I STRETCH, MY BODY sore and exhausted from all of the sex we’ve had the past few days and all of the excursions combined. I roll over, but the other side of the bed is empty.
Last night we went to the opera, the night before was the Moulin Rouge show and dinner at the Eiffel Tower. I don’t know what is in store for tonight, but the way my feet ache from walking all over the city during the day, and then again at night in heels, I’m ready for a night in.
I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, washing my hands when I’m finished. I find the shirt Timofei wore last night, sliding it up my arms and buttoning it in the center of my chest. Then I make my way out of the bedroom and try to find him.
I don’t see him in the living area, but something catches my eye out on the balcony. I grin when I notice it’s him. He’s resting his forearms on the railing and looking out at the city, my absolute favorite view of this entire trip. Well, that and the view from the Eiffel Tower at night.
Quietly, I make my way outside to join him. He’s wearing nothing but his tight, black, boxer briefs, and I can’t help but stare at the way they mold perfectly to his ass the closer I get. Wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, I press my lips to the center of his tattooed back.
“You’re awake,” he murmurs, sounding husky.
I only hum my response, and he unhooks my arms from his waist, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. He tugs me between his body and the railing, my back pressing against the rail. His eyes focus on mine and his lips turn into a small smile. “You look sexy as fuck in my shirt, devochka.”
I whimper, pressing my thighs together. How I could want him again, I don’t know. As sore as my center is, it isn’t a deterrent for my need of him between my thighs.
“Your pussy hurt?” he asks, lowering his face and running his nose alongside mine. Placing my hands on his bare chest, I close my eyes and nod once. “Do you still want me?” he asks. My breath hitches when I feel two of his fingers slide between my thighs. “Oh, my, Devvy, you’re wet,” he whispers against my ear.
“I always want you, Fei,” I shamelessly admit.
“And I always want you aching,” he responds as his lips drag over my skin to press against my mouth.
He thrusts two fingers inside of me, and I cry out as his tongue takes the opportunity to fill me. His thumb presses against my clit as his fingers curl inside of my core. I drop my head back on a moan, his lips traveling down my neck and to the top of my chest.
“I’m going to fuck you up here again, Devvy,” he announces. My breath hitches at the memory of the last time we had sex up here. He shakes his head, removing his fingers from inside of me before he turns me around, his lips on the side of my neck. “You’ll come this time, swear it,” he murmurs against my skin.
I open my mouth to protest, to beg to go inside and be less exposed in the morning daylight, but he fills me in one hard thrust. Nothing but a moan escapes my lips. I grip the railing, trying to push out and bend over more, but he won’t let me. One of his hands slides up my shirt and palms my breast while the other goes down to my clit.
“This isn’t hurried, and I want to smell you and taste your skin as I fuck you, devochka,” he murmurs before his tongue snakes up the column of my neck, sending shivers throughout my entire body.
He does as he promised, his body consuming mine from behind, his lips never leaving my skin while he thrusts in and out of me. My head starts to fall back against his chest, but with a shake, he tells me to look at the city, take in the view, and just feel him moving inside of me.
“You feel so good, Fei,” I whisper as I climb closer and closer toward my climax.
His fingers move from my breast and deftly unbutton the shirt of his I’m wearing, yanking it open and pulling it halfway down my arms, exposing me to the world.
I gasp and try to cover myself, but his teeth nip at my neck before he growls. “I want the world to see what they can’t have. You’re fucking mine, devochka.”
Lifting one of my arms, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and tilt my hips a little more as he starts to thrust harder, slamming himself inside of me roughly.
My thighs start to shake as his fingers rub faster and harder against my clit. It feels like I’m going to explode. When I finally come, I don’t let out more than a long moan, even though inside I’m a complete mess.
Timofei doesn’t stop taking me. His thrusts become erratic, and I didn’t think it was possible, but they become harder. While last time he scared me like this and hurt me, it doesn’t hurt. In fact, I love it. I love the morning wind blowing against my hard nipples, and the way his mouth is lavishing my neck and shoulder with his tongue, teeth, and lips.
When he stills, I feel his cock twitching and filling my body with his release. “I don’t want to be anywhere but inside you today,” he murmurs against my neck, his dick still pulsing inside of me.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Want you so sore you can’t move, then I’ll fuck you some more,” he rasps. “You’ll never remember what it feels like without an aching pussy.”
