Page 38 of Queen's Move

They changed out of their wedding outfits and put on casual clothing. Vee wore an oversized white sleeping shirt that buttoned up the front. She added a pair of shorts for modesty and wandered out to the kitchen while Sotza changed and unpacked their suitcases. She’d noticed that about him. He was always tidy. Didn’t like to leave stuff just lying around, and he didn’t rely on staff to do things for him, despite what their banter implied.

Vee liked to consider herself tidy too, but she suspected her brand of tidy fell more on the side of neurotic. When she’d gone clean, she had started to pour her energies into other things, like controlling every aspect of her environment. Everything had a place and she needed those places to always be the same. It helped her cope, having everything arranged perfectly. Especially when her job had been so chaotic. Being able to go home to a comfortable, well-organized space soothed her.

She opened the fridge door, took stock of their supplies and called down the hall toward the bedroom, “Isaac, do you like eggs? We can make omelets and toast…” Her voice trailed off as she glanced over her shoulder and saw him standing in the doorway.

He was wearing a pair of jeans, zipped but not buttoned, the belt unbuckled and hanging. His feet were bare, his chest was bare, every part of him was naked except the jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear, she could tell from how low the jeans sat on his hips, a trail of hair going from his belly right down into the denim and thickening before disappearing from view. He held a T-shirt loosely by his side, as though he intended to put it on but was interrupted when she called him. His tousled hair and the shadow of whiskers across his chin added countless points toward his overall appeal at that moment.

“I like eggs,” he said steadily, his gaze devouring her as she stared in open-mouthed awe at his chest, stomach and arms. Though strong, he was a little on the lean side, so she hadn’t expected to find such incredible musculature beneath his suits. Slabs of hard muscles corded his entire torso, rippling beneath his tanned skin as he moved. Instead of putting his shirt on, he dropped it and moved toward her, his steps smooth and slow, but relentless. Even if she wanted to run, there was nowhere for her to go. She was trapped between a fridge and a counter.

Every step he took sent arrows of heat rushing through her body, from her peaked nipples right down to her pussy. She didn’t have to check to know she wet and waiting for him. The melting warmth flooding through her system and pooling low in her belly told her that she was slick with need. He stopped in front of her and reached past her. Vee held her breath, expecting him to grab her the way he had earlier, in the washroom. Instead, he closed the fridge door. He remained where he was though, leaning into her, his breath rushing past her ear, stirring her hair.

“I want to taste you,” he said, his voice deep and seductive. His beautiful accent washed over her like warm honey. Even when he was working and said the most horrific things, she could still listen to him all day long and never get tired of that voice.

She nearly moaned out loud as blatant images flashed through her brain. He dropped his hands down her body, lifted her nightshirt a little and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts. Her breaths became uneven as her mind flew. Was he going to…? He slid her shorts and panties down her legs in one long, seductive movement, his knuckles caressing her skin. When he reached the floor, he took the back of her ankle in a gentle grip and lifted her foot, the way he’d done on the beach when he took her shoes off.

When her shorts were off he stood again. Looking down at her, dark eyes smoldering with lust. Her heart thumped in anticipation. He wanted to have sex again? So soon? He took her by the waist and lifted her off her feet. Vee gasped and gripped his shoulders, the bare skin warm and hard beneath her fingertips, the muscles moving as he stepped back toward the counter and set her on top of it. He burrowed close to her, pulling her hips to the edge of the counter and pressing his denim covered cock into her uncovered pussy. The zipper scraped against her bare, sensitive folds. She gasped loudly and rocked her hips against him.

She was surprised by the sharp rise in passion as warmth sizzled through her from top to bottom. It was like, after that first taste of heaven, she was so much more aware of him. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of the shirt. He leaned in to kiss her. She thought he would kiss her mouth, but he didn’t. He lowered his head to the curve of her neck and explored it with his lips, dipping into each nook and licking her skin, sending even more heat through her body. His mouth should be outlawed, the things it did to her.

He pushed her until her back hit the upper cabinets, then wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her hips almost over the edge, balancing her ass on the counter while he held her up. He maneuvered her with such casual ease, such strength, that it made her head spin. A tiny part of her feared this kind of strength, the things he could do to her if he was ever really angry. She’d seen him angry before, but it was always carefully controlled. She wondered what wild out-of-control anger would look like. In her experience, all men were capable of it, they just needed to be pushed. But for now, she wanted to enjoy the way his lips moved across her skin, the way his hands gripped her possessively.

He gripped her thigh, wrapping his long fingers around her. He pushed her leg, opening her up, but apparently not enough for his satisfaction, as he moved his hand down to her knee, gripped it and lifted. He guided her foot up onto the counter, then trailed his hand over her leg, pausing to tickle the super sensitive skin of her inner thigh, before moving to her dripping center. She was so wet for him, she might have been embarrassed at the wet spot she’d created on his jeans except she knew he wouldn’t care. And in that moment, she couldn’t seem to wrap her brain around anything other than the spikes of pleasure he was forcing from her body.

“Hands over your head,” he mumbled against her collar bone as he sank long, thick fingers into her pussy. She was panting so hard that she didn’t register his voice at first. He reminded her, “Vee, hands over your head. Now, cariño. And leave them up there.”

