Page 37 of Inside of You, Vol. One
After several minutes, you step out of the shower and envelope your body in a large, fluffy towel. You dry off. The towel’s softness feels so good against your naked, smooth skin. You’re tempted to lay against the soft fluffiness forever. But then you remember that the plane will soon land, and there’s so much more joy to come.
The towel is luxurious, but it’s time to get down to business.
It’s time to take your look to the next level.
Once you’ve reached a level of acceptable dryness, you pick up your makeup case and begin applying your beauty regime.
When you’re done, you return to the bedroom, the closet is full of designer clothes. They hang perfectly on their coat hangers, tags still dangling proudly from their shoulders, and cost a small fortune.
You pick the perfect thing to wear, right as the plane lands smoothly on the small runway that looks to be private.
You check the window. To your shock, you can see a castle off in the distance.
Thoroughly excited, you put on a gorgeous sun dress in your favorite color. The fabric is so soft, it caresses your every curve with sensual delight. Plus, the soft fabric hugs your breasts and provides a body-skimming fit that cinches at the waist and flares out at hips. You can tell the design is for a floor-sweeping look.
When you walk, the dress sways and ripples like fluid. In the sun, the fabric glimmers.
When you step out of the jet’s bedroom to greet Kazimir, the dress flows out behind you.
Every man on the jet turns your way.
Kazimir looked to be having a heated discussion with his cousin, Misha, but now anger shifts to lust onbothof their faces as if a switch had been flipped.
Misha says something to Kazimir.
But it doesn’t seem that the Lion heard him, because he simply walks away from his cousin and heads your way.
When he stops in front of you, he groans, “Novoluniye, are you trying to have me stuff you with my cock, before we leave the plane?”
You laugh.
Still, a serious expression remains on his face.
Misha speaks, “Your car is ready, cousin. We must go if you want everything to be on time.”
Kazimir slips his gaze along your body and licks his lips.
Misha raises his voice. “Cousin?”
“We are coming.” Kazimir frowns and hits you with an intense gaze. “Are you ready,Novoluniye?”
You nod.
Kazimir captures your hand and leads you away.
Outside of the jet, a Ferrari LaFerrari Aperta waits.
It’s an exquisite vehicle with a sharp and curvy body that screams speed. The blood red paint is smooth, like a sheen of silk. The rich leather interior is cream colored and trimmed with red.
Kazimir opens the passenger side for you. “Do you like the car,Novoluniye?”
You tell him your thoughts as you slowly climb in.
“There were only two hundred of these vehicles produced. I thought our wedding was a perfect occasion to spoil us.” Smiling, Kazimir closes the door.
You’re enclosed in this luxury vehicle. The fragrance of leather—new and polished—swirls around you. The warmth of the seats cuddles your backside. When Kazimir gets in on the driver’s side, the Ferrari’s scent shifts to spicy and sweet, as it is transformed by lusty pheromones.
Kazimir revs the engine and speeds off. The road might as well be a racetrack. The engine throbs. The wheels pulse. He weaves in and out of lanes with precision, passing other cars and heading straight for the castle.
