Page 39 of Slightly Married
The first press of his lips against my bare flesh drew a moan from deep in my throat. The intensity of his gaze as he took in the sight of me, glistening and ready, sent another wave of heat through my body.
Then his mouth was on me again, tongue exploring, lips sucking, and coherent thought became impossible. I cried out, unable to control the sounds escaping me as pleasure built and built. His hands slid beneath me, cupping and lifting me to his mouth as he feasted like a man starved.
My body tensed, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. “Konstantin!” I screamed his name as the orgasm tore through me, my body convulsing beneath his relentless mouth.
He growled against me, the vibration prolonging the waves of pleasure until I was trembling and gasping.
When he finally looked up, resting his chin against me, his eyes met mine with a satisfaction that made my stomach flip. I reached for him, cupping his face and drawing him up my body.
“Konstantin,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming, “I need you.”
His eyes darkened further as he commanded, “Open your legs. Show me how much you want my baby.”
The words should have been a reminder of our arrangement and of the clinical way we were supposed to create a child.Instead, they sent another jolt of desire through me. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me, consequences be damned.
“Is this how Greek husbands typically negotiate with their wives?”
His eyes darkened as he leaned closer. “Only with wives who drive them to madness,” he growled, one hand tightening on my hip while the other traced the curve of my cheek.
His mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss, and I tasted myself on his lips, his tongue, his chin. The intimacy of it heightened my arousal. I moaned into his mouth, arching against him.
He shifted above me, his hands working quickly at his belt. As he freed himself from his pants, I caught my first glimpse of him, and my eyes widened. He was thick—incredibly thick—the thickest I’d ever seen.
A flutter of apprehension mixed with anticipation rippled through me. How would he possibly fit?
“I’ll fit,” he murmured, somehow reading my thoughts. “My body was made for this. For you.”
His confident words sent a thrill coursing through me. I spread my legs wider, ready to prove him right.
When he began to push into me, the thick head of his dick stretching me inch by inch, I panted. The sensation was a delicious burn, walking the line between pleasure and pain.
He moved with surprising patience, giving my body time to adjust to his size, his eyes never leaving mine. The intimacy of his gaze was almost more overwhelming than his physical presence inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting all of him. “Yes, Konstantin, yes,” I moaned, rolling my hips upward to meet his thrusts. “You feel so good inside me.”
Each thrust was long and deep, each withdrawal leaving me desperate for more. The controlled power of his movements andthe intense focus in his eyes as he watched my reactions drove me wild.
The car filled with the slick slide of skin against skin, our heavy breathing, his low groans mingling with my higher gasps. I could feel pressure building again, my body tensing around his thick shaft.
“Oh God, Konstantin, I’m so close,” I cried out, feeling my inner muscles begin to flutter around him. “You’re going to make me come so hard.”
He growled low in his throat, his hips moving faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I could feel his body tensing above me, his thick dick swelling even more inside me.
His mouth moved to my ear. “Fuck, Kayla,” he whispered. “Your pussy is so good to me.”
His words, combined with the relentless stroke of his cock, sent me spiraling over the edge. The pleasure exploded outward, from where we were joined to the tips of my fingers and toes. A cry tore from my throat and reverberated through the car’s interior.
Then he tensed above me, his body shaking with his own release. “Only you make me lose control like this. I never expected...”
With a final, deep thrust, he came, hot pulses filling me as a groan of pleasure rumbled against my ear. The sound of my name on his lips as he came was perhaps the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.
We stayed locked together, our breathing gradually slowing down. My body shivered with aftershocks.
In the silence that followed, filled only with our mingled breaths, I felt a connection that transcended words. Something profound had shifted between us. Something that couldn’t be contained within the terms of our business arrangement.
“I prefer this method of conception,” he rumbled against my ear. “Nature’s way is superior.”
I giggled. How could I be laughing at a moment like this? I attempted to ease out from under him, suddenly aware of our surroundings.
