Rebel

We stop and get off. Star walks slowly as I push her gently forward with my palm against her lower back. We pass the reception desk and the restaurant. Three couples are sitting inside. Candles are burning on the tables and red wine in elegant glasses is sparkling. Star and I step into the elevator—mortal silence is creeping to every cell of my body. Then we enter our room. It has a modern décor—nautical blues, a bit of a bloody redness and white walls. A perfect room to spend our honeymoon here.

Star perches on the king-sized bed, her hands neatly on her lap. “I’m sorry.”

“No, sweetheart. Everything is fine. Don’t worry.” I kneel down on the wooden floor in front of her. “Are you hungry, darling?”

“No.”

“Thirsty?”

“No.”

“You want a shower?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Okay. Be straight and precise. Star needs clear information on everything.

I huff out. “I want to have a shower.”

Her chin trembles. “What should I do?” Her hands start shaking.

“You want to join me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Her head drops.

I rise to my feet and grab her wrist. “We’re gonna have a shower together.”

“I don’t know what to do, Rebel.”

“I know what to do. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

We should do things slowly and something tells me that the shower cabin is a perfect place where we could start getting to know each other intimately. We don’t need to fuck. I want to, but Star may prefer snuggling to proper fucking. We’ll see.

We enter the bathroom. I switch on the light and all the marble and ceramic surfaces reflect it, shining cream white and delicate pink.

I turn Star round so we stand opposite each other, an enormous mirror in a brown frame behind us. Her head drops. I hold her chin and tip her face up to mine.

“I’m gonna take your clothes off, Star.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to see how beautiful you are.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Her eyes plead silently as her lower lip quivers.

“You are very beautiful to me.”

Her eyes shine and her lips curl into a smile. I love making my girl feel happy.

“Your hair is beautiful,” I continue. “Your eyes are beautiful. Your lips are…” I growl. “Perfect.” I kiss her softly. “I want to kiss your lips.” I kiss her again, longer, my teeth scratching her lower lip. “I want to kiss your tits and your pussy.”

There’s silence then Star takes a sharp breath.

“Okay.” She bobs her head at me. “Kiss… me.”

Good. I’m on the right track.

I gather her dress up to her waist and pull it over her head. My eyes roam over her white plain bra lifting her large tits and then I sweep my eyes over her cotton pink panties. Star hugs herself.

I remove my cut and t-shirt then slide my trousers down, leaving my pants on. A pile of clothes forms in the corner of the bathroom.

I pull Star to me. “You okay?”

She shivers against me. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

She chuckles. “Will you love me forever?”

“Of course, my little bird.”

“And you won’t have any girlfriend except me?”

“Star…” I kiss the top of her head. “You’ve always been my girlfriend. And now you’re my wife. I want only you. I’ve always wanted only you.”

Her palms rest against my back, velvety soft against my skin, and she looks up at me. I’m so fucking hard it hurts, but I know I have to be gentle with her, one step at a time.

A sarcastic voice in my head tells me we’re doing a few steps in one go, but I ignore it.

I unhook Star’s bra and toss it onto the floor. She hugs herself, but I take her wrists and gently bunch them behind her back.

Her tits are perfect—large, topped with pink areolas. They beg for my mouth to caress them.

I can see goose bumps pop up all over Star’s skin and her nipples harden, begging for my teeth to bite down on them.

My wife is absolute perfection.

I grip her waist and sit her on the marble top next to the washbasin. Her hands jerk up as I spread her thighs. Her lips part. Her eyes gleam, and I wonder whether she knows nothing or knows everything. I glide my fingers over her lower lip and put one into her mouth. Her eyes widen, and she gasps. I lean in and kiss the corner of her mouth. Then I circle her nipple with my finger wet from her mouth. Star presses her thighs against my hips and digs her fingers into my back. I move my mouth down her neck and bite her lightly just above her shoulder. She yelps.

Our glances meet.

“Star? Everything fine?”

She nods, her breath ragged, her cheeks red.

“Your tits are beautiful,” I rasp.

She beams at me.

My body pulsates with hot wild need. I stifle the urge to turn her, bend her over the top and fuck her hard from behind. No, I’d have her on all fours. Her tits would bounce with every thrust.

