Page 25 of Marrying the Silver Fox

“Oh, now you’re quiet?” I tease her, tightening my grip on her hands. She lifts her hips, desperately trying to get my mouth where she wants it, but I lean back. “No, you have to say it,” I order her firmly. “You tell me where you want my mouth, you understand?”

She presses her lips together, eyes fluttering shut for a second. I can tell she’s doing everything she can to try and gather herself, and I can feel my cock stirring in my pants at the sight of her so close to losing control. After seeing her chat with those other men all night—even if that’s exactly what she was there to do—I want her to tell me how much she wants me. I want to hear it from her own lips, how badly she needs this, that she will do just about anything to show me that she belongs to me.

“I…I want your mouth on my pussy,” she finally breathes, her hips rising again. And this time, I give her what she’s asking for, pressing my tongue against her clit, carving open her lips so I can find her clit and centering all my attention on her slick pussy.

Her musk fills my senses, the sweetness of it addictive. This is what I want to get drunk on, not the liquor downstairs, but the taste of her in my mouth, the sound she makes when I finally give her what she has been waiting for.

I stroke against her clit a few times, flattening my tongue, and flick my gaze up to watch her as I tease her with my mouth. Her hands are gripping mine tightly, nails digging into my skin, like she’s trying to find some way to work out the tension that’s already building inside of her. The dress I bought her is pushed to her waist, leaving her lower body on display, and I pause for a moment, pulling back to admire the thickness of her thighs on either side of me, the soft rise and fall of her belly as she draws in deep breaths over and over again.

“Fuck, you look good,” I growl, before I dive back into her pussy, twirling my tongue around her clit before I draw her between my lips and start to apply a gentle sucking pressure.

She moans loudly, her hips shuddering below me, and I know I’ve hit the exact spot she was waiting for. There it is. I’m going to make her come like this, I can tell. And I want nothing more than for that smart mouth of hers to be silenced by the whimpers of pleasure she’s letting out now that my tongue is doing exactly what it needs to be.

I keep my mouth pressed against her, eyes fixed on what I can see of her face. She looks down occasionally, and when she sees the way my attentive tongue is moving against her, drawing her closer and closer to the edge, I feel her thighs quiver on either side of me. I’m sure half the house can hear her moans by now, but I don’t care. Shit, maybe I want them to. Remind everyone just who she belongs to, just who put that ring on her finger, just who is the one she agreed to marry…

All at once, her thighs snap around my head, and I feel her body stiffen for a second before she comes crashing down the other side and into her release. She lets out a cry that rasps against her throat, hips rising again as she grinds her pussy into me over and over again. I can feel her muscles contracting, body tensing, need and want colliding until there’s no space left between them at all.

Her thighs clench on either side of me and I don’t let up on the stimulation for a second, pushing her to that point of no return, to the point that she can barely catch her breath. I keep her hands pinned at her sides, making sure she can’t escape me, and when I’m certain that she can’t take another second, I release her, allowing her to catch her breath as I withdraw my face from between her legs.

“Fuck,” she pants, staring down at me as I clamber on top of her.

My cock is straining against my pants, and I need to be inside her right now, need to feel her warmth and wetness tight around me—need to feel her come on my cock just like she did back on the plane, just like she did on the first night we were together.

I unbuckle my pants and move between her legs, shifting her hands up above her head so she’s laid out beneath me. I slip my hand beneath the top of her dress, pinching her nipple, and it swells under my touch just like that. Fuck, she turns me on so much—I grunt and kiss her again, tongue in her mouth, letting her taste herself all over me.

When I pull back, her eyes are hazy again, needing. I’m almost tempted to make her beg for me again, but I think better of it. I can’t wait long enough for her to find the words to speak again. I just want to be inside her, and nothing but exactly that will sate me now.

I position myself between her legs, pulling her hips up to meet me with one hand while I keep her wrists pinned with the other. She’s grinding against me by now, practically begging me for more, her lips parted as she pants to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes half-closed, her body rising and rocking to meet mine as if she’s pleading with everything she has. I wrap my hand around my cock, guiding it against her slowly, letting myself feel the part of her folds around me before she envelops the entirety of my length inside her.

I ease myself into her, savoring the feel of her pussy against my cock, and both of us let out a groan as we feel it again. It’s a different angle than on the plane, and I can see her face now—and the look on it, fuck, it’s exactly what I had hoped for, like her entire system is overwhelmed by the sheer fullness of my cock. I sink my full weight down on top of her, flexing my hips so they’re flush with hers.

“You feel that?” I murmur, stilling myself, and her wrists strain against mine as though there’s nothing she wants more than to reach out and touch me right now. But I hold her in place, letting my hands stray all over her body as I begin to pick up a steady pace inside of her.

I make sure I’m putting all of my weight on her, letting her feel my full length inside of her with every motion, and I can see her face registering the pleasure with every movement. Her cheeks are flushed, her breasts bouncing loose over the top of the dress. She’s far from the refined woman she was earlier this evening, when she had all that attention heaped on her, but she is all mine. And that’s exactly how I want her.

I press my face into her neck, running my mouth along her throat and letting her feel my teeth snagging against her skin. She whimpers, and I can feel the vibration of it pulsing through my mouth. Every inch of her is communicating with me right now—her breath, her body, the sounds she makes, all of it—to tell me that she’s starting to draw close once more.

She pulls her thighs back, her knees drawing down toward her sides as if she wants me even deeper. I take the prompt, driving myself into her, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room, mingling with her heightened breathing. I catch her chin in my hand and force her face toward mine, looking deep into her eyes—committing to memory the way she looks before she goes over the edge, before she gives in to me completely.

I bring our bodies together one more time, and watch as she finally goes over the edge. This time, I can feel it, the warmth of her pussy clenching and pulsing around my cock, and it makes my body tense with pure lust. There’s nothing that gets me off more than seeing a woman coming like this, and all that tension, all that holding back, all that need suddenly rushes up and through me in a way I can’t even begin to control. I groan, her pussy tugging and squeezing at my length, and then bottom out deep inside her just the same way I did on the plane.

I mark her with my seed, claim her in the most primal way I can think of. At the back of my mind, something reminds me about the matter of my heir—and that this would be exactly how I go about making one, if I choose to do it with her. But practicalities and logic and good sense all seem to vanish from my mind as I bottom out inside of her, letting my pleasure get the better of me as I lie panting on top of her.

Her legs are still wrapped around me, and her heart is pounding against my chest. Neither of us make a move to pull back from each other, my cock still buried deep inside of her. My cock throbs with a near-painful ache as I fill her with the last of myself, and her hips buck against me a few more times, as if she’s trying to drain the very last of me into herself before this is over.

I know just how she feels. When we pull away, this is going to be over. And right now? Right now, all I want is for it to last just a little longer.

Because the real world is far less appealing than the fantasy we’re living in right now.

12

ANDIE

I wake up, for the second time in a row, with Nikolai in the room with me. But this time, he’s splayed out, half-naked, on the bed beside me. I tentatively reach out to touch his back, wondering if this is really happening.

He spent the night. I don’t know why I thought he would get up and sneak off at some point. I guess because he has been so eager to keep his distance from me so far, and I can’t help but feel a strange distance between us. But last night, when he took me back to my room, I could feel something different in the air between us, something shifting.

Like jealousy. Like he didn’t like seeing me in conversation with all of those men, as platonic as it was. I was nothing but polite, even when his brother tried dropping a few suggestive comments in my direction, but Nikolai seems eager to make sure that I know he’s the only one with any claim to me.