/ 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.
Lying on the sofa Vik rested her head against Istvan’s strong chest, thoughts running around in her head as she felt his steady heartbeat against her cheek. He stroked her hair gently and periodically would place a soft kiss on the top of her head, the other hand rested low on her stomach. It was nice, being close to him.
She’d felt so alone in the past couple of weeks since they’d found out about the baby. Viktoria had been so scared that Istvan would see right through the happy façade she’d been trying so hard to put on, that she’d sort of closed herself off from him. And although she hadn’t made any moves on him, the fact that he hadn’t tried to initiate anything the way he usually would, had only served to make Vik feel insecure; she’d been worried Istvan wouldn’t desire her body after she fell pregnant, and although he kept telling her he loved her and saying how gorgeous she would look with a big bump, she wasn’t really buying it, because other than hugs and kisses he hadn’t touched her: maybe he was just trying to be kind and say the right things, even though she wasn’t even really showing yet…? They hadn’t made love since the day they took the home test, that was over two weeks ago now, which for them was high unusual… She missed him. She missed the intimacy they usually shared. She let go of a heavy sigh, prompting Istvan to pull back to look at her, concerned,
“What was that big sigh Viktoria? Are you ok?”
She smiled softly at him,
“I’m fine…”
Istvan grazed her cheek with the back of his hand,
“My love, are you sure? Talk to me…?”
Looking up at his handsome face, his honest blue eyes searching hers, Viktoria’s words caught in her throat,
“I- I miss, you know, ‘us’…”
Istvan’s eyes sparkled as he chuckled, “You do?“ Viktoria sprung from the sofa abruptly, moving to the window, her eyes stinging and cheeks instantly burning, hurt,
“Please don’t laugh at me Ist…”
Istvan stood pulling his slender wife back in a strong embrace from behind, his muscular build pressing against her,
“Oh my love, I’m not laughing at you, I’m just laughing because I’ve been missing ‘us’ too… I know there’s must be so much going on because of the baby; physically, emotionally… I didn’t want you to feel like I was putting any kind of pressure on you Viktoria… I was sort of waiting for you to initiate something… You’re so beautiful Vik, if you asked me to make love to you ten times a day, every day until I’m so old that I can’t anymore, I’d jump at the chance! You do know that, don’t you?”
Viktoria didn’t have any words to answer her husband, her heart suddenly felt full, even if the rest of her felt somewhat embarrassed, she simply reached out to him, one hand cupping his cheek as she smiled at him, blinking back her tears. He leaned over her, his name escaping her lips like a prayer as her pulled her delicious curves closer against his taught frame, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. Viktoria knew she’d missed being this close to him, but it was only now she was realising just quite how much, her body felt like it was on fire with his every touch; she groaned his name again as she writhed in his arms, pressing her pert ass back against him, relishing the physical confirmation from his solid length, that she still made him hot under the collar. Istvan’s hands travelled up from her hips, one raking the braid out of her hair and scattering her dark wavy locks across her shoulders, releasing the sweet scent of strawberries from her shampoo. The other hand cupped her fuller-than-before breasts as he kissed and nipped at her bare neck, the smell of her perfume and shampoo intoxicating his senses.
“Viktoria, I love you so much, how could you ever think that I wouldn’t want you…? No one has ever made me feel the way you do, my love… You are my world.”
Viktoria was blissfully lost in the moment, it was the most empty and clear her mind had been in weeks, the only thing she could think about was her husband’s hands on her and the burning, aching feeling deep down inside of her that couldn’t be left unsatisfied for much longer. Istvan smacked her backside lightly and her fingers found the window-sill as she felt him pull down her jeans and white lacy panties with a swift tug. Istvan kissed the nape of her neck as he gently nudged her legs apart with his foot; he covered her body with his, reaching in front of her, his fingers tracing her delicate skin, gently teasing her glistening folds as Viktoria gasped and shuddered beneath his touch. Istvan nuzzled her ear as he whispered,
“Is this ok? I promise I won’t be rough.”
Viktoria was dizzied with her lust for her husband, she could see his reflection behind her in the window, his chiselled cheekbones, his smooth dark skin, those eyes like sapphires that she could gaze into until the end of time. His shirt was off and his pants opened. She leaned forward against the window-sill nodding her head, dipping her spine and pointing her curvy backside in air for him, her hips wiggling ever so slightly in anticipation. Istvan grinned devilishly as took her hip in one hand, and his throbbing manhood in the other, lining himself up and moving slowly, rapturous groans leaving his throat and he sunk deeper into his wife’s soft body.
Viktoria was in ecstasy, maybe it was because they hadn’t been together for a couple of weeks, maybe it was the changes to her body, but everything about this moment was delicious: that stretched feeling as he thrust into her, the firm hand on her hip controlling her every movement made her feel so safe, his other hand between her legs pleasuring her… Within minutes she was screaming his name for the whole palace to hear. Istvan wasn’t far from his own release crashing over him: he’d spotted the reflection in the window as he’d hugged her. And now there had become something strangely voyeuristic about it, about watching himself fuck his beautiful little wife, about seeing his own sexual prowess and watching her face change as he bucked his hips again and again, watching her come undone as he continued to savour her body… Istvan was completely mesmerised by both the visual display and the sensation of his wife’s core tight around him as he came, crying out in a blaze of fire unlike anything he could remember before, his torso collapsing on top of Vik’s slight frame, slick with sweat and breathing hard.
Istvan smothered her elegant neck in soft kisses, pulling her into his arms, turning her around in his loving embrace,
“Now do you believe me?”
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TBC – VP 💖