I hook her under the arms with my hands and sink my face between her tits. I plant kisses along her crevice then touch her nipple with the tip of my tongue. Star’s body shivers. I draw her breast fully into my mouth, and she gasps.

My glance shifts to hers. “Good?”

She nods. “Good.”

“We’re gonna have a shower now, Star.”

“Okay, Rebel. I love you.”

I chuckle and she drops her head, clearly embarrassed by herself. Fuck. I need to be more careful with her. More gentle.

I’m a crude bastard and this has to stop. Star needs to feel like my princess. No, like my queen.

“Star, baby, I love you like mad. You’re my little bird.”

I enclose her into my arms. Then I pull her panties down and toss them over the pile of our clothes. She doesn’t like it. Her body becomes taut, and she hugs herself. My heart pounds in my chest. I want to fuck her rough and I barely control myself.

“Star. Everything is as it should be. I love your pussy.” I stroke her head. “I want to look at your pretty pussy.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. “You want to look at my cock?”

“I don’t know.”

I lower my pants as my stiff cock springs out. I step out of them and kick them towards the rest of our clothes.

Star starts panting. She frowns as her nostrils flare.

“Do you like my cock, Star?”

“I… I like you, Rebel.”

I grasp her waist and put her on the floor then I push her gently into the shower cabin. As the murmur and heat of water envelop us, I turn her round and set her back against my chest.

“Do you want to have a baby as Daisy has her Amber?” I ask.

“I like babies.”

“I know.”

She feels so small and fragile against me. She’s of medium height, but I’m as tall as my dad.

“I want to have a baby with you, Star. Two babies.”

Hell yeah. Two little Rebels and later two little Stars. Euphoria clouds my mind.

“I love you,” she hums.

And I love her. It’s almost like I’m touching the essence of heaven. She’s all goodness and grace. My ultimate happiness.

I palm her breast then run my fingers down to her unshaven mound. She’s so pure, so pristine. My arm crosses over her chest as I spread her folds and rub my thumb against her clit. She jerks her body away, but I tighten my embrace around her.

“Star, baby, let me make you feel good. I love your little pussy, and I want to touch it.”

“Okay. Touch me.”

I nibble on her earlobe and stroke her clit in circles. She gasps and tenses against me. I massage her harder and I feel her ass push against my groin. She wiggles. I hold her chin and close her sweet mouth with mine. She welcomes my tongue with hers, timidly at first. We kiss deeper. Our tongues tangle together, wiggle in a primal dance. I rub my thumb against her clit, kissing her gasps. She jerks her body to the side, but I don’t allow her to escape me. I work her faster, and she moans into my mouth. Her body arches against mine as her hands urge me to kiss her deeper. She pushes her ass against my groin and grabs my wrist, demanding that I give her release. So I give her release. I watch her beautiful orgasm. I turn her, slamming her on the tiled wall, and latch my mouth on hers. I hold my cock and start stroking myself. I don’t need much—just my wife in my embrace. I’ve been living a life of celibacy since Angela. Well, my hand was my best friend from time to time. I need to shake it off. I need my release.

Heat shoots to my toes, and I spill my seed over Star’s tummy. Our glances meet, and I see consternation in hers. Her palms are facing the ceiling.

“I love you, Star.”

She moves away from me, and I see it’s been too much for her. She grabs a towel, pats herself dry and pulls a bathrobe on. I watch her brush her teeth and walk out of the bathroom.

Star

I dive under the comforter and wait for him.

Everything is so weird with him.

His cock is so big. Scary. And it’s not scary. It’s beautiful. I want to look at his cock, and I don’t. I’m ashamed when I watch him without his clothes on. And I’m so excited at the same time. Most of the time I feel lost though.

I liked his touch, liked everything we just did, but now I’m very tired. So tired that I want to curl up into a ball and fall asleep.

I hear him leave the bathroom. My eyes travel to him, and I watch him lie down beside me, his body naked and damp. So hot that it almost burns my skin.

“How are you?” he asks.

“I’m very tired.”

“Sleep.” His mouth touches my arm, and I giggle.

