told her.
She pressed even closer to me, kissing my chest.
“I love you too,” she said. “For always.”
Then she tucked her head under my chin, our bodies fitting together like two perfect puzzle pieces, and I knew that I’d never let her go again.
Tori
Chapter 17
The next twenty-four hours went by in a blur. After explaining to my very-relieved stepmother that we’d mended our marital rift, Stefan further informed her that he planned to take very good care of me and that we’d head back to Chicago the next day (in the process nearly charming the pants off Michelle, just as he had the first time they met). Then he took us out for a fancy dinner and slept with me in my tiny twin bed, holding me close all night long.
In the morning he made a few calls and arranged to have my clothes, my things, my life, packed back up and sent home. Home. Our home. It was amazing he was able to get anything done, since we both seemed to be having a hard time taking our eyes—and hands—off of each other. By the time we pulled up to the valet stand at our condominium that afternoon, my body was deliciously sore from all the intense sex, but I still couldn’t get enough.
We tumbled into bed again, and once we caught our breath afterwards, Stefan told me that he wanted to make sure his family understood my place in his life. Now that we had officially pledged to have a real life together, he wanted it to start now.
“They need to see that we’re a united front,” Stefan said, getting up to grab his phone off the dresser. “Especially my father.”
My pulse kicked up just thinking about Konstantin’s strong dislike of me. “What are you planning?” I asked.
“We’ll hold a dinner here for everyone,” he said. “Tonight.”
I sat up straighter. “Tonight? There’s no time.”
He waved his hand, unconcerned. “Gretna will make it happen. I’ll pay her double overtime and have her bring in a few extra staff if need be.”
“Okay…” I said, nodding. “What about Anja and Max? They should be here too.”
My stomach dropped even as I said the words, but I tried not to show my nervousness. I didn’t want Stefan to think I’d bolt over the situation with Anja again. As if he could read my mind, Stefan came back over to the bed and took my face in his hands.
“You’re the one I chose,” he reminded me. “And yes, I do want Anja to come tonight. But not Max. This isn’t about him, it’s about you and me. I need Anja to come to terms with my choices and see that I’m committed to my marriage, without worrying what Max might think.”
It made me feel better to hear him say that.
“If this is what you want,” I told him. “Then let’s do it. Let’s go all out.”
Stefan made a few calls to his family and put Anja in touch with a babysitter that Gretna saved the day by recommending.
Once he hung up, we took a quick shower and then got to work. Stefan had the housekeeper come over for an emergency deep clean, and I was put in charge of making sure dinner would be ready on time, which meant conferring with Gretna about the menu and sending her to the store immediately to get all the necessary ingredients for a lavish meal for six. It was going to be me, Stefan, Anja, my father-in-law, Luka, and Emzee. Our preparations were all last minute, but thank goodness we had an amazing staff who were happy to help us pull it together. My husband’s years of being a generous and fair employer were really paying off.
Out of everyone we’d invited, the only person I was excited to see was my sister-in-law. Stefan had admitted that on his way to Springfield, she’d called him to explain why I’d left Chicago. So, thanks to Emzee, he understood exactly what had happened. I would always be grateful to her for that.
As I fussed over my makeup and hair, which I put in a French twist, I tried to tell myself everything would work out with Stefan by my side. I knew the dinner on the table was going to be incredible, but no matter how much I repeated positive mantras to myself, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the whole thing was going to be a nightmare. I’d never b
een more intimidated.
With minutes left until everyone was set to arrive, and the staff busting their butts in the living room and kitchen, I stole away to our bedroom to finally get dressed. Flipping through my hangers in the closet, I tried not to panic. I wanted to look confident, powerful, poised. Like someone who belonged with Stefan, who was equal to the Zorics—even Konstantin.
“This one,” Stefan murmured in my ear, coming up behind me to reach over my shoulder.
The knee-length dress he chose was a deep shade of burgundy, body-skimming without being tight, and made of a slightly slinky fabric that gathered in an artful knot over the left hip.
“Why burgundy?” I questioned doubtfully. I loved the dress, but it seemed a little flashy.
“Because,” he said, turning me toward him. “You have absolutely no reason to hide.” He kissed me, and I melted in his arms. “And besides, it looks amazing on you.”
I changed quickly and put on the diamond earrings that Stefan had given me recently. He’d said they were a symbol that he and I were a pair. I could reach up and touch them if I felt unsure, and they’d serve as a reminder of his devotion to me. To our life. Our little family.
Standing in the doorway of the living room just before seven, I gave myself a moment to take it all in. Our staff had done an incredible job—managing to make the place even more luxurious and opulent than ever. It looked more like a fancy restaurant than a private home with fresh flowers everywhere, a gorgeous spread of cheese and fruit already set out, a hand-stitched linen tablecloth spread across the table, its gold threads glinting in the candlelight. There were thick candles set out on every available surface, their light giving the space a warm, homey glow. Our exquisite Haviland and Parlon dishes and silverware were set out, their dramatic combination of black and gold very much in line with my husband’s aesthetic—strong and masculine, yet perfectly stylish. The condo looked impressive and smelled even better.