Page 93 of The Veiling

“What are you doing?”

“Hiding your nakedness from them.”

“I’m not naked.”

“You’re about to be.”

I tied the curtains to one another so they would not separate in the wind, then crawled between her legs. Taking the strings of her teal bikini bottoms in my fingers, I untied it, tossing it behind me on the bed. I pulled her up to a sitting position and reached behind her, untying the top and dropping it behind me. Inching over her body, I forced her to recline back.

“So much better.” I pressed my lips to hers, aggressively kissing her while pushing my growing erection against her mound.

She let out a small moan, then apologized. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“I don’t care who hears you, bella, I just don’t want them to see you.” I slid my shorts down, freeing my dick.

Instantly, she took it in her palm, stroking it up and down. My mouth found hers once again before I placed small pecks on her skin down to her breasts. She arched her back as I seized her sensitive nipple.

“Be careful,” she hissed. “Those are wet weapons.”

“You know that’s never bothered me.” I smiled with her nipple pinned between my teeth. “I love it.”

She grinned, letting her head collapse back on the pillow. I circled her entrance with my fingers. She bucked her hips, silently begging. I kissed down her ribcage and stomach to her mound. Licking her slit up and down, I savored her wetness before assaulting her clit as I slid two fingers deep into her.

“Fuck!” she yelped, then whispered, “Sorry, but it feels so good.”

Removing my fingers, I replaced them with my tongue and circled her clit with my thumb. She ran her palms through my hair, pulling my face into her firmly. She tried her best to suppress her moans, but she moved her hips against me, failing.

“I need you deep inside me right now,” she begged.

I reached into my pocket, removing a black lace blindfold.

Her mouth opened the moment she saw it. “You planned this.”

“Never leave home without some of them.” I smirked, crawling back up between her legs. I pulled her up again. Placing the veil against her eyes, I tied it behind her head and laid her back once again. I lined my hard cock up with her entrance and pushed forward, deep into her as far as her core would allow.

Forgetting we were not alone on the beach, I fucked my wife with no mercy. She squirmed beneath me, whimpering, moaning, and begging for more. She no longer cared about her volume, letting herself enjoy every moment I was inside her. Her pussy squeezed my cock hard.

“Can I cum, please? Oh God, please.”

Without warning her, I ripped my shaft from her center.

“Whyyy?” she whined. “I said please,” she panted.

I laid on my back, pulling her on top of me and spinning her around. Her pussy hovered over my face. She grabbed my cock, lowering her mouth on it, taking it deep into her throat. I gripped her hips, pulling her folds against my lips, fucking her with my tongue. Her body shook and convulsed as she drenched my entire face, and I came deep inside her wet, tight throat.

A month later, the time had come for the annual masquerade once again. Valentino had been busy in meetings since we returned from Tonga. Helen was babysitting Gianni so I could attend with Valentino. We did not want to hire a nanny. A part of me was nervous, leaving my child at home and stepping back into that ballroom.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, securing my white and gold swan themed mask on my face. Valentino finished securing his black and gold mask over his eyes and tugged me into his body. I stared into his blue gaze.

“Are you sure you’re okay being here tonight?” He stroked my arms up and down.

“I’m good.” I smiled, drinking in his mysterious appearance.

“Well,” he kissed the corner of my lips gently, “I won’t be leaving your side this evening. I’ve already told all our security team they can handle anything. I’m yours tonight.” His gaze trailed down my gold, corset bodice evening gown. “Damn, you’re so fucking stunning, as always.”

“You’re perfectly handsome, as always.” I took his lapel between my fingers. “If you need to do business, I get it. But otherwise, the whole concept of this really turns me on and I wouldn’t mind slipping away at some point and being forcefully fucked in your office.”

He rolled his tongue between his lips, holding me tight against him. “I’ll definitely take you up on that,Isla.” He winked subtly. “Are you ready to start this night, my ravishing co-host?”

Lowering my hands, I took a deep breath, nodding. “Ready.”

Taking my hand in his, he offered it a squeeze as he glanced toward the event planner and security at the French doors. “Let them in.”