“It tickles, Rebel.”

He pulls me to him, and I rest my head against his arm.

Should I kiss him?

I want to.

“What is it, Star?”

I feel his hard cock against my thigh, and my tummy fills with this pleasant yet unbearable heat again. His lips are on mine. I can’t breathe. Suddenly, I’m on my back, and he’s on top of me. His mouth hurts mine. His fingers dig into my hip and cause me pain. I feel a cry well up in my chest. My brain hurts. My body hurts. I want to flee.

I want him so much, but this ugly part of me wants solitude and silence. This ugly part of me can’t bear his touch now. This ugly part of me takes over my mind.

It feels like there are two Stars—the normal Star and the ugly Star. The normal Star fades.

Rebel

She shuts down. I pull on my jeans and leave the room to give her space. My impatience ruined everything. I love her so much, but it seems like my love makes her feel worse.

I close the door. The silence of the corridor envelops me as the Victorian wall lanterns make me feel like I’ve gone back in time. I lower to the floor and sit with my legs folded and splayed.

Cindy emerges from one of the rooms and moves closer to me. She tilts her head and flashes me a genuine smile.

“Everything fine?” she asks.

“Get lost,” I growl.

She widens her eyes. “They said you were rude.” Mischievous flickers dance in her eyes and she looks like Daisy. “I’ve had a good training so I’ve learned to cope with all sorts of rudeness.” She winks at me.

Yep, the bitch seems to be as tough as Daisy.

I see her husband at the farther end of the corridor. He picks up the pace and joins us.

“Your wife kicked you out?” Luka asks as humour coats his voice.

Cindy glares at him. “I told you it was complicated.”

Luka flashes his wife a wide grin, his blue eyes gleaming. The guy must be my age or a bit older. He is as massive as all the Russians I’ve met in life, but has the strangest hair I’ve ever seen—it’s grey—in different shades of grey. It doesn’t make him look old though. It makes him look intriguing. I’d say women must throw themselves at him.

“Party here or in the library?” he asks.

“Here,” I say.

I like him.

He seems very straightforward, and I like it. He backs up and soon comes back with two bottles of vodka, a bottle of coke, and three shot glasses. Cindy sits beside me, leaning against the wall, and Luka drops onto the floor opposite me, cross-legged.

“Like a students’ party,” Luka says and opens one of the bottles.

“I’ve never attended university,” I say. “I finished my education at the age of sixteen.”

“So you must have a very high life intelligence,” Luka says. “There’s many types of intelligence.”

“If you’re saying I’m intelligent then I’m not gonna argue,” I say.

We clink glasses and gulp our vodka, slamming the empty shot glasses on the floor. Even Cindy does this ritual properly, and she doesn’t wince at the taste of the alcohol. The door of my room creaks open, and I see Star sneaking out of it. She’s still wearing the oversized bathrobe.

I wave my hand at her. She moves closer to me and settles herself within my body, my folded legs at either side of her.

“You okay?” I plant a kiss on her jaw.

“Yes,” she whispers and pulls her knees to her chest. “It’s better.”

Luka pours her a shot of vodka and she seeks permission from me.

“Sure,” I say. “Get drunk. Have fun.”

She takes a sip and coughs. I stroke her back up and down as Luka encourages her with his hand and a flow of Russian words. She pours the rest of her alcohol into her throat and washes it down with a long pull of coke straight from the bottle.

I bury my face into her neck, and she giggles. We have another round of vodka and the world becomes a very funny place to me. My wife is so soft to touch, so irresistible.

“Rebel,” Luka growls, shoving the shot glass into my hand. “Drink, brother. Zdarovye.”

“Zdarrh… Zdarrhovya,” I say and everybody laughs.

Even Star laughs.

I pat Luka’s shoulder. “You are a good Russian guy.”

“Drink Americaniec,” he says and waves the other bottle of vodka in front of my face.

I think this is my fifth shot. I gulp it and my mind spins. I slam my lips on Star’s and squeeze her breast.

I need to fuck my wife. I need to fuck her now. I need to have her in every way.

Cindy tears her away from me and they suddenly disappear. Luka shoves shot after shot into my hand until blackness covers my vision.