Page 29 of The Bratva's Innocent Sold Bride
Whatever she wanted to do, I wanted to kiss her more. The sight of her, the feel of her flesh under my fingertips, and that fire in her eyes made it impossible to do anything else.
Pulling herself close to me, she wrapped her arms around my neck, opening her mouth to my tongue. I delved inside, tasting sweet mint. Pulling away, I looked down at her glazed eyes, the lashes dotted with water droplets.
“You never got to tell me what you want to do,” I said, my hands moving down her thighs to the edges of her shorts.
“It’s something else now,” she murmured, running her fingers up into my hair and pulling my head back down to kiss her some more.
The weeks of wanting her had me wild, but I kissed her slowly, dragging my lips down her neck, behind her ear, feeling every change in her body as I explored. She sighed and pulled closer as I slid my tongue along the delicate edge of her earlobe, gripped my hair like she’d pull it out when I returned to her mouth, and gently nudged my way between her lips.
I was the one going crazy, barely able to hold back when all I wanted was to have her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around me. Pulling the fabric of her shorts tight against her pert little ass, I dipped my fingers between her thighs.
With a shudder, she stood on her toes, grinding her body against my stiff shaft. Back down, then up again. The teasing motion had me groaning, pushing her panties aside so I could dip my fingers into her wet heat.
The feel of her juicy pussy, so ready for me after only a few kisses, had me pushing her against the tile wall, away from the waterfall. Her leg slid up around my hip.
“Mat,” she gasped, breaking away from our kiss.
Her eyes were half closed as she licked her lips, trying to focus. Soap-scented steam rose around us, locking us into our own little world. One, I would have been happy never to leave. I tugged on her hair, pulling the elastic that held it in place. It tumbled in long, wet strands around her shoulders, and I slid it away to kiss her near the strap of her top.
It needed to be off. I had to see her, every inch. With her body locked against mine, she arched her back, seeking the feel of my cock, bulging against the front of my pants. I pushed hard against her, lifting her so I could taste more of her.
“Mat,” she repeated, her voice a bit louder. She shook her head, sending water drops flying.
“What is it, my gorgeous wife?” I said. I was on the verge of speaking the dangerous promise to give her whatever she wanted.
Holding tight to my shoulders, she pushed me back an inch, moaning as I moved my hand from her backside and slid it to her waist.
“I’m a—I’ve never done this before,” she whispered.
My sweet angel couldn’t even say the word. Her cheeks had been pink from our kisses and the steamy water, but now they were blazing red as twin tomatoes.
“You’re a virgin?” I asked, loosening my grip. The world seemed to tilt upside down.
With a frustrated noise, she dug her nails into my shoulders. “I’m sorry. Does it matter so much?”
I lifted her up off her feet, growling. “Of course it matters. I’m not taking you backed up against a shower wall for your first time.”
Feverishly running her hands up the sides of my face to tangle in my hair, she said, “Why not? Please don’t stop again.”
I closed my eyes at the sound of the words. Had I been in a bad mood when I got home? Was I ever in a bad mood in my life? I couldn’t remember, because hearing my wife finally, finally beg me for more was everything I ever needed.
I kissed her worries away, carrying her to my bed. Before I laid her down, I settled her feet on the floor, easing the straps of her soaked tank top off her shoulders and down her body, sliding her shorts and panties with them. Before she could shiver or feel embarrassed, I pulled her against me, warming her with my hands. With her arms locked around my neck, I lowered her onto the bed until I was on top of her lush body, her legs wrapping around my hips.
Rising up, I looked down at her, hair dark against the tan spread. “Hurry,” she said, reaching for me, gripping me with her legs.
“There will be no hurrying.”
As I kissed my way down to tease her nipples with my tongue, any complaints died in her throat, turning into a soft moan that had me harder than steel. When each rosy nipple was a tight bud, I moved lower, kissing down her smooth belly to the crux of her thighs.
“No one’s ever tasted your sweet little pussy?” I asked, spreading her legs wide around my shoulders.
Her head jerked up. “No. Of course not. I told you…”
“Good,” I said. I would be the first and only to press my mouth against her slick heat, delve my tongue inside her, tease her clit until she was shaking and grabbing at my hair.
Her hips rose at the first swipe of my tongue, and she cried out when I found her swollen clit, lapping relentlessly until she clamped her thighs around my head. She made some nonsense sounds, pushing her pussy against my face until I held tight to her hips. In another moment, she came, screaming like a feral animal, her hands just as wild as she grabbed for my shoulders to push and pull for more.
Easing my fingers into her tight hole, I groaned, finally rising up to jerk open my suit pants. My cock burst free as soon as I had them down around my hips. CJ raised herself on her elbows, half dazed as she reached for me.
