A beautiful, highly desired woman.
A goddess.
“Because I know you do want this,” I whisper.
“I want you,” he says, letting his fingers trace the contours of my full breasts. “Not just for a night. Not just for a fling. I’ve wanted more from the moment I met you, Eileen. Even as I stood there a month ago, waiting for Ciara to walk down the aisle, I wanted you. It was always you.”
He kisses me again, destroying the last bit of doubt I have left in me. I have to give Anton Karpov credit. He sure knows how to dismantle me. Completely
“This pregnancy is the best thing that ever happened to us,” he says, his hand gently palming my lower belly. There’s a bump forming, albeit not yet noticeable underneath a larger pair of pants or a roomy dress. “For me, it was the perfect excuse to do what I wanted to do from the moment I snatched you away that night. I’d already agreed to marry Ciara, and I’m a man of my word. But extenuating circumstances such as, well, this, allowedme to do what I did.”
“Anton…”
I gasp as he loosens the satin bows keeping my panties on, tossing them to the floor. His hand slips between my legs, and he finds me wet, hot, and oh, so ready for him. “Perfection, baby. Sweet, sweet perfection,” he whispers against my lips.
“Oh, my God,” I manage as his fingers slide between my slick folds.
My hips sway in a slow but steady rhythm as he works my clit into a swollen frenzy. I hold on to him, reveling in the feel of his chiseled muscles and smooth skin against my fingertips. He deepens the kiss and brings his left hand up, grabbing me gently by the back of the neck.
He pulls me against his broad chest, my breasts soft and heavy, as he finger-fucks me into the sweetest madness. “I love your curves, your fullness,” Anton whispers in my ear, then nibbles on the lobe, sending a myriad of shock waves down my spine. “I love every glorious inch of you, Eileen, and it’s all mine.”
“It’s all yours,” I say as I surrender to him once more.
My climax leaves me wanting more as he carries me to the bed and pins me against the silken pillows. We consume one another. Touching. Squeezing. Pinching and scratching. I wrap my legs around his waist and welcome him deep inside of me.
Our eyes are locked.
Our hearts echo furiously as he builds a rhythm for me to follow.
“I missed this,” I moan as he spears me with his full length, his cock thick and pulsating feverishly inside of me. I feel every inch,every throb as I clench tightly around him.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” Anton growls as he fucks me harder and deeper. Faster.
My fingernails dig into his shoulders as he slips a hand between us. He finds my tender clit and proceeds to tease me into a slowly unraveling madness. I cry out his name, over and over, as he pounds into me. A second orgasm builds up, the tension too much for my body to bear.
“Come for me, darling,” he commands. “Give me everything.”
“Oh, Anton!” I whimper as I come hard. He continues to plunge into me, giving me everything, as well. Our bodies melt into each other.
This has been a long time coming. I’ve been so busy being angry with him that I deliberately ignored everything else. This is what I’ve been dreaming of since we first parted ways.
He fills me with his seed, grunting like a beast as he bites into my shoulder. I squeeze every drop out of him, my pussy quivering, sated and glazed.
We collapse into each other, basking in the afterglow, but only for a moment.
We step into the shower. He lathers rose-scented soap all over my body. His hands are everywhere.
He goes down on me, licking and suckling my clit, three fingers in as he throws me over the edge of sanity again. My third orgasm finds me barely standing in the hot stream, rolls of steam rising all around us.
“I want you,” I tell him as he takes me from behind. “All of you.”
“You’ve got me, Eileen,” he says, fingers digging ferociously into my hips.
He fits perfectly, as if he was made for me. And I dare believe that I was made for him.
“You’ve got me for life,” Anton adds as he claims me.
Again and again all through the night.