Page 8 of Never Have We Ever
“Maybe… I want to impress you too.”
“I doubt that would be difficult.”
Valeska couldn’t stop blushing.She hoped to God her new husband found that attractive, because it wouldn’t stop anytime soon.
The only way she would snap out of this was if André made his move. A move she desperately wished he would have made a few months ago. Was it really too much to ask that they get these nerves out of the way by now? Would it have beenterribleif he invited her to a hotel or back to his Parisian flatfive months into their courtship? Because this was agonizing. This was…
André pulled her into the heaviest kiss he had yet to give.
Valeska could have taken every kiss they shared over the past year and packed it into that one. Even so, this kiss, the one they shared in their honeymoon suite the first night they were married, was more passionate than whatever mess they attempted before.
Thank.God. Because Valeska had been impatiently waiting to show this man how she kissed.
Once her arms were around his neck, he relentlessly kissed her bruising lips, his tongue stealing purchase in her mouth as if he had been famished for her foryears.Valeska wished he hadn’t lost his tie the moment he stepped into the suite. Because she needed something to cling to as her husband constantly knockedher off her feet.
The only time André spoke that first minute of making out like teenagers was when he muttered something in incoherent French. Valeska chose to interpret it as dirtily as possible. Years later, her husband would tell her that he had said something akin to,“I want to fuck you until this dress is too dirty to wear again.”
Didn’t he know that a woman was only supposed to wearher wedding dressonceanyway? Really. He should have known.
Valeska knew this was going in a direction she approved of when André diverted his lips to her ear and said, “Do you want to take off this dress? Or should I?”
Her eyes fluttered shut in satisfaction. Every inch of her body tingled in the kind of anticipation that hardened her nipples and warmed her thighs. She had never been opposedto fucking like a common woman on her wedding night. She simply didn’t think it would happen!
“I might need assistance.”
She really did, since there was no way she could reach the zipper on her own. Yet she also wanted this man to undress her. Carefully. Considerately. As if he couldn’t bear to dislodge a single bead on her bodice or risk a tear to her skirt.
Honestly, he could fuck her onthe table with the dress still on, if he wanted. Valeska only wanted an extreme to remember for the rest of her life.
She moved her hair out of the way so her husband could undo her zipper. André cursed in frustration, since the zipper refused to budge between his anxious fingers. It did not help that one of his hands encircled her torso and gripped her lower abdomen. Valeska pushed up againsther husband’s chest and lost the last of her breath.
“I heard a rumor,” she said, when she found air again. “I hear that you are strong enough to tear my dress apart.”
“I am.”
A bristle of pleasure went down her spine. “Do be careful. This bodice was hand stitched by a master craftsman who…”
André’s teeth nipped her earlobe. Valeska twisted to her left, gasping in surprise. She had no ideaher dress was unzipped until her husband pushed his hand beneath the fabric and quickly found her breast.
“Tell me now, Madame Dubois.” His husky voice, laced in a heavy French accent he could barely control when he was aroused, almost knocked Valeska out. “If you want me to slow down and make gentle love to you, now is the time to tell me. Or maybe you are the kind of woman who likes it more…”He cursed again. How could French curses shot directly into a woman’s ear sound so erotic? What kind of power did the Frenchreallyhave? “You like it more passionate?”
“Like what?” She could play his game. She better be able to, if they were going to make this marriage work. “Maybe I don’t understand you.”
Was it a purr or a growl that rumbled through them both? All Valeska knew was that hishand squeezed her breast and her knees buckled. “Sex. You like it rough, or you like it gentle.”
“This is the sort of thing we could have sorted out before the wedding night.”
And night it was quickly becoming. Twilight had long descended on the estate, although the soft golden glow of the evening still spread across the suite.
“I like it hot.”
Her sleeves fell down her arms until the entirebodice of her dress fell away from her chest. The strapless pushup bra that had kept her lifted and separated on her wedding day threatened to follow it. Valeska was too wrapped up in the moment to worry that her husband might not find her attractive beneath her clothes.
Seeing her breasts bursting from her tight bra certainly did not deter him. If anything, it made him hold her closer. Valeskacursed the heft of her skirt. She wanted to feel if he was hard in his pants.I seriously need this. Give it to me, André.They should start their marriage on the best note possible. That included a long round in bed that left her panting and drifting off to sleep for the rest of her honeymoon.
“This cannot be anything but hot. Let me make love to you. I will not disappoint.”
Valeska whimperedin his backward embrace. It was a good thing she had pushed all of her curly hair to one side, for her husband now covered her cheek and throat in heavy kisses that refused to be stopped.
