My cock strains against my pants at the very idea of it, and by the time I shut our bedroom door, I’m desperate to be inside her again. I set her down, running my hands over the gorgeous dress she’s in, loving that she’s left her back bare for me. I step around and kiss a line up her spine.
“I’m going to fuck you in your white dress, baby,” I whisper against her skin, giving her soft little bites as I work my way to the nape of her neck. “We’re going to desecrate the hell out of this thing.”
She moans and arches her ass into me when I give the crook of her neck a soft bite and brush her long veil aside so I can fist her hair and give it a soft tug.
“Looks like these heels might be good for something after all,” I murmur against her skin, gripping her hip with my free hand and holding her tighter against me. The extra height puts her right where I need her, and when she grabs onto her dress, doing her damnedest to lift it up, I laugh and give her another bite.
“Hands on the bed, sweetheart.”
She moans and immediately bends over slightly to rest her palms flat on the mattress. Bending lower, I run my hands up her legs, hiking her dress up as I go, and when I see the sexy, thigh highs she’s wearing, I let out a groan and kiss the backs of her thighs where the lace meets her skin. She’s wearing a matching white, lacy garter belt and thong, and the sight of her bare ass with the white, ribbon strings running down her cheeks to attach to her thigh highs makes all the English fly right out of my head.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I groan in Russian, kissing a line along her perfect, round ass.
“God, your language is sexy as fuck, Misha,” she moans, making me smile against her skin as I give her one last kiss before unzipping my pants and freeing my painfully hard cock.
“Time to get these fancy clothes dirty, sweetheart.”
I roughly pull her thong aside and slide the length of my cock along her wet slit.
“Yes,” she moans, rocking against me.
I watch her bare ass rocking back and forth in a seductive rhythm, her pussy coating me in her arousal, and just the sight of her so hungry and eager for me sends a rush of pleasure straight through me.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Yes!”
Her breathy voice is sexy as hell, but I don’t give in just yet. I keep dragging my shaft along her wet folds, hitting her clit with each long stroke until she’s fisting the blanket and looking back over her shoulder at me.
“Please, Misha,” she begs. Her lips are parted in a gasp, and there’s nothing so beautiful to me as the sight of my sex-hungry wife begging me to fuck her.
“Please what?” I ask, unable to resist.
“I need you inside me. Please, I need my husband to fuck me.”
Her last words are more of a whimpering plea, and there’s no way I can deny her any longer. With a groan, I grip her hips and slide into her, watching her spread for me as she fists the blanket tighter and lets out another sexy whimper when I’m fully inside her. Leaning over, I kiss a line along her shoulder before biting down hard enough to make her gasp.
“My wife,” I murmur against her skin, kissing my way up her neck, drunk on the taste and feel of her.
She moans and lowers her upper body to the bed. She tries to rock her hips, but I keep her pinned tightly against the mattress so she can’t move. All she can do is lie here with my cock buried deep inside her, spreading her wide, torturing her with the promise of more, but only when I’m willing to give it.
“This is pure torture,” she complains, smacking her closed fist against the bed and shooting me a murderous look.
I laugh and give her earlobe a soft suck, letting my teeth graze the skin around the diamond earrings I bought her.
“The best kind of torture,” I whisper in her ear and then move my hips just enough to give her a taste of what’s to come.
“I had no idea my husband was such a tease.” She turns her face so I can see her smile. “But two can play at this game, Misha.”
Bracing her hands against the bed, she presses back against me and I back up just enough to give her some space, curious to see what she’ll do. When she starts to rock her hips, riding the cock she’s still impaled on, I let out a groan and bunch her dress up even more, giving me a better view of my wife’s ass as she shamelessly uses me for her pleasure.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, watching her for a few more minutes before the last of my willpower completely disappears and I slam into her, meeting her thrusts with my own until the room is filled with our mixed grunts and the wet sounds of our fucking.
When I slide a hand under her and start to rub her clit, she grabs onto the back of my head and pulls me closer, bringing our mouths together in a hungry kiss that makes everything else disappear. She sucks my tongue and moans into my mouth when I run my slippery fingers over her, kneading and pinching her swollen clit as I slam into her even harder until I’m swallowing her screams and she’s clenching so tightly around me that I have no choice but to follow her over the edge.
Ecstasy unlike anything I’ve ever known rushes through me, darkening my vision, and making my whole body hum as I empty everything I have into my sweet wife for the second time today. I hold her tightly as we both start to come down, kissing her gently and savoring every damn second of this moment.
“Holy shit,” she finally whispers with a laugh. “I can’t believe I get to spend my life with you, Misha. I love you so much.”