I squeeze him inside of me and he grunts as he gently pushes his half-soft cock deeper. “Make me ache,” I whisper.
His hand leaves my clit, and I hum when he plucks at my nipples. He stays planted inside of me and his mouth continues to feast on my neck.
“I plan on it, devochka moya,” he mumbles. “You like me fucking you out in the open? You fucking soaked me when I pulled your shirt off, and you haven’t made a move to cover yourself.”
“It’s wrong of me to like it, but the way you said you wanted the world to see what they couldn’t have?” I whisper into the wind and his finger pinches my nipple a little harder. “It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard,” I admit, feeling shameful for it.
“Then today, I fuck you out here in the open all goddamn day,” he chuckles. “I’m getting hard again, but we need food,” he grunts.
He pulls out of me and takes a step back. I turn to face him, my legs shaky as he pulls his boxers back up his hips. “Are you serious?” I ask.
“Food or fucking you outside all day?”
“The outside part,” I murmur as I run my teeth along my bottom lip.
Timofei grins and tugs the shirt down the rest of my body, leaving me completely nude. “You put any clothes on today, and I’ll punish you. We’ll eat, you’ll shower, and then we come back up here and I’ll fuck you all day long for the world to see,” he winks.
I stand there, my mouth slightly agape as he turns and walks back inside of the room. I bend down and pick up his shirt before hurrying to follow him. He’s already on the phone by the time I’m back in the room. I can hear him ordering, though I don’t understand what he’s saying.
“It’s going to be a good thirty minutes, Devvy. Why don’t we shower. By the time we’re done, the food should be waiting,” he suggests. I nod.
We shower together. Though he makes sure I am thoroughly washed, and I return the favor, we don’t go any further. Once we’re clean, he dries me off with a towel. True to his word, he won’t let me even wear panties.
“In fact, I want you to go sit on that sofa, your legs spread wide so that I can look at your pussy, my pussy, while I eat,” he grins.
“Timofei,” I whisper.
“Go now,” he grunts as he taps my ass and lifts his chin toward the balcony.
Slowly, I walk over to the sofa. There are chairs across from it, and I sit down in the middle. I close my eyes, sitting back and lifting my legs, hugging my knees tightly against my chest.
Timofei sets two plates down in the center of the coffee table and then sits across from me. He’s naked as well, and my eyes widen when I see that he’s hard.
His dark blue eyes hold me hostage, and I take a long exhale before I spread my legs wide. Bending my knees slightly so that my feet are flat on the cushions. Timofei grins as he takes the domes off of the plates and sets them on the ground.
“I hope if you’re not wet now, you will be. I have a need to taste you with my food,” he murmurs.
I can’t stop my legs from shaking slightly. If I’m not wet, I will be if he keeps talking to me like that.
He picks up a crepe, rolling it up like a cigar before he holds it out for me to take. “Eat,” he nods.
The crepe has powdered sugar on it, and I moan after taking my first bite. It’s so delicious. The crepe disappears, but not before Timofei is holding out another for me. “I think I might want to eat all our meals this way,” he smirks. My eyes widen.
I suck in a breath when he picks up a strawberry and reaches forward, his intention clear as he slides it through my center, then dips it inside slightly. I watch as he brings it to his lips and takes a bite, his eyes closing on a moan before he finishes the fruit.
“Fucking superb, devochka,” he rasps. “Finish your food and I’ll eat you until you come,” he says, sounding so incredibly nonchalant.
I eat in silence, unable to take my eyes from him, and he doesn’t take his eyes from me. His gaze doesn’t stay on mine—it travels down my body and back up several times as he eats the rest of his meal. He doesn’t touch me again, and by the time our food is gone, I’m a giant body of need.
“Ready to come again?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.
Biting the bottom of my lip, I nod. I watch as he stands, his cock long, straight and proudly on display. Then he moves the coffee table out of the way and crouches down in front of me. His finger drags through my slit, and I whimper as he swirls it around my clit.
“I’ll take care of you, Devvy. I’ll always take care of you,” he rasps before he lowers his face and presses a soft kiss to my clit.
