62. Kat

Chapter 62

Kat

“I think I’m going to like this bed,” Nik tells me, his voice rumbling with male contentment.

I glance over at him from the vanity table. While I’ve been removing the pins from my hair, he’s lying back in our bed on our new yacht—his surprise wedding gift. Nik's secret honeymoon plans? A cruise around the Mediterranean—onboard our very own super yacht, which makes a Bond villain’s boat look like a tiny dinghy. We're spending the night by the shore of our little island, then we’re off to Istanbul, Santorini, Italy, the South of France, Barcelona, and Lisbon.

Nik’s eyes grow heavy-lidded as he watches me take down my hair. He’s stretched out over the California King, his arms crossed under his head as a cream-colored sheet covers his body.

How can he look even better under the sheets than he did in his tuxedo? Especially when the sight of him, impeccably dressed and waiting for me at the altar, had all my friends fanning themselves and asking me if he had any brothers.

"Can't wait to get in that waterfall shower," I say with enthusiasm, eager to show him how much I appreciate the gift.

He grins, seeming pleased I brought it up. “I can’t wait to get in you in the shower.”

I quirk a brow. “Like you did in the hot tub yesterday? And in the pool the day before? I'm picking up a pattern here.”

“It’s true,” he says with a shameless smirk. His smile is still my kryptonite, and he hasn't stopped grinning at me all night.

“By the way, we’re going to have to throw a party here at the yacht once we’re back home and settled in. A.J. and the girls were looking at me with puppy eyes before we left.”

He shrugs. “That’s fine with me. I like your friends.”

“Because A.J. helps you with your evil plans, and the others just drool over you,” I say as I finish getting ready for bed. I’ve noticed how his neck turns red, and how he tugs at his tie whenever they whisper near him.

“I only have eyes for one woman. Come to me, kiska .”

I saunter over to the bed. “So, you like this bed, the shower, and my friends. But I'm curious, how do you like this?” I shed my silk robe, letting it pool at my feet to reveal new lace garters, silk thigh-highs, a white silk bra, and a matching thong.

He swallows, brows drawn. “ Fuck me . Mercy, Kat.” In a flash, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing me by the waist.

A delighted sound—half laugh, half cry—bursts out of me as he pulls me onto his lap.

With a mesmerized look, he traces the lacy edge of my bra. “Oh, I like this. I like it very much.”

“Then let’s see how you like taking it off,” I purr at his ear, and his erection pulses beneath me. “No more holding back, Nik. It’s just you and me now. I’m your wife, and I want you to claim me as yours. Give me everything you have.”

“I want to give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want, wife.” His fingers curl under my chin, pulling me in for a kiss. He brushes his lips against mine, his tongue playfully darting out to tease me. Then he grunts, growing more aggressive, deepening the kiss while pinching my nipples through the silk, until I’m squirming over his cock.

“Spread your legs for me,” he says against my lips.

When I do, he lazily strokes my panties. “These are wet, kiska .”

“Why don’t you take them off me then?—”

Rip . I gasp when he tears them in half.

His fingers return to pet me, and a guttural sound rumbles in his throat when he finds me damp. His satisfaction is so palpable, I can almost feel it myself. “Oh, Nik! I want you. All of you. Right now .”

“You’re not ready for me yet,” he says, his eyelids going heavy. With a deep sigh, he sinks his forefinger inside me. He thrusts it in and out as his thumb circles my sensitive clitoris.

With a sigh of pleasure, I wrap my arms around his neck to lean back, letting my knees fall open wide for him.

Slowly fingering me, over and over, he raptly watches his fingers work, stretching me, rubbing. And against my bared ass, his cock stirs against my skin.

“Nik,” I whisper, already near climax. “I’m so close…”

He stops touching me instantly, withdrawing his fingers, making me cry out.

“Straddle me,” he demands as he brings his glistening finger to his lips. He sucks it, shuddering with pleasure at my taste. “My wife is fucking delicious.”

Trembling, I position myself over his lap.

When I’m poised above his cock, he fists it with his free hand. “Come here. Take me inside that sweet little pussy.”

“Nik,” I sigh, lowering myself. When the head enters me, he growls, ripping the lace from my bra so he can lick me, nipping one nipple while pinching the other with his wet fingers.

It’s too much. “Oh, my God!” With only the tip inside me, I start to come, the powerful contractions of my orgasm drawing the rest of his length inside me. I throw my head back and let out a scream of pleasure, but he lifts his head from my chest to find my gaze, his hands cradling my face.

With his jaw clenched and sweat beading his chest, he forces me to look into his eyes as I slide down his long cock, gasping at every inch.

Pulsing inside me, so thick… so hot.

Staring at him as I come always makes me feel even more naked before him. The act becomes even more intimate—and that much hotter.

By the time the spasms come to an end, as he throbs deep inside me, I’m already about to explode again.

Sinking his fingertips into the flesh of my hips, he rasps, “We’re only getting started.” Then he wrenches me down while surging his hips up, pushing me over the edge into another orgasm…