/ Istvan – FC Rob Evans
/ Both images borrowed from their Instagram
/ I own none of these images, all used with love and respect <3
/ Rings – enoirvado / Vegas view – Instagram sin1city / Quotes – all taken from Pinterest and none had credit for where they came from.
Istvan ran the back of his hand down her cheek as he leaned over her, his eyes darkening as she twisted to catch his fingers in an open-mouthed kiss. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on and he’d never loved anyone so completely, so all-consumingly as he did her. Istvan could feel Vik trembling as he slid his other hand inside her delicate lacy underwear: was she nervous? His intense gaze into her pale eyes was broken as he hoarsely whispered,
“Are you sure you’re ok? Are you sure you’re ready?”
Her face was unreadable, but her head nodded in response and she pulled him into a warm deep kiss, her lips so soft, her tongue dancing against his, teasing him, drawing him in. He pressed two fingers slowly into her warm, wet, inviting core and felt her body writhe in his arms as she groaned out his name.
Viktoria was dizzy with desire, the way Istvan touched her, he knew exactly where to caress her: how fast, how softly or roughly. She knew she was so, so lucky to have such a generous husband, he would never leave her unsatisfied, always taking his time to worship her body, to make her feel sensual. Desired. Loved… Viktoria felt searing fire building within her as Istvan continued to pleasure her with his thick fingers, his other hand in her hair… Her nails were scoring his muscular back as she clutched at him, crying out as her climax overtook her,
“Oh Istvan, God! I love you…”
Her breathing erratic, chest heaving as her pleasure continued to echo inside her, Istvan kissed her tenderly as he moved on top of her. Viktoria locked eyes with him, then flashed him a wicked half-grin, biting her lip,
“Sit up.”
Istvan raised an eyebrow, he’d never admit it to anyone, but sometimes it just felt so damned amazing to relinquish his control after being in charge of everything, all day, every day… He went completely weak in the knees on the occasions when his dainty little wife decided to take control in the bedroom…
Istvan moved himself to sit cross legged, slightly leaning against the soft leather headboard. Viktoria gently stroked his hard length as she climbed into his lap. He felt completely naked in front of her; both body and soul. Viktoria’s dark brown hair fell down framing both their faces as she leaned in and kissed him deeply, passionately. Istvan was so caught up in the fruity smell of her shampoo, mixed with that heady French perfume she always wore, thinking how it always set him alight. Thinking about how his wife was just so right for him, how fucking good her tight little body felt pressed to his, how…
“Ohhhh…“
His train of thought was completely disrupted as Viktoria oh-so-slowly lowered herself onto his waiting cock… His head rolled back as her name involuntarily left his lips with a groan, eliciting with a naughty little giggle in response from Viktoria. She was definitely in charge this evening, her knees planted on either side of Istvan’s hips, one arm gripping his thigh behind her, the other securely around his neck, fingers splayed in his short dark hair. Her innocent-looking lacy white bra was still on, it cradled her curvy breasts, displaying them perfectly for her husband’s full attention as she rolled and ground her hips against him… Vik loved making love to him when they were face to face, so intimate and tender. She also loved that she had access to whisper in his ear… Viktoria really got a kick out of how straight-laced the King always appeared in the public eye, so respectable, so full of poise and grace, his grasp of language so beautiful, knowing that back in their bedroom she could ride him like a stallion, nipping at his earlobes, her tongue soothing the grazes left by her teeth as she groaned and whispered to him about how much she needed his hard cock inside her, how she’d thought about nothing else all day, knowing how her filthy little confessions drove him wild…
Istvan was at her mercy this evening, his head was between her breasts, his hand roughly pushing the lace aside to grant him better access, the fabric grazing across her sensitive hard nipples. His urge to thrust up and fuck her senseless almost bubbling over as Viktoria’s position put her in complete control of his body. She moved her hips in a circular motion, like a corkscrew, her walls tightening, constricting against his throbbing member as she writhed.
She was making him crazy, but he couldn’t complain because he teased her often enough, taking his tongue away as he could feel her shuddering beneath him, making her wait ‘til hours later after the function they had to attend… For the umpteenth time he could feel her beautiful tight sex moving away from him, slipping away from his dick, he tried to grip her pert ass to pull her back down, but she moved his hands back to her breasts as he groaned…. Viktoria smirked at him as she left every inch of him exposed to the cooling air of the bedroom except his sensitive bulbous tip. She allowed only that part of him to stay inside of her wetness, delicately teasing it, gently squeezing it with her muscles as she watched his face crumbling in front of her, watching him plead to be back inside properly,
“Please my Queen…”
A needy voice asking why she was doing this to him,
“Why are you torturing me like this…? Please Viktoria…”
Then just as she thought he couldn’t stand it anymore, tossing her hair back and allowing his entire length entrance, letting it slide back in and fill her completely as he gasped at the urgency of her movements, the sensation of being utterly sheathed between her thighs once more. She decided she had teased him enough for one evening as she cupped his face in her left hand, kissing him softly as her other hand roamed down over her throat, roughly massaging her breasts before stopping between her legs. She knew how much her husband loved to watch her touch herself. Istvan was struggling to control himself at the site of his wife’s manicured fingers slick from her juices, slowly circling her swollen clit as his thick length stretched her inside touching all those secret sensitive parts lying deep within her… Viktoria was right on the edge, Istvan could feel the heat rising from her delicate skin, her breathing interrupted by soft moans and whimpers that were growing louder as she writhed in his lap… He wasn’t going to hold on much longer either. Istvan buried his face in Viktoria’s neck, his teeth marking her skin as he moaned,
“Come for me, my beautiful girl, look at me, I want to see you come…”
Viktoria didn’t need any more encouragement, her body came so hard so felt like she might pass out. Her forehead pressed against Istvan’s looking deep into his soulful eyes as her body bucked and pulsed around him, guttural cries tearing free of her throat. The sweet sensations of her body and the sight of her completely undone enough to drive him wild as he gave into the feeling, spilling himself inside of her, his engorged member surging deep within her, never breaking eye contract as he groaned her name over and over again.
Istvan held her tightly to his strong chest for a minute until she moved off his lap, allowing him to flop down into the mountain of soft pillows. Beads of sweat glistened like diamonds against his dark skin, his sculpted chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. He laced her fingers into his own, pulling her hand to his lips and kissing the back of it gently. Viktoria giggled. Despite being married for almost five years, she had never ever stopped feeling slightly shy after they had sex, especially the intensely intimate sort of sex where they stared into each others eyes as they came… She knew it was silly, but Istvan had told her he thought it was really very cute… He pulled her down beside him so that they lay side by side, noses almost touching. Istvan cupped Vik’s cheek with his large hand as he whispered softly,
“That was so fucking good my love…”
Viktoria nodded sleepily as she kissed the tip of his nose. Istvan wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close, tears springing to his eyes as he whispered to her,
“I can’t believe we just tried for a baby.”
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TBC – VP 💖
