Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Radimir slid his hands up to my cheeks, then tilted my head back, sinking his fingertips into my hair. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips came down on mine. The gentleness of the kiss took me by surprise: it was soft and slow, tasting me, as if he was just discovering me. Each brush of his lips infused me with a pink glow of pleasure, filling me up and making me heady. But then the kiss started to change. His lips wandered, laying kisses like hot little bombs along my cheek, down my throat, on my collar bone… My body arched against him, and I heard myself start to pant. He kissed my lips again, his tongue teasing at them, and I opened, welcoming him in. The kiss turned hungry, his tongue darting in to explore me while my hands roamed over his back. The pink pleasure was moving inward, now, coalescing into a glowing ache that needed more than kissing.
Radimir broke the kiss and pushed me back. He was panting, too, and his eyes were hooded with lust. He reached around behind me, searching for the zipper of my gown and then tugged it down. The gown loosened around me and, as he started kissing me again, I shimmied while he pushed it down off my shoulders, and eventually it fell around me. There was so much skirt that I was still knee-deep in material, so, still kissing me, he put one arm around my waist, one hand under my ass and lifted me up out of the dress, then turned around and set me down again. His hands traced my back, my ass, my thighs, and I felt his surprise. He broke the kiss again and stepped back to look, and I giggled.
Jen had helped me choose the bridal lingerie. It was cream, to match the dress, and finished with gleaming gold thread: we’d agreed it was princess on her wedding night. The bra gave me a pretty amazing cleavage, the panties were cut high at the sides and back to make the most of my ass and the stockings made my legs look endless, especially because I was still wearing my heels. But the piece de resistance was the matching corset which was beautifully embroidered with swirls of gold. It had straps that went down to my stockings and the boning gave me a silhouette that was kind of wow.
Radimir’s eyes flared with lust. He took my hands in his and spread my arms wide while he gazed at me. Then he whirled me around and pulled me back to him, so that my arms were imprisoned, crossed in an X across my chest, and my ass was grinding against his cock. “Had I known what you were wearing underneath, the wedding would have been a lot shorter.” He kissed the sensitive spot on the side of my neck, and I squirmed in delight.
Radimir reached between us and unhooked the clasp of my bra. Then he spun me again, pulling the bra down and off my arms, and pushed me up against the wall, capturing my wrists and holding them above my head. It happened so fast I gasped, my boobs bobbing and swaying as my bare back was pressed to the cool plaster. I could feel my nipples crinkling and hardening both from the sudden shock of the cool air and the deep throb of heat that soaked through me whenever he was rough like that with me. It was because it came from urgency, not cruelty, as if I turned him on so much, he couldn’t wait to fuck me. That and the safety of knowing that he’d never hurt me.
He gazed down at my breasts, his eyes burning. “I’ve waited three weeks to see these again.” He leaned forward and licked a nipple, and I gasped. He began to stroke my breasts with one hand, squeezing softly as he lashed my nipples with his tongue. I drew in my breath and arched my back, wanting more, that ache inside becoming needy. But he held me pinned by my wrists and slowly teased me, covering his teeth with his lips and softly biting the sensitive buds until I thrashed and moaned.
He finally moved back a little, still holding my wrists, and looked down towards my groin. “There’s another part of you I’ve been looking forward to seeing, Krasavitsa,” The ache became heavy, sinking right down between my thighs.
He looked right into my eyes. Then, with his free hand, he gripped the waistband of my panties and tugged the right side down an inch. “It was dark, in the bookstore,” he explained, his voice thick with lust. He tugged the left side down, still holding my gaze. “I couldn’t see you properly.” He tugged the right side again, and my breath caught as I felt the cool air of the room on my sensitive folds. “Ever since then, I’ve been imagining what you look like. And now...” He tugged the left side again, pulling my panties down around my thighs. He held my gaze a moment longer...and then at last, he allowed himself to look down. I flushed and twisted as I felt his eyes devouring me: the delicate pink lips, the small strip of red-brown hair.