Vee raised her arms without question, pressing the backs of her hands against the cool hard wood of the cabinets. His nimble fingers moved down her front, sliding the buttons through the holes, until her shirt was wide open and her breasts exposed. She barely knew where she was by the time he lowered his head to take a peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep into the hot recess. She moaned and dropped her hands to his head. He took her wrist and pushed her arm back up. She put the other one up herself.

Between the attention he was paying her breasts and the fingers exploring her pussy, her mind was splintered. She couldn’t concentrate on any one thing. Just laid back against the counter, her arms over her head, enjoying the exquisite attention. She knew where he was headed with this hedonistic exploration, but still she held her breath as he trailed his way down her stomach, lowering himself until he was kneeling on the floor.

“Ahhh,” she moaned loudly as his tongue touched her for the first time. It was explosive, it was heaven. She nearly came without any further stimulation. He spread her wide with those long, wicked fingers and licked her, sucked her, ate her the way she’d always wanted. Seconds later, he entered her with his fingers, filling her, while still torturously teasing her with his tongue. It was like he knew her body, better than she did. He tuned it like an instrument and played like an angel.

Moments later her legs started shaking and she felt the orgasm begin to rise, rushing through her, heating her limbs, her face, her everything. She bent her arms and gripped her elbows in an effort to keep her arms raised the way he wanted. She didn’t dare disobey or he might take this precious treat away. She rocked her ass dangerously close to the edge. She didn’t care if she fell off or if she landed on him. It was going to be so worth it, just to experience this, the best fucking orgasm ever.

His fingers pumped harder, pressing firmly against the walls of her passage, while his tongue flicked and sucked at her clit before running down the inside of her labia. Stars sparked behind her eyelids. She tossed her head back, pressing her face into her forearms as she held on for as long as she could, knowing that the higher she flew the harder and better she would fall.

“Come for me, Vee!” he demanded from between her legs.

It took a moment for his words to sink in, barely recognizable his voice was so guttural. But as soon as she recognized the command, her body obeyed, exploding with such force that it felt as though her mind shattered, a lightning bolt of pure pleasure ripping through her. She felt fluid spurt from her as he continued to pump his fingers. Again, she didn’t care, she was too caught up in the intense pleasure shooting through her.

She floated down to realize his fingers were still working her and his tongue was still pressing against her clit. Only this time harder, more insistent. She shrieked as another orgasm took hold, this one even more catastrophic than the last. She reached down to shove his head away, to stop the unknown from happening. It was too much, too many feelings, too much pleasure!

He took her scrambling hands in a tight grip and held them against her stomach, forcing her to take the pleasure. Every lick, every sip, every bite. It was perfect, it was terrible, it was everything she could have hoped for but didn’t know existed. Her entire body shuddered in anticipation and she shook her head back and forth, helpless against the barrage of sensations hitting her. Just as the orgasm crested she threw her head back, banging it into the cupboard.

“Isaac!” she screamed, her nails digging into the hand that held her immobile.

She soared, higher than before, felt her lungs burning from lack of breath. But she didn’t have time to breathe. Her entire focus was between her legs. Then she was falling off the counter. Not by accident either, Sotza was tugging her down, his strong hands gripping her waist and controlling her fall. He cradled her as she dropped into his lap, limp and boneless.

She sat on his lap, facing him, his arm around her back, pressing her against his chest, her head falling forward against his neck. They were both slick with sweat; her from exertion, him from need. He shifted her, bringing his hand up her back to cradle her neck. He moved her so he could see her. Her eyes were half-closed and she wondered if she could fall asleep just like that when he said, “I’d intended to taste you only, bring you pleasure. But I need you now, mi amor.” His voice was husky and his dark eyes burned like hot coals.

He tipped her back on the floor. She half twisted trying to catch herself, her palms striking the tile with a smack. He took advantage of her position, twisting her hips and legs until she was laying face down on the floor, her knees wide, legs sprawled across his lap. She heard the zip lower on his jeans, then he pushed her legs wider, one on either side of him.

He dragged her hips back toward him. Vee didn’t have the energy to push herself up so she lay that way, with her ass up, knees curled under and arms reaching out in front of her. She didn’t think she was capable of orgasming again. Her mind said no, but as soon as his hard, thick cock plowed through her slick folds, her body said yes. Yes, yes, yes! She yelled, her nails scraping the floor as ecstasy flared back into life, igniting everything she had.

He took the back of her shirt in his fist and bunched it up, using it to force her back onto his cock as he thrust forward, quickly finding a brutal, breath-stealing rhythm. She yelled each time his hips slammed into her ass. Pain and pleasure merged, combining to create something more than just an orgasm. Something darker and intensely more pleasurable.

It didn’t take long before his movements grew choppier and more demanding. His hips smashed hers in a frenzy and he yanked her shirt so hard that if the buttons were done up he’d be strangling her with it. The way in which he lost himself in her body sent her over the top, too fucking hot to resist. He shouted something guttural, unintelligible to her ears, probably Spanish as he emptied his seed into her. She felt the heat of his orgasm rush through her and pushed herself back, taking all of him until he was done pumping into her.

Vee collapsed to the floor with a groan. When he pulled out, she didn’t have the energy to close her legs. His come, her come, would just have to pool on the floor. She wasn’t dealing with it. He crawled over top of her, his knees on either side of her hips, his hands pressing into the floor next to her shoulders, caging her. She felt wonderful, incredible, safe.

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