Chapter 34

Alexander

“Are we there yet?”

I laughed and reached across the console to squeeze Tamara’s hand. “Would you stop being so impatient?”

“Maybe I’m tired. We could have been asleep by now.”

I pulled her knuckles to my lips and kissed them, keeping my eye on the road. Not much further now.

“Oh, dear wife, are you getting irritated with me?”

“I wouldn’t be so irritated if you’d tell me where we’re going.” She swiveled her head to look at me, even though the band of fabric over her eyes prevented her from seeing anything.

“That would ruin the surprise.”

She pulled her hand back and crossed her arms, pursing her lips haughtily. “One of these days I’m going to surprise you with a pillow to the face while you sleep. See how you like it.”

I turned down the drive, slowing down as the road grew a little bumpier. Tamara’s mood instantly lifted.

“Springfield?” she asked, lips drawn back into a grin.

“I told you...”

“It’s Springfield though, isn’t it?” She tore her blindfold off before I could stop her, gazing out the window at the familiar tree-lined drive. “Yes! We’re home! I thought you were taking me to a hotel or something.”

I laughed. “Why would I do that? You would hate it.”

Tamara squeezed my hand. “I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too, Kitty Kat.”

We rolled up the rest of the drive and I parked out front. The porch light was on, just as I’d requested. I hoped they got the rest of my requests right as well.

Tamara leapt from the passenger seat and jogged to the front door, holding her skirts in her hand. I followed.

“Slow down,” I called. “There’s no rush.”

“No rush, my aunt Fanny,” she replied. “We haven’t been home in days.”

I sprinted around her and reached the door first. “I’m carrying you over the threshold.”

Tamara stopped. “I was so excited to get inside that I nearly forgot.” She let her skirts down and smiled at me. “Get on with it, then.”

“Cheeky.” I bent down and hoisted her into my arms, kissing her exposed neck as I carried her to the front door.

“You should have opened it first,” she said.

“Has anybody ever told you that you can be quite the little princess?” I balanced her on my arm and jostled open the door handle, then kicked it open.

She giggled. “You. All the time.”

I carried my wife into our home and set her down next to the stairs. The halls were dark, but upstairs a flickering glow beckoned.

“Is the house on fire?” Tamara asked.

“It’s about to be.” I grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

Upstairs, everything was laid out exactly to my specifications. Rose petals on the floor and bed, candlesticks scattered throughout the room, a bottle of champagne on ice with two glasses on the bedside table. Tamara’s plump lips fell open in delight, candlelight reflecting in her eyes like gold.

“Welcome home,” I said.

She turned to me. “I’ve been home since I first met you.”

I pulled Tamara close and tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling out each of the pins until it fell down her back in waves. Her dress was modest, but still looked like sin stretched across her curves. I’d been dying to take it off all night.

“You’ve been my wife since I first met you.” I ran my thumb down her smooth cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I leaned down and kissed her. My wife. My future.

Our lips glided together softly, almost hesitantly, before I dragged her to my chest and plunged my tongue into her mouth. Tamara responded eagerly, opening for me. She moaned.

I grabbed a handful of lace-covered ass and felt my cock swell. I had no idea where to even begin taking off this dress, but fuck if I was going to let that stop me. As our kiss turned frantic, heavy, I fumbled with the pearl buttons down Tamara’s back until I set the first one free. My cock twitched in triumph and I set to work on the next.

Tamara curved against me. Her hands ripped at my shirt, taking less precaution than I was with her dress. I couldn’t have cared less if she ripped it to shreds. All I knew was I needed her. I needed my wife and her sweet, tight pussy.

I finished the last button on the dress and pulled it down. It swished to the floor, revealing a lacy set of white underwear that made my mouth water. Tamara’s dark nipples showed through the lace, and I couldn’t resist pulling it aside and leaning her back to cover her breast with my mouth.

Tamara mewled. Her nails scraped down my back under the shirt, and I growled with primal delight.

I turned her toward the bed and shoved her back. She landed on her ass and shimmied up the bed, hastily yanking off her undergarments. Soon she was bare before me. She spread her long legs, exposing her pink, puffy lips. My cock threatened to punch out of my trousers.

“You look so sexy like that,” I told her, stripping off my clothes. “Are you wet for me, Kitty Kat?”

As I watched, Tamara’s hand slid between her legs. She inserted one delicate finger inside of herself and bit her lip. “I’m soaked. I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day.” She started rubbing her clit, arching her back so her tits heaved above her. “I was so horny all last night when we were apart. I tried to get myself off but it wasn’t the same without your cock.”

A shiver zapped straight to my balls. Fully naked, I climbed atop my wife and replaced her hand with my own. Like she said, she was soaked.

“Fuck,” I groaned, biting into her neck.

Tamara’s hand wrapped around my shaft and she squeezed. “I love how hard you get. Like a rock.” She rubbed me and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Fuck me, Alexander.”

“Yes, Princess.” I turned her over, arching her hips a little but otherwise holding her flat to the bed. The angle and her legs being closed made it hard to penetrate her at first, but it was all worth it the second I slid into her wet heat.

Tamara moaned into the pillow. I lay above her, supporting some of my weight on my forearms but otherwise pinning her to the bed. Our bodies rubbed against each other with every thrust, every slide of our hips, and I kissed her neck between panting breaths.

She held me tight, squeezing my shaft like a fist.

“You’re so deep,” she said hoarsely. “Oh my god, you’re so deep.”

I jerked my hips on the next thrust and she cried out. “You like me deep inside, baby?” I growled.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

I reached under her and started playing with her clit. Tamara was helpless and loved it, hands scrunched in the blanket. Her whimpers of pleasure were music to my ears.

I thought back to the first time we fucked, how I believed back then nothing would ever be as good. I never realized our explosive sexual chemistry would have more than one charge, no less an unlimited amount. Plus, how could you beat spontaneity like that?

But every time we fucked it was like the first time. The best time. My lust for this woman never dampened and being inside her felt like home.

Pressure built in my balls and I started to thrust harder, moving up further on my forearms to build more momentum. With the little bit of room that afforded, Tamara started thrusting back, moaning between breaths.

I licked the sweat from the back of her neck and sucked her throat. My body whirled with pleasure and I didn’t know how much longer I would last, but Tamara was close too. I could feel it in the way she strained, could hear it in the way she breathed.

And then, with a keening wail, Tamara clamped down on my cock.

My head exploded. I groaned and slammed inside one more time before releasing, electricity sizzling under my skin. For a moment, the world went black and white, and I struggled to catch my breath.

“Alex,” Tamara murmured.

“Yes?” I kissed her shoulder and rolled to the side, bundling her in my arms. She fit perfectly against my chest, chin tucked just under my collarbone.

She nuzzled against my chest and hummed with satisfaction, but didn’t speak right away. I ran my fingers down her back, sticky with sweat. I breathed in deep and my muscles turned to jelly against the mattress, perfectly relaxed.

When Tamara spoke, her voice crackled. “Our life is perfect, isn’t it?”

“An understatement.” I kissed the top of her head, pulse still thrumming from the sex. “Though I can think of one thing that would make it more perfect.”

She looked up at me, eyes golden pools in the dim light. “What’s that?”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “A baby.”

Tamara’s dark eyes sparkled and her lips tugged into a smile. “You know, my prince, I just can’t help but agree.”