Page 69 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe

After our dance I don’t want to wait anymore. She’s been pressing herself against me all night, helping me hide my hard-on and giggling every time.

Taking her hand, I pull her towards our table where we ate dinner with the family.

“Celso, get the boat ready, we need a lift to the yacht.” I demand.

Celso stands up. “Sure, Dad. I’ll be out by the jetty. You guys can meet me there.”

“We’re going on a yacht?” Misha says.

“We are, and I have so many more surprises for you.” I grin.

“I have a little surprise for you tonight too.” She bites her lip and the look in her eyes sends a thrill of desire shooting through me.

I growl, low and fierce. “I can’t wait to see what’s hiding beneath this dress.” I whisper in her ear.

“You’re going to love it.” She winks at me.

Grabbing her hand I don’t even bother saying goodbye to any of our guests. We are heading straight for that jetty so that I can get my wife alone on the yacht and do absolutely anything my heart desires with her.

When we reach the edge of the beach, I lift her into my arms, knowing her heels will make it nearly impossible to walk in the sand. She sighs happily and leans into me, nuzzling her face into my neck. “You’re perfect, Vincent. Myhusband.”

Celso has the speedboat waiting for us. He’s going to drop us at the yacht and then come back to shore. The ride there is a little windy, but he takes it slow, and I hold Misha close.

Her hair falls loose, and her veil is whipped up by the wind and stolen into the night.

She smiles as she stares into the dark sky after it. “It was meant to be free.” She grins, secretly brushing her hand over my cock in the dark.

It throbs and presses hard against my pants.

“Go faster,” I command loudly, and Celso pushes the throttle.

“Have fun, you two,” He laughs once we are safely on the yacht and he’s pulling away again. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” He shouts as the boat revs, and he races back towards the shore.

“Alone at last.” I whisper, pulling her into my arms.

She bites her lip and tilts her head towards the cabin. “I can’t wait anymore. I want to play.” She says, teasing me.

“I agree.” I growl, and lift her over my shoulder while she squeals with laughter as I carry her into our bedroom belowdeck. The wind howls against the side of the yacht, but we are warm and comfortable in the massive king-sized bed. The waves lapping against the side of the boat add to the ambiance and the thrill of being with her tonight.

I lower Misha onto the bed, letting her slide slowly off my shoulder, then I stare down at her.

“The dress is beyond gorgeous, little raven. You look like a goddess,” She wiggles, kneeling on the bed, then stands up in her heels, a little unsteady and twirls for me, but loses her balance and falls into my arms.

“Wait.” She giggles, kicking her stilettos off. A coin falls from her left shoe, and I smile as it chimes to the floor.

“Let me try that again,” She says, steadying herself with her hand on my shoulders she stands on the bed again and twirls to show off her dress.

Halfway through her little teasing dance I grab her and slam her onto the bed, and she screams in delight.

I slide my hand up her layered dress and run it along the inside of her thigh, feeling the suspenders, the lace, the temptation.

Lying my body over hers I kiss her as I slip my fingers inside her pussy, wet and warm and pulsing over my fingers. She moans and rocks her hips against my touch.

“My wife.” I growl against her lips.

“My husband.” She whispers against mine.

I pull her up so that I can untie the braided cord holding her dress onto her body.

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