Dinner had dragged on for what seemed like hours. The tension grew thicker with every glance and every touch. I wanted him and I could see from the fire in his eyes that he wanted me just as badly. It was the magnetic pull that was undeniable between the two of us.
The violinists had been dismissed and now it was just us in the middle of the palace.
I felt like I was living in a fairytale and the man sitting across from me was my Prince Charming.
The breeze blew in the air gently, blowing through my hair.
His command was soft but it still sent a wave of excitement through me.
I stood from my seat and walked over to my husband who looked like he was ready to devour me.
I loved it.
He pushed back in his chair and said, “On the edge of the table.”
I did as I was told. The sexual tension thickened the air around us.
“Are you wet for me already, baby?” He smirked, his hand traveling up my dress and past my slit to find my very bare and naked pussy.
His finger dipped down low and slid up and down in a tantalizingly slow motion. Then he pulled his hand back to where we could both see my wetness coating his finger.
“So wet for me.” He stood coming in between my legs. He then placed his finger in my mouth allowing me to taste myself. “Do you like to taste yourself, baby? Do you want to taste more of yourself?”
His finger dipped back to my throbbing core. Then he pushed inside me. With not one, not two, but three fingers.
“Ah,” I moaned into the night, not caring who heard me at this point. All I cared about was wanting this fire within me to be quelled and I knew that it could only be done by one man and one man alone.
His movements quickened, his mouth kissing and sucking on my neck–a
sensitive spot of mine.
“I can feel your walls caving in on me, baby.” He left wet and sloppy kisses all down my neck.
All I could do was moan and hold onto the sweet ecstasy that poured into me. Closer and closer he drew me to the edge but I kept trying to hold on … I didn’t want that release just yet. I wanted to savor this moment.
“Come for me, baby.” His silent command was all it took to break my
A violent orgasm ran right through me. I allowed it to ravage my body and bring about that euphoric release that I had been chasing all this time.
“I’m not finished with you yet.” He kissed my lips and helped me off the table. “You owe me three more orgasms.
This was going to be a great night.
We ambled into the hotel room practically clawing at each other until we were left stark naked and bare.
My husband hovered over me, his length poking at my entrance. His lips came over mine in a heated kind of desperation. His tongue swooped inside of my mouth teasing me the same way I did him.
Ever so slowly he entered inside of me, filling me to the brim.
He pulled his lips from mine, a long and breathless moan on his lips.
I could feel his balls right up against me, he was fully in all the way and it was like I felt him everywhere.
He pulled out of me and then slammed right back into me with a hard
“Ah,” we moaned in unison. “Fuck.”
Pure sweet and utter perfection.
My hands clawed at his back, his movements were becoming harder and faster. I met him thrust for thrust, kiss for kiss, moan for moan.
This constant push–and–pull dance seemed to be never–ending for us.
Whenever we came together like this, it was magic. It was passion.
When my husband pulled away from me I didn’t have much time to react because one moment I was on my back and the next he had me on all fours.
“Hold the headboard,” he instructed and I did as I was told. He held onto my hips and then proceeded to drill into me relentlessly. “Fuck you’re tight baby.”
“Damon…” I screamed his name like a prayer. “Oh my… you’re so … oh my God.”
With each thrust, he drilled himself in deeper and deeper.
The edge was drawing closer and closer and all I could do was take all that he gave me.
His hand came around me, his hand reaching for my sensitive clit. He moved the pad of his fingers against me and the true frenzy began.
“Damon!” I wasn’t going to be strong enough to hold on. The release was knocking on my door and I wanted to give in to it. “I’m going to…”
Without warning like before I was flipped back onto my back and my legs circled around his waist. He placed a pillow underneath me and continued his ruthless assault on my pussy until I was screaming his name begging for the release.
“Not. Until. I. Say.” Thrust after thrust he buried himself deeper into me.
“Damon please,” I begged as the sweat continued to bead my skin. “Let me cum … I need to…
“Let go, baby.”
And so I did, he wasn’t too far behind me either. The orgasm ripped through him and he let go allowing the floodgates to gush open.
As we came down from our high all I could think of was how undeniably and irrevocably in love I was with this man. Every time felt like the last. And every kiss felt like a new promise.
I would never tire of him and I knew that no matter how much time passed I would never stop getting excited about him. He was my forever and I was his.
“Two down, two more to go.” He moved his head to peer down at me.
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He winked. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I woke up feeling sore but in the best way possible. The sun streamed in through the windows and I could hear the birds in the distance.
It was bittersweet this morning.
Sweet because I was waking up from probably the best sex we had partaken in as a couple. Bitter because my husband was leaving today and I wouldn’t see him for the next three to four weeks.
He had work he needed to attend to and I needed to focus on filming here in Paris.
I reached over in search of his chiseled body but when I came up short my eyes snapped open and I sat up pulling the silk sheet with me.
I looked around the room and didn’t see him.
Where was he? There was no way that this man would leave me without saying goodbye.
I was about to grab my phone to call him when I heard the water from the shower.
He was getting ready to leave which meant that these were the last few moments I would have with him. So that meant that I needed to get in time with him as much as possible. Besides, we were trying to have babies right? Or at least we had talked about it. And we all knew the saying, practice makes perfect.
I tore the sheet off my body and made my way to the bathroom completely naked. When I entered the room it was filled with steam and my husband had his back to the door.
I took the chance and slipped into the glass shower with him. The water poured over my body.
He didn’t notice me at first but when I placed my hand on his shoulder he tensed before he relaxed.
“Morning wife,” he turned around blocking the water from me. “You feeling sore?”
I was. “No.”
“Liar,” he smirked.
I placed my body flush against his before peering up at him making sure that he understood exactly what I wanted from him.
One side of his lips tilted up and he smiled this devilish grin. “You are insatiable, do you know that?”
“I will never tire of you.” I kissed his hard chest, loving the way his body shuddered slightly at my touch. “And besides, if I’m going to be away from you for four weeks, I need to get my fill. Phone sex just won’t cut it for me. I need the real deal.”
Before he could even respond I lowered myself down on my knees and grabbed his hardening shaft. I licked my lips in anticipation.
My tongue darted out again, licking the tip of him to which he responded with a shudder.
“Baby…” his hand buried itself in my hair as he urged me to take him in.
And I did.