Always & Forever

by Scarlett Avery

  He brushes my hand aside and quickly frees himself of his jeans and boxer briefs. In a rush, he kicks them to the side so hard, they land on top of a chair in the corner of the room.

  “You’re very eager.”

  “You have no bloody idea.” Before I can think of a witty retort, Nikolaj’s mouth claims mine again. I could lock lips with him like this for hours without even considering coming back up for air. He traces along my ribs with his knuckles until he places the palms of both hands against the middle of my back. He breaks from our kiss, his forehead resting on mine and his breath panting hard against my trembling lips. “I’ve been obsessed with your nipples pressing against your t-shirt all day. I’m glad to see you’re not wearing a bra.”

  “Nah. Don’t need one.”

  “Really?” He fists the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it over my head. He tosses it to the side and zooms in on my exposed breasts.

  “We’re on vacation,” I taunt.

  “So your tits will be hanging freely for the next month for my pleasure?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Pulling me closer, he groans his approval into my mouth as my peaked nipples graze his chest. He continues to push me backward while keeping all of my senses tingling and alert. I jolt when the back of my knees hit the bed. “Seems like you can’t go any further,” he says.

  I don’t have time to respond. He places one strong hand in the middle of my chest and pushes me backwards until I tumble onto the king-size bed. My hair cascades around me and I struggle to brush it away from my face to track his next move.

  He takes a seat on the mattress next to me, eating up my half-naked body with impassioned eyes. His hands seductively trail up my leg until he’s tugging at my shorts. He pauses, resting his hands against the button, ready to remove the last two pieces of clothing preventing him from ravaging my pussy at will.

  “Are you wearing panties?”

  “I am.”

  “What color are they?” The amusement flashing through his eyes is so darn hot.

  “You’re so close. Might as well find out for yourself.”

  “Good point. Lift your ass up so I can slide these shorts off of you.”

  I obey.

  A look of confusion crosses his face as he takes in my white cotton boy shorts. His eyes bounce from my crotch to my face before he bursts out laughing.

  “What? You don’t like my wedding gift?”

  “Where on earth were you able to buy these?”

  “Duh. Obviously I had to order them online.”

  “I’m surprised my full name was able to fit on these.”

  “It took a little finessing, but I managed.”

  My blonde bombshell is the one behind this gag gift. She was bummed out that I turned down her offer to throw me a bachelorette party. One afternoon before Nikolaj and I moved to Paris, when I was hanging out at her place and we had a few too many cocktails, she showed me this website where I could order custom underwear. She planned on ordering me a set inscribed with salacious messages for the first month of my marriage. The design is simple compared to the ultra-feminine lingerie I’m used to buying, but the beauty of it is that you can get any message you want printed on the front or back of these panties. I thought it was so hilarious, I placed my order on the spot.

  “‘Claimed by Mr. Nikolaj von Henningsen’?”

  “Aren’t I? We both know I’ve been yours since the first night I slept with you.”

  “I think we both fell real hard for each other that first night in Toronto.”

  “We did. But there’s another reason why I bought these. You can’t destroy them as easily.”

  “Oh, dear, is that a challenge?”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “I would if I wanted to, but these are too adorable to tear to shreds. Who knows, I might frame them.”

  “So you like my little gift?”

  “I’ll like it even more when I toss it on the floor.”

  Suddenly the amusement vanishes from his eyes and it’s replaced by the type of raw, carnal lust that can only lead to very good things. Nikolaj reaches forward and runs two fingers down my belly button and between my thighs, gliding over the white cotton underwear. I gasp, exhilarated, hands gripping his hair. Fueled by my reaction, he pushes my panties to the side until his knuckles slide beneath the fabric and through my heady slickness, caressing me slowly. He whispers, “It drives me insane when I know I’m the one responsible for this wetness.”

  “Argh,” I moan.

  He leans towards me and kisses down my stomach to the elastic hem of my underwear. I prop myself against my elbows, watching.

  “I can’t wait to unwrap my gift,” he says suggestively. He pulls at the elastic with his teeth, releasing it with a snap against my hip. “And then I can’t wait to play with my gift.”

