As it was, I had other ideas.
“Let them think what they like,” I growled. “Soak my face. Soak your dress. I want it all, Princess.”
“Oh my. Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus, please…”
Her hand began to slap the side of the bench as she got nearer to climax, but I didn’t relent. I moved faster, adding a second finger to join the first and waiting for that explosion. I knew we had only a few minutes. I’d be walking out there still wiping my wife’s release from my face, my beard soaked with it. I didn’t care.
“Do it, Valeria. Do it for me, Princess.”
“Vasile, I…”
Her body stilled for a moment, and I waited, then she screamed as she let forth her release. I drank every drop I could catch, savored the flavor of her, knowing that I’d want more later. When we were home, in our own bed, I’d demand everything. And she would give it to me, because Valeria never denied me. I was her husband. Her lord. Her king. She would never say no.
“All right, baby,” I whispered as I gently stroked her tender lips. She gasped for breath, fingers gripping the wooden bench. “That’s it. Take a moment.”
“Vasile, I…” She moaned, and I felt her legs squeeze together on either side of my face. It made me laugh as I withdrew, standing up, still licking my lips. “I love you,” she said. “I’ve always loved you. Right from that first moment, when you knocked my cigarette case out into the night snow.”
I laughed, nodding, then leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. “I’ve always loved you, Princess Valeria. And I always will.”