Page 127 of Notes About Vodka

I reach between us, his dick ready and already pointing towards its home, me.

Breaking the kiss, I look down, smiling when I see the bead of pre-cum already leaking out.

“Valerie,” I whisper.

“You and that damned nickname.”

“You love it.”

“I do, moya lubit, I really do.”

I lean forward as Val lifts on his toes, taking a quick lick off the top of his dick before I take the head into my mouth. He always tastes like the rain. Refreshing. But with the spice of citrus and vodka.

Val doesn’t let me suck long. Pushing me up in the chair, he grabs my hips, pulling my ass as forward as possible without me falling out of the chair.

He lines us up and looking into my eyes, slams into me all the way.

I cry out. There’s a brief moment of pain that morphs into a pleasure so divine. I claw out, grasping on to Val as he slides out only to slam back in, quick and hard. He holds himself inside for a moment before slowly gliding out and then slamming in again and again.

The force at which he starts to take me rocks the chair, the balcony window that connects to our bedroom.

I know everyone inside can hear what we are doing. Not just the slapping of skin, but the sounds coming from me.

I’m begging, for more, for less, for it all. Val’s name leaves my lips as if they are a prayer.

He gives everything to me. I come and he pauses long enough for me to crest to the peak of my climax before he’s moving faster, harder.

“Laura, you are always so fucking tight baby. The way you clench me. I’ll never tire of this. Fuck, Laura, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I barely manage to gasp out.

I thought Val could move fast, but he’s up the turbo engine of his own body. The pleasure burns through me, lighting me on fire. I’m soaring above the clouds, the waters of the gulf below me. Our future on the horizon.

Glass shatters behind me.

But I don’t care because Val is pushing me into another orgasm.

“We have insurance on the condo,” Val breathes into my ear.

“Then wreck me,” is all I can reply before Val does just that.

In a chair, on the 8thfloor corner condo balcony, overlooking my beloved Gulf of Mexico, I fracture around Val only for him to rebuild me, put me back in one piece as we come together, and he fills me completely.

The next morning I don’t even mind the teasing that turns me red from the wedding party because if they had experienced that moment, they wouldn’t care either.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

VAL

"Vodka and honeymoons—both are best when shared with the one who makes your world spin.

Too bad the hangover comes on fast.”

I can hardly believe it—our honeymoon is finally here.And we brought my father!

Laura and I have planned every detail, and as I stand next to her, watching the bustling streets of San Francisco from our hotel window, I feel a rush of excitement. This isn’t just a trip—it’s a celebration of us, our love, and the beginning of our life together. I turn to her, and she’s beaming, her eyes bright with excitement. The energy of the city below seems to pulse through the room, and I can't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude that we are finally here, starting this chapter of our lives.

“Ready to take on San Francisco, Mrs. Zaitseva?” I ask, grinning at her.

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