  “Jesus Christ.”

  “And you know me. I’m the consummate gentleman. I’ll do whatever it takes to show you how grateful I am.” His pleasure is my torture.

  Looking up the length of my body, he says, “My words must be affecting you. I’ve never seen your brown eyes this dark and needy.”

  “Damn you.”

  Instead of answering, Nikolaj continues his tantalizing seduction. Running his hands down my calves, he plants kisses along my thighs and between my legs.

  “Ahhh.” My sighs and moans fill the room.

  “And when I’m done thanking you for my gift. I’ll do it over and over again and each time you’ll come all over my mouth until you think you’re about to lose your mind. Will that make up for the fact that you’ve been feeling so neglected?”

  I nod, eyes widening as Nikolaj pulls at my panties, sliding them down over my hips. With each inch I feel the trail of my juices. The stickiness is a reminder of how much I want this man. Once my underwear reaches my toes, Nikolaj pulls them completely off before tossing them to the side. “Much better.”

  “Ha,” is all I can say. I started this game and now I’m paying the price.

  “You’re making me so fucking hard with your uncontainable desire. My dick could drill a hole through this mattress.” Oh, boy.

  He dips a finger inside my pussy and I bite my lower lip. I ready myself for him to give me intense pleasure, but instead he removes his finger as quickly as he had inserted it. He raises himself over me until he meets my gaze. “I want you to taste how much you want me.” Nikolaj slips the fingertip into my mouth. I moan, sucking hard at first before pulling him closer to me to kiss his lips instead. “Your lips taste like sex, sweetness.”

  Licking down my neck, over my breasts and around my nipples, he moves farther down my trembling body. He hovers above my pussy and my thighs shake in anticipation. I prop myself up on my elbows again, unwilling to miss one hedonistic second. Nikolaj gives me one more libidinous smile before he dips his head between my legs. With a strangled cry, my head tilts back, my hips lifting from the bed, greedily demanding more.

  “God,” I beg. Nikolaj groans against me, fueling me, heightening my abandonment to unprecedented levels. He licks up one side and down the other before covering my clit with his tongue, circling over and over and over again. He latches onto my clit and sucks hard. “Please, please, please,” I whisper. Nikolaj inserts two fingers, sliding them lower until he reaches my aching pussy. “Jesus.” I fall back when he pushes them into me and I reach blindly behind me, hoping to grasp something. Anything. I desperately need an anchor to prevent me from freefalling further. “I’m there. I’m nearly there.” I turn my head left and then right against the pillow until I can’t take it any longer and I have to shove the pillow between my teeth. I tug frantically at it with each lick of his tongue against my clit. Tiny whimpers of pleading pleasure slip from my lips, feeding Nik’s insatiable voracity. He doesn’t spare me and he doesn’t let up, no matter how much I beg. He’s fucking me with two fingers forcefully and he’s sucking me hard. It’s a matter of seconds before I lose it. “Oh, fuck,” I shout. Nikolaj twists his
fingers inside me and I arch off the mattress, yanking my hips up in the air. I push into his mouth, taking everything I can from him. I chant his name over and over again as my insides convulse. I jerk my hips, clenching around his fingers. I’m done. With a long cry, I come hard. I pull at his hair, pretending I can control this, but it’s too late—I’ve fully surrendered. Nikolaj seems oblivious to my wailing, because he continues to suck, suck, suck. “I can’t. No more,” I gasp, completely undone. I push up on one elbow, still gripping his hair in an effort to tame his voraciousness, but I should know better by now.

  Slap.

  The sting of his spanking is a relief, allowing me for a fraction of a second to forget how badly my clit is throbbing from his assault.