I look over at her. She’s asleep on the lounger. She’s on her stomach, her leg hitched out and her pink, swollen, pussy on display. I pull my boxers up my legs and walk over to the edge of the balcony.
My father is here, somewhere. He’s been following me, though he’s yet to make contact. One of the main reasons I wanted to stay here today. Another being I truly did want to spend the day inside of my new wife.
I still don’t know my father’s endgame for showing up to Paris on my honeymoon. He has a reason. He’s methodical, if nothing else. Though it may not be sane, he still will have a reason for his appearance in this city. With my phone in my palm, I jump slightly when it buzzes.
“Sergei,” I murmur as quietly as I can.
“I hear you’ve had an active morning,” he chuckles.
Frowning, I turn to face my sleeping wife, the sun kissing her back, ass, pussy, and thighs.
“Who tells you these things?” I ask.
Sergei hums before he answers, “Your father’s hotel is directly across from yours. He’s been watching you, by the way. He wasn’t the one who told me. I have a man on his roof and yours, making sure he doesn’t do anything rash or stupid. The one on his roof has had quiet the morning view.”
“So you called me when you knew she was sleeping?” I ask with a smile.
“I have to cancel dinner. Raisa isn’t feeling well. We’ll be headed back to Moscow in the morning. The men will still stay with you and your father until he or you leave. Whichever comes first.”
“Thank you, uncle. Send Raisa my well wishes. I’ll see you in a couple weeks; we’ll do dinner in New York,” I state.
He agrees before ending the call. I don’t bother looking at the hotel across the street, knowing my father is probably staring at me right now. Whatever his issue, it isn’t mine. I’ve done exactly as he’s requested, including fucking my wife bare as often as I can to impregnate her by the one-year mark, preferably before.
My phone rings again, and I frown at the name that flashes across the screen. “Hello, father,” I smirk as though he can see me. He growls on the other end.
“Where is my daughter,” Patrick O’Neil snaps.
“She’s sleeping, O’Neil,” I murmur.
“Your father called me, said you were abusing her. She’s your wife, but I highly doubt she’s given reason. That is not her way,” he barks.
I think about his words for a beat. My father called him, hmm. Nice. So his desire is to fuck with my relationship with O’Neil. He’s shown his cards far too early.
“My father secretly followed me here and doesn’t think I know. He’s booked the hotel across from mine and has been spying on me. If you wish me to wake up Devyn so that you can insure her well-being, I don’t have a problem with that. She’s sleeping, and I’ve not abused her. She has not one mark on her body. Hurting women really isn’t my thing,” I state.
“I think I would like to speak to her,” he says. It makes me wonder just what exactly my father has told him.
I walk over to Devyn and shake her gently. She lifts her head, her hair a complete fucking black mass of a disaster, and her lips tip in a smile when she focuses on me.
“Your dad’s on the phone, devochka. He’d like to speak to you,” I murmur. She gasps before she sits up.
I hand the phone over to her. She clears her throat before she says a hello. It’s soft and sweet, and I can’t help but smile at my pretty little wife as her cheeks tint pink.
“I’m fine, dad. No, everything is wonderful. We went to the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, it’s been wonderful. I think we’re supposed to be gone another week and a half. As long as Timofei agrees, yes, we’d love to come over for Sunday dinner when we return. Bye,” she murmurs as she hands the phone back over to me.
“She sounds good. You’ve taken her to all those places?” he asks.
“Yeah, we’ll be headed to the Palace of Versailles tomorrow for a couple days. We’ll be staying in the little town there and visiting the palace,” I explain, though I don’t have to explain shit to him.
“I’d like you both at my house for dinner the first Sunday you’re back. The whole family will come,” he states.
I have the final say and he can’t really say shit to me if I tell him no. However, I decide to play nice and agree.
“I’ll text you right before we leave for home, and Sunday dinner is yours,” I agree and watch as Devyn’s face lights up as she smiles.
“Take care of her, and watch your fucking father,” he grunts before ending the call.
“What was that about?” she asks. I shake my head as I lean down and press my lips to hers.
“Lunch, then I’ll fuck you some more, yeah?”
“Okay,” she breathes.
My fucking perfect little wife. How in the fuck did I get so goddamn lucky?