CHAPTER Thriteen
If I thought Uri’s home in London was amazing then this place is absolutely astounding. I am no stranger to wealth but Uri does wealth with style. The house sits on a hill that overlooks row after row of grape vines. On the other side of the house you can see a fully lit pool that seems to be never ending in the center of more vines.
I can’t wait to go and explore the grounds beyond the house. Uri started the tour as soon as we arrived and told me that we could go down into the vineyard in the morning. I can’t deny that I am having a hard time not falling for my husband.
Uri has been attentive from the moment we entered the car for the private jet. I’d been a little surprised when he insisted I wear my gown and not change. Rebecca and I had picked a beautiful suit for the flight, but I followed my husband’s wishes. I will just have to find another time to wear the white suit.
I was thrown when Uri took the time on our flight to ask me questions about my personal life. Not that it was the first time he has asked questions about my life. I guess my real surprise was in the fact that I answered his questions without giving him crap about it.
We found an easy banter as we sipped champagne. Uri’s eyes never left me. His intense gaze seemed to penetrate me at every instant. I find I like being studied by him. It feels as if, if he looks deep enough he will be able to help me find the girl I have lost and the woman she should truly become.
Honestly until Uri I hadn’t known how much I wanted to be found. For so long I have just wanted to be left alone. It is sort of awkward for me to have this hot man bringing all these feelings to the surface.
My mind is whirling with emotions and thoughts as I stare out at the view. I feel him in the room. He has been standing watching me for some time now. I’m not ready to face him and what is going to happen tonight.
I want him without question. I just want to be able to have him without getting hurt. There is something in the way he looks at me that tells me just one taste will ruin me and rip me to shreds, yet I have to have a taste.
I wonder if he can ever see me as more than a damaged girl that came running after him for help. I should have just run for it. At least than I would have some pride left. Now I just feel like I overreacted and forced his hand to take action. “Enough,” Uri says in my ear as his arms wrap around my waist. “You have been inside this pretty head long enough. It is time you get to know your husband, Bella.”
He bends to place a kiss to my bare shoulder. I feel his single kiss in the pit of my stomach. I turn in his arms and look up into those blue eyes. I shiver as I see they have darkened with desire.
His tie and tux jacket have been removed. His dress shirt is hanging open and untucked from his pants. I place my hands on his waist and let them move over his smooth skin up into the light smattering of hair on his chest.
“Uri,” I whisper, but his lips capture mine and my thought along with them. I moan into his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck.
His hand goes to my throat and he squeezes gently, tipping my head back. He releases my lips and starts to nibble and kiss his way across my jaw to my ear. He nips my lobe then sucks on it.
“We will take this slow, Love. If at any time you are not comfortable you tell me, understand?” he breathes in my ear.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Good girl,” he says before releasing his hold on me. He takes a step back and holds out his hand for me.
I place my hand in his and he leads me to the winding stairs up to the master suite on the second floor. I admire the cherry wood floors and wrought iron banisters once again. This place truly is gorgeous. I feel like I am in the middle of a dream.
When Uri leads us into the bedroom I look around to see he has opened the double doors to the balcony letting in a nice breeze and the moon light. The lights are low and the covers have been turned back on the bed. He gently tugs me to a stop in front of him, my back to his front.
He kisses just below the nape of my neck with one gentle open mouth kiss. He then kisses his way down my back until he reaches the zipper on my gown. I peek over my shoulder to see him pull the zipper between his teeth. He slowly pulls the zipper down with his mouth.
I pull my own lip between my teeth to keep from moaning a loud. He looks so freaking hot. His eyes focus on me as he peels my dress down and pushes it over my hips. The dress pools into a large puddle of fabric around my ankles.
Uri stands to his full height once again and turns me in his arms. I am in just a lacy pair of boy shorts, a garter, silk thigh highs and my heels. I was able to find the exact same pair he had purchased for me the first time we met. I thought it would be a nice touch even if this was all just a ploy to get me out of an unwanted engagement.
“Next time you will keep the shoes on,” he murmurs as he looks me over.
He then lifts me up and out of my shoes in one swift move. I lock my legs around his waist as he moves us toward the bed. He lightly tosses me onto the bed before he begins to remove his own shirt and pants. He is not in a hurry as he pulls his shirt off his shoulders.
When he removes his pants he is once again not wearing any underwear. I lift a brow at him but I get a cocky grin as he strokes himself. My husband is beyond sexy. This is the first real look I am getting of him fully naked.