  “Like hell you can’t. I plan on sliding inside the warmth of your pussy and yes, you’ll come again.” Nik moves on top of me and reaches down to touch my sensitive clit. I shiver as his skillful fingers tease me again. “Put those sexy legs over my shoulders, love. I want to fuck you to the hilt.” I obey. With my legs propped up, he has full access to me. In this position, he can take anything he wants from me. He glides his cock up and down my wetness, setting off little spasms inside me. Staring into my eyes, he thrusts inside me, hard, hungry and thick, filling me completely. His balls thud against my ass, sending tiny jolts, as he penetrates me deeper. “Sweetness, your pussy feels fucking amazing.” He lowers himself until my breasts brush against his chest. He leans down to nibble at my nipples and I wiggle with pleasure. My pussy contracts around his cock as he sucks on one nipple then the other, playing with each until I’m on the verge of coming again.

  “Ohhhhh.” A deep cry storms from my core. I’m dizzy, overpowered by this love-induced trance.

  “Show me you love me.”

  He pumps me harder. Each stroke, each movement, each exquisite slide into my body brushes against my clit. Within minutes, I’m shaking under him, another few more minutes and I’m moaning desperately. I hold his gaze and I’m certain my eyes are filled with the same passion.

  “Christ.” I tighten my thighs around his neck.

  I shouldn’t be surprised I’m coming again so soon. It never ceases to impress me how well Nik knows my body.

  “That’s it, baby.”

  He drills into me, hard and controlled. I wrap my hands over his back before my fingers dig into his biceps in the hopes of containing the sweet pleasure as he increases the pace and force of his maddening thrusts.

  “Oh, my God, yes.” My breath is shallow, breaking with tiny whimpers, the obvious signs of my submission.

  “Keep your eyes on me. I want to lose myself in your eyes as you come undone.”

  “Nik.” I exhale.

  “Baby, don’t hold back.”

  This is so intense.

  “I’m coming,” I hiss.

  “Let go. Come for me.” He reaches down and slides a finger between my pulsating lips and strokes over my clit. My scream echoes in the room as my pussy spasms around him. Holy fuck, that was amazing. Nikolaj unwraps my legs around him. His finger traces a sensual line down the right one and I shiver. He moves his attention to the left leg and drops a trail of open-mouthed kisses from my toes all the way down to my knee. “I’ll never get tired of this. Of you,” he whispers into my calf.

  Neither will I.

  I flash him a weary smile. “Your nine-inch cock is like a freaking drug.”

  “It’s your fault. Your intoxicating pussy turns my dick into this ravenous monster. It’s all or nothing when I’m with you.”

  “Well, no matter how many times you fuck me I can’t get enough of you.”

  Nikolaj pulls out of me and sits on his knees. “In that case, I’d say you need another fix.”

  “Huh?” I lift my head off the bed and frown at him, perplexed.

  He squints and his blue eyes are dangerous. “Does my wife still want me to release myself all over her tits?” His rawness is an instant turn-on.

  Hell, yeah.

  “My husband is a cruel man for expecting me to be able to make such decisions after making me come twice in a row.”

  “Your husband is giving you exactly what you want and he’s willing to give you a lot more.” Damn. “So is it yes or no to my question?”

  The impact of his words reverberates throughout my body and travels straight to my clit. “Yes.” I exhale.

  “Good answer.”

  He scoots up closer, straddles me and moves higher up against my body until his naked ass hovers over my boobs. He grabs his shaft in one hand and locks eyes with me. I love watching him do this. He places a hand against the wall behind me for support, the other still fisting his dick. Slowly at first, he strokes his erection inches from my mouth.

  I angle my head and stick out my tongue to lick the moisture dripping from his tip. My eyes roll into the back of my head. “I love the way you taste.”

  “It’s not me you’re tasting. You’re tasting how you climaxed all over my dick.”

  Once more his dirty talking breaks down my resolve. I’m so aroused, I’m sure my blazing body could put any bushfire to shame.

  Nikolaj picks up the pace and his groans grow louder. I run my free hand up his thighs all the way to my favorite part of his anatomy—other than his cock, that is—his V muscle. I linger there for a few minutes, taking turns between caressing his six-pack and grabbing his firm muscular ass.

  “Oh, shit,” he grunts. Nik pumps his cock faster and faster, each stroke awakening my clit. His cadence is delirious and then he slows down and eventually stops.

