Page 9 of Never Have We Ever
There were certainly worse ways for a bride to lose her dress on her wedding night. Here Valeska had worried that she would be taking it off by herself in another room. Having her husband, the most handsomeman she could ever ask to marry, slowly remove her bodice while keeping one hand always cupped on her breast was poetry.
“You should learn French, Madame Dubois.”
Valeska’s eyes fluttered open. “I have plans to learn more French.”
“Good, but a tutor will not teach you how to say bedroom things. I will teach you.”
“What’s wrong with saying bedroom things in German?”
“Nothing.” Valeska smiled.Anytime someone forewent the opportunity to take a potshot at her native tongue was a good one. “There are so many wonderful things to say in French. I’m sure I will say many of them to you. Like this.”
No, Valeska could not say she understood the next string of French words winding their way into her ear. But they were hot, and by the time her husband’s hand sank to her waist, she was readyfor her thighs to glide open.
“Maybe you are a quick study, Valeska.” André’s hold on her breast tightened until she moaned in entangled pleasure. “Because you did exactly what I told you to.”
She gasped. Not because of what he said, but because his other hand was on her garter and tugging at her lingerie.
“Are you wet for me, Madame Dubois?”
Something Valeska’s mother had said early on inthe courtship stuck with her.“Don’t let him think he has total control in your relationship. That goes for every aspect. If you give your husband Poland, he will try to take Russia.”
“You hard for me, Monsieur Dubois?”
He thrust his hips forward and brought hers back. Even through the layers of her skirt, Valeska definitely felt the erection ready to claim her.
“Then I am wet for you.”
André’sgrip left with his next breath. “We will see. Shall we go to bed?”
“You’re not done taking off my dress.”
“Oui, oui,you such a, how do they say… ah, such a diva. A trueprincesse.”
Valeska chose to interpret that as his erotic brand at humor.I don’t mind being treated like a princess.That included having her whole dress removed. As soon as it pooled around her feet, she took her husband’shand and hopped out. Her shoes were the next to go.
“Look at me. In my underwear.” Valeska tsked. “You should let me undress you now.”
Had she masked the giddiness? Because how unfair was it that lowlier women throughout the world had sampled André’s body the night they met, yet she had to wait a year to see him naked?
“Yes, if you are a princess, then let me be the prince. It’s good.”
Valeskaturned around in his arms, both hands splayed against the breast of his tuxedo. “Your English is diminishing.”
“Because all the blood goes from my brain to my dick.”
Valeska took in a deep breath. “Say it in French next time.”
He nibbled her ear while she helped herself to the buttons, folds, and occasional zipper of his wedding suit. She may have had more material, but he had more layers.Good thing she was a refined lady who knew her way around a man’s suit. Not to mention, it was much easier to move about now that the mess of her dress was behind her. She was happy to let him gaze upon her in her white lingerie while she removed his jacket, shirt, and cummerbund.
She hooked her fingers beneath the sleeves of his undershirt, bringing his lips to hers. André’s tongue was quickto dive into her mouth and taunt the back of her teeth.
“You make love to me,” Valeska said, emboldened by their new confidence with one another, “like I am your wife. You know the meaning, yes?”
“Maybe you should tell me. Maybe I forgot.”
Valeska growled her approval when he reached around and grabbed her ass. It brought her pelvis closer to his. That hard erection rubbed against her slit,covered by a thin strip of silk underwear. “It means you are reverently dirty.”
“Reverently dirty. I like that. Even sounds best in English.”
