Page 16 of Etched In Stone
With expert precision, my wife’s skilled fingers found their way to the buttons of my white shirt, urgency building in our heated tango. When she was completely naked, and I was left shirtless with only my khaki shorts, I stepped back.
“Sit down,” I told her.
I watched Krystina perch on the edge of the bed, her brown curls cascading over her bare shoulders as she gazed at me with those mesmerizing chocolate eyes. A surge of emotion coursed through me at the sight of her—my wife, my soulmate, the woman who ignited a fire in my very soul.
“You’re ravishing,” I murmured, drinking in every exquisite detail of her.
She grinned playfully. “That’s quite an old-fashioned word. You’re making me feel like Scarlet O’Hara. Will you be like Rhett Butler and throw me over your shoulder so you can have your way with me?”
Her casual flirtations never failed to stir something primal within me. She filled me with an intoxicating blend of tenderness and raw desire that I’d never experienced with anyone else. She was my anchor, my purpose, the missing piece that made this broken man whole again.
“Oh, I’ll have my way with you, Mrs. Stone. Remember my only rule for this trip: I’m in control of everything at all times. But before I have my way with you, I have a wedding present for you.”
“But you already gave me a present. They were the earrings I wore on our wedding day.”
I moved deliberately toward my suitcase, hyperaware of her curious gaze following my every movement. “Angel, I’ll never stop giving you gifts. You really need to get used to it.”
Feeling around the inner pocket of my suitcase, my fingers closed around the small box nestled inside. I held up the box wrapped in shimmering silver paper and tied with a delicate bow.
“You spoil me, Alex.”
I chuckled softly as I approached her, the weight of the box in my hand a reminder of its significance. This gift represented more than just a trinket. It symbolized the journey we were on together—past, present, and future.
I extended the box to Krystina, hearing her breath catch when her fingers brushed against mine. Our eyes locked, and in that silent exchange, I saw a reflection of my desire.
As she lay there naked on the bed, she carefully untied the bow, her nimble fingers working with delicate precision. The wrapping paper fell away, revealing a sleek black box beneath. She cracked it open.
“Oh!” Krystina gasped, her brown eyes widening in surprise and delight. “It’s beautiful!”
She lifted the anklet from its velvet cushion, the delicate platinum chain catching the soft cabin light. The tiny triskelion key charm encrusted with diamonds dangled, spinning slowly.
I drank in her expression of wonder, committing every detail to memory—the slight parting of her lips, the sparkle in her eyes, and the way her curls framed her face as she leaned in to examine the charm more closely.
“Allow me,” I said, gesturing to her ankle.
I took the anklet from her hands, my fingers brushing against hers. The contact sent goosebumps over her skin. Kneeling at her feet, I traced the delicate curve of her ankle, savoring her softness. With deliberate slowness, I fastened the clasp.
“Now,” I began, kissing my way up her leg. “I believe I have unfinished business to attend to.”
Her breath hitched, and I saw her eyes sparkle with dark desire. Then she began to fidget when I kissed a sensitive spot behind her knee, a habit I found irresistibly sexy for some unknown reason.
“What sort of business, sir?”
I sat back on my heels, maintaining eye contact and suppressing a groan. I loved when she turned into a sexual deviant.
“I think I need to blindfold you—force you to surrender control and let your other senses take over.”
“Sensory deprivation. A favorite pastime of yours.”
I leaned in, my voice low and resonant. “It’s because it requires irrevocable trust. Your pleasure is my ultimate priority.”
The air between us seemed to thicken. I could still hear the gentle lapping of waves on the shore, a rhythmic counterpoint to our quickening breaths. The scent of sea salt mingled with Krystina’s flowery perfume, creating an intoxicating blend.
Unable to resist any longer, I crawled up her body, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She responded with equal fervor, her hands sliding down to grip my shoulders. Our kiss deepened, a dance of tongues and teeth, each caress speaking volumes of our shared desire.
A soft moan escaped her, the vibration traveling through me and igniting every nerve ending. Our bodies pressed closer, the heat between us building.
“Alex,” Krystina gasped as we parted for air. Her chest heaved, and she began to fumble with my belt buckle. “I need you.”
