Page 101 of Mistaken
I’m not quite sure what to say to that, which is stunning in itself, so I bite my lip and brace for his next move. Walking behind me, he slowly pulls my zipper down, his bent finger tracing the skin bared as my dress opens. I’m struck with a vivid memory of my husband doing the same thing in reverse with the dress I wore leaving this place last time. With absolutely no idea about what was going to happen to me then.
But as for now, I had a pretty good idea.
Maksim strolled over to the wingback chair by the fire, seating himself, legs spread in that show-offy way I loved. Pulling off his tie and unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, he gave me a little, dark smile.
“Undress for me.”
My cheeks flamed.Why must this man always push my limits?I thought.
Puffing out a nervous breath, I pulled my wedding gown off one shoulder, then the other, turning with my back to him. There was the slightest groan that sent my confidence right back up. I let the dress fall, knowing he was looking at my corset and lacy undies. I know kicking the dress away from me would go with the whole brazen strip act but I really like this dress, so I bent as gracefully as I could in those alarmingly high heels and picked it up, draping it carefully over the bench at the foot of the bed. Maksim’s gaze follows me with a slight smile.
Walking a step or two closer, I know the firelight is doing some flattering things for my body, so I face him again, slowly unknotting the laces on my corset. I feel a little sexy, a few parts sillier, but the admiring gaze of this haughty supermodel was making this so much fun. Opening one side, and then the other, I let the corset drop.
“Would you like me to remove my stockings, or would you prefer to?” I flutter my lashes madly, making him grin. He gestures me forward with two fingers and I saunter over.
Maksim lifts my foot onto his knee and removes my left shoe, and runs his hands up my leg in the lightest caress until he reaches the top of my stocking and slowly pulls it down. The feel of the silk stocking and his calloused fingertips stroking down my skin is setting off little fireworks along my nerve endings. He repeats the action with my right foot, watching my expression the entire time. How could something so simple be so erotic? Running his thumbs up the inside of my thigh, this wonderfully perverted man says, “How attached are you to this?” He plucks at the strap on my undies, snapping it back lightly against my hips.
“Not unduly attached,” I allowed, and he ripped it right off of me with a wicked grin.
“Hold still,” he warned, and sliding his giant hands over my bottom, he pulled me forcefully toward him and ran the flat of his tongue all the way along my center and then back again, pausing to push his tongue up inside me.
“Bozhe moy!”I wheezed, and I could feel his shoulders shake as this diabolical reprobate lashed me with his tongue, nibbling gently with his teeth and when he pressed his entire face against me and growled, the vibrations made me come immediately, knees buckling as I grabbed his shoulders.
“You’ll give me one more,????????,”Maksim growled, and went back to work, squeezing my ass tightly to keep me upright. My head was lolling back as he kept his promise - or his threat, who knows at this point - and I was clinging to the back of his head, lightly scratching his scalp as I tried to catch my breath. But when he tried to lift me and carry me to the bed, I stepped back unsteadily.
“Hmm, tit for tat, honey,” I fluttered my lashes again as I sank to my knees, carefully pulling off his belt and opening his trousers. My husband’s cock was already hard and the head pushing free from the top of his boxer briefs. Lowering my head, I sucked the silky tip into my mouth, my tongue tracing along it and fluttering underneath. His groan made me grin and I pulled his underwear down to take all of him in my mouth, a skill I took some pride in. Pulling my long hair over my shoulder, I wrapped it around the base of him and tightened it, and a growl erupted from Maksim’s throat.
“Enough!” He lifted me off his cock and into his arms, carrying me over to the bed - well, more like throwing me onto the bed - and followed me down, covering me with his giant self and kissing me with a flattering degree of fierceness.
There was always a moment when Maksim first drove inside me that stung sharply, the sudden stretch to accommodate him and I suspected that would always be there. I’d learned to love the feeling; even crave it and I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on.
Sliding his hands under my back and his fingers gripping my shoulders, Maksim thrust inside me harder, keeping me from moving as his hips jolted me.
“You are mine, you beautiful-”Thrust.“Infuriating-”Thrust.“Brilliant-”Thrust.“Courageous woman.”
Laughing, I kissed him, running my hands up and down his back. I had seen each of the scars on his back and mapped each one with kisses, and those on his chest. Some, Maksim would tell me about, others made his expression go blank and I would move on quickly. I knew this constellation of pain went clear back to his childhood and his evil father. He would tell me when he was ready.
I squealed, startled when he hoisted me onto his lap, bouncing me up and down. “I can feel you in my ribs, I swear,” I moaned, biting his thick shoulder. He only chuckled evilly and pushed against the small of my back, arching me and I felt his cock slide up even farther, hitting something that made me shriek. The heat of him tearing through me, the way he unapologetically pushed everything aside to make room for his cock… I shivered and moaned and finally screamed, nothing had ever felt so good. His heat poured through me and we stayed pressed together, rocking slightly as we tried to catch our breath.
“I love you,” Maksim whispered, kissing my temple.
“YA tozhe tebya lyublyu,”I promised, so happy that I want to freeze the moment in my memory forever.
Maksim…
“May I touch your right thigh?”
My sweet bride’s tempting - and naked - body is draped over my legs. I look down, trying to focus on something other than her shapely ass, which I’m stroking as I watch her map out my scars, dotting each with a tender kiss.
“Ella darling, you may touch anywhere you like on me.”
She looks up at me, attempting to look stern. “Maksim, you know that enthusiastic consent is key to a healthy relationship.”
“Well, Ella, I would not wish to venture into the unhealthy region of simply throwing you onto your back and fucking you senseless.”
“Oh, Maksim,” she says with a cheeky little grin, “that will always have my enthusiastic consent.”
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