“You’re lucky I’m good in heels.” His one step takes me at least two in order to keep up as he strides down the hallway to the elevators. I let out a small scream when he turns, picking me up. My feet leave the ground as my arms wrap around his neck.
“Button,” Victor barks. Jackson appears out of thin air, hitting the elevator button. The doors slide open for us. “No calls,” he tells him. Jackson scans a key for our room before hopping back off the elevator.
“You’re bossy,” I tell him as the doors slide closed. My whole body is again buzzing with excitement. Maybe I should have given in weeks ago.
Victor turns, pinning me to the wall of the elevator. I wrap my legs around him.
“You’re all mine, wife.” I feel my core clench, wanting him inside me. How can I miss a feeling I’ve never had before? My body must know what it needs. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” For tonight at least. I can give us tonight.
“You are the perfect wife, aren't you?” His hand slips up my neck. He tilts my head back, his eyes roaming over my face. Is that what he was looking for? The perfect wife? I don’t think I’m that. Far from it. He’ll see that soon enough. He’ll realize I’m not so perfect. That he can't control me. He’ll be gone in a heartbeat. I push those thoughts away, not wanting to think about any of that right now. The only thing that I need to focus on is enjoying this moment with him.
“Let’s see if you’re the perfect husband,” I challenge, knowing that Victor will take the bait. I pray that I’m not biting off more than I can chew.
7
Victor
Perfect was never a word someone has used to describe me before. I’m not sure if I could live up to the word but for her, I’d die trying. I take her mouth in a silent vow of that. If anyone is perfect it’s her. She is pure perfection. She’s also mine from now until forever.
She kisses me back, her hands finding the collar of my shirt and pulling it tight. Her whole body clings to me. I have no idea why she’s changed her mind. It doesn’t really matter why. Only that she has. She is here and wanting me. I am going to take it. Not all of it yet. I won't do that until I truly know that I have her, but I can have a taste. I can have her screaming my name as her sweet taste coats my mouth.
I barely hear the sound of the elevator ding. I lift her into my arms, carrying her off. I want her naked in bed with nothing but my ring on her finger. The thought has cum leaking from my cock. How many nights have I lain in my bed stroking my cock to the thought? Every one of them since I first heard her voice.
“Victor.” She moans my name as she shifts against me, trying to find the friction she needs.
“You’ll come on my mouth,” I tell her. I should pull her hips away so that she doesn't try and get off before I have her on the bed naked with my mouth between her thighs. Yet I can’t bring myself to do it. She clings to me and I never want her to let go.
“Hurry then.” She huffs her warm breath against my mouth. She is going to kill me.
“Let me go,” I tell her. She tenses in my arms. “I want to strip you bare.”
“Oh.” She licks those plump lips of hers again as she lets her hold around my neck loosen, her legs unlocking behind me. She slides down my body until her heels meet the floor.
“I’ll buy you another.”
“Another-” I grab the front of the dress, ripping it down the center. “Holy crap,” she gasps, standing there in shock. I go for her bra next. I know I can’t rip that from her little body. I don’t want to hurt her. She starts to giggle. The sound is not helping my cock. My balls throb with the need to cum. I don’t know how much more I can take. But I know that pleasuring her is my life’s goal.
“Let me get it.” She laughs more. The sweet sound fills the bedroom of our suite. She reaches behind her, unsnapping the bra. Jesus. What is wrong with me? I can’t even unsnap her bra.
She has me all kinds of twisted up. I need to get my shit together. I have to make this good for her. I want her begging for my mouth. But first I need to see all of her.
The bra hits the floor. Her tits bounce, being freed from their restraint. I reach up, cupping her breasts. Their weight is heavy in my hand. My thumbs drag across her pink, hard nipples, causing goose bumps to form on her skin. I’ll have to wait to suck her pert nipples until later. The scent of her arousal is too tempting for me to go another second without a taste.
“God, you’re beautiful.” I drop to my knees in front of her and bury my face between her thighs. Her panties are in my way. But I don’t give a shit. I suck in a deep breath, breathing in the sweet smell her cunt has produced for me.
“Victor.” Her hands come to my head. Her fingers dig into my short hair, trying to push me to where she needs me the most.
“I’ve got you,” I say against her pussy, grabbing the top of her panties and pulling them down. She lifts her feet to step out of them. I put them in my pocket, not trying to hide the fact that I’m stealing them. I don’t care. I lean back, taking her in. All the soft creamy skin waiting for my mouth.
“Heels.” She looks sexy as fuck in only them but I want her completely naked except for my ring. It’s the only thing she’s going to continue wearing. She braces herself on my shoulders as I help her out of them. I kiss each of her hips before I grab her. She lets out a small scream as I pick her up, tossing her on to the bed. She quickly sits up onto her elbows.
“Your turn. I want to see the goods under all of those clothes.” Her breathing is heavy as her eyes run over me. I give her what she wants, unbuttoning my shirt first. Her eyes eat up each of my tattoos.
She licks her lips as her eyes fill with lust. Seeing how she reacts to me only sates a part of me, but I’ll take whatever she gives me. I’m a hungry man and I’ll work for whatever crumb she’ll spare. It only takes me a few seconds to rid myself of all of my clothes.
I put my knee on the bed, parting her legs. She spreads them wide for me. Her pussy glistens with wetness, her little clit peeking out, begging for attention. My mouth waters, wanting it. To taste her cunt right from the source. I run my hands up her thigh to her pussy. I look up at her. Her eyes are on my cock.
She is small and I am a very big man. I don't want her to worry that I won't fit inside of her. Hell, I’m not even sure I’ll fit her tight cunt. I don’t care if all I can get is the head of my cock inside of her. I’ll take it. I can give her shallow thrusts while I play with her clit. It would get her off and still allow me to cum inside her. We can take our time. I’ll build her up to take me fully. I don’t care if it takes the rest of my life.
“Like what you see?” I ask but before she can answer, I slip a finger into her warm cunt. Her pussy clamps around it, her head falling back as she pushes her tits more into the air. Her back arches off the bed, offering them to me. I use my thumb to stroke her clit as I thrust the one finger in and out. Her hips start to move with my finger.
“Do you like that, wife?”
“God, yes.” She answers instantly. Her mouth parts. Her lips are swollen from my kisses. She starts to lift her hips off the bed, trying to fuck herself on my finger. I pin her to the bed with my other arm. “Victor.” She whimpers with need. My cock is dripping cum, begging to be inside her.