  I’m confused at first because he’s still sporting a massive erection. He leans in, claims my mouth and kisses me deeply. He sucks my tongue, stealing every one of my carnal sounds, swallowing them like a greedy bastard. His rapacious hunger consumes me. I grab his ass cheeks with both hands and press his body into me, desperately needing him inside me again, but he abandons my lips. “No, baby, I’m not coming inside you.” He grins before pulling himself away from me. He sits back on his heels and grabs hold of his cock once again. I jolt, surprised, when he swats my hard nipple with his cock. The sensation is decadent. I nearly lose it.

  “Arghhh.”

  Nik picks up the pace. He’s choking his cock, gliding his hand up and down his shaft. Small drops of moisture coat my boobs and my clit begs for relief. I slide my other hand under his dangling balls before squeezing.

  “Jesus fucking Christ.” Nik yanks his hips up in the air and gets up on his knees. I gasp. As a response to my daring move, he lowers the hand that had been against the wall and squeezes my nipple harder, sending shockwaves down to my aching pussy. I cry out, closing my eyes, and cup his balls tighter. “Goddammit.” He struggles to strangle a long groan down, but he can’t. He screams out my name, grunting like an animal. His release is almost savage.

  Dear Lord.

  Everything about this moment is pure debauchery, the kind I never want to end. As he releases all over me, it becomes clear I’m not remotely unaffected. My orgasm builds beneath my skin, first as a flush, then a tightening of my muscles until I’m shaking. I’m sweaty, my heart is beating hard against my chest and I babble unintelligible words beneath him, conscious I’ve lost all control. I clamp my legs together, trapping my desperate clit. In this position it’s my only salvation. I squeeze harder and harder while gyrating my hips in circular motions against the mattress until the sweet climactic wave takes over me.

  Fuck.

  “Jesus!” I scream aloud as my pussy throbs violently from the epic release that gushes all over my chest.

  Nikolaj collapses on top of me and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. He’s lying heavily on me, warm skin to warm skin. His body trembles from his own powerful climax. He utters a string of swear words, but I’m too far gone to make any of them out.

  His breath is hot and ragged against my ear as he wraps his arms around my head. He kisses my lips so gently it’s a stark contrast from the carnal scene that just took place between us. After
a few more minutes he rolls off of me.

  “I’ll be right back. Let me go grab a washcloth in the bathroom so we can clean up. As always, things got a little out of hand.” He winks.

  I nod, looking down at my sticky chest.

  He gets out of bed and strides away from me. Although I’ve had the pleasure of seeing that firm ass so many times, I still could stare at it all day long. He returns and wipes his climax off of me before running back to the bathroom. Within a few minutes he’s back. He slips back into bed next to me and pulls me close to him, forcing me to flip over so that he can spoon me.

  We lie there tangled in each other. It’s the first time since he pushed me into this bedroom that the crashing of the waves against the shore outside our window drowns out our breathing. I nearly fall asleep before Nikolaj’s soft voice brings me back.

  “Did I do enough to ensure you’ll be walking with a limp?”

  “Oh, I think you’ve managed fine, but the night is still young.” I giggle.

  “Are you saying you want more?”

  “Well, you’ve set the bar so high… I’m sure you wouldn’t want to disappoint me,” I tease.

  “Never.” He chuckles against my ear. “Ciara…”

  I expect him to continue, but since he remains silent, after a few seconds I flip over to face him. I want to make sure he’s okay.

  “What is it, baby?” I ask, worried. His expression is unreadable.

  He reaches out and runs a fingertip down my cheek. “I love everything about you.” His eyes look into mine and search deep inside me. “I wish I could turn back the hands of time. I’d find you sooner and love you longer. Thank God you’re all mine now.”

  I smile stupidly at him. I could lose myself entirely in him without a hope in hell of ever coming back. He’s so gorgeous with his tousled thick hair, electric-blue eyes, boyish grin… and he’s my husband. I look up at him through my lashes and whisper back at him, “I love you so much words fail me.”

  “That’s a good thing because you know what?”

  “What?”

  With a smile he murmurs, “You’re my forever, Ciara.”

  How can his words always disarm me like this?