In the dictionary perfection has his picture next to it. His taunt tanned skin stretches over some of the hottest muscles I have ever seen. Uri’s body spells out trained discipline and oh God. How does such a beautiful man get to have such a beautiful cock too? I should be afraid but I am too wet and achy to think of fear.
I want him, all of him. He steps toward the bed still stroking himself and I nearly cream myself watching the roll and erotic play of his muscles as he moves. When I finally pull my eyes away from his body and easy stroking, I look into his eyes and groan.
If the heat coming off his gaze could ignite I would be on fire. I squeeze my legs together trying to relieve the ache. Uri climbs on the bed and reaches for my ankles, pulling me to the center of the bed. He releases my garter then reaches for my panties and slides them down my legs and off. He tosses them over his shoulder and runs his hands over my thighs.
“I want to taste you again. You were so sweet,” Uri rasps as he pulls my legs apart and settles between them staring at my wet and glistening sex.
“Yes, please,” I plead. I can’t take my eyes off him. His hair has fallen out of his carefully comb style and is spilling into his face as he looks longingly at my folds. He looks as if he is saying a prayer to my most private parts before he begins to worship them.
And worship he does. His head dips to my sex and Uri takes command of my body. I cry out and buck off the bed as he starts to eat me like a starving man having the most precious meal of his life.
His tongue caresses my folds over and over before flicking my clit then diving into my slick sex. He has a rhyme, rhythm, and reason to his method. I have the sheets clutched in my palms as my inner thighs start to shake. When Uri pushes my legs back pressing them into my sides and open my folds with his fingers I grab for his hair. I lock my fingers so tight into his blonde waves he groans into my core, causing me to cry out louder.
I start to rock my hips against his face as best I can with him pinning me to the bed. Uri is fucking me with his tongue in and out, in and out of my soaked core. When he adds a finger and then two I fade to black. The orgasm that rocks through me comes from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.
I am like goo melting into the sheets. If I thought he gave me pleasure last night I was mistaken and he hasn’t let up. I am trying to back away from him as he laps up my juices and sucks lightly on my sensitive nub. His fingers are still gently beckoning my g-spot to awaken to him once more. I feel my second orgasm roaring up and ringing in my ears. Uri growls into me as my sex tightens around his fingers. I am just catching my breath and bearings as Uri wrings another bone shattering orgasm from me.
“Oh Love, I want you so bad. I want to feel you around my cock like this. So wet and responsive,” he rasps while placing kisses to my inner thighs and my mound.
His face is glistening with my juices when he lifts his head to me. It is so hot to know that this man has been receiving pleasure from giving so much pleasure to me. He climbs up the bed to lay beside me. Cupping the back of my head he pulls me in for a passionate kiss.
I can taste my juices on his lips and tongue. I moan into his mouth because it tastes so amazing. I reach for his erection because I want to return the favor but he stops me. “I am telling you now that if you touch me right now I will lose it like a little school boy,” he says huskily.
I laugh and place my hand on his chest. “I want to touch you,” I plead.
“I need more than your touch, Baby. Do you trust me?” He asks. I am blown away at the sincere concern in his face.
I have no doubt of my answer. “Yes,” I reply anyhow.
“I want this to be as good for you as it will be for me. It is not in my nature, but for now I will give you all the control when we are in bed. The more you learn to trust me. The more we will do. Eventually you will be able to take me any way I choose to give it to you,” he licks his lips and looks over my naked form. He shifts in the bed until his back is to the head board, his eyes never leaving mine. “Come here, Valentina.”
I bite my lip as the weight of what we are about to do hits me. I am about to lose my virginity, finally. I don’t feel the panic I thought I would. I’m not sure if it is because he understands I can’t have him over me or if it is just the fact that I truly want my husband.
Either way Uri has once again bent my heart in his direction. I can do this. I can finally face this one demon. I straddle Uri’s lap careful not to touch his erection that is lying heavily against his stomach. He leans for a condom from the stash I am just noticing on the night stand.
He opens the foil packet with his teeth. He rolls the condom on his long, thick length and my eyes are glued to his every action. I won’t lie. I’m a bit disappointed that he is choosing to wear a condom. He knows I have never been with anyone else. It just serves as another reminder that this marriage is not real. The reminder grounds me.
This is just sex. He is my husband only in name.
My thoughts are interrupted as he grips my thighs and leans into kiss me. I give as good as I get sucking his tongue into my mouth. My hips rock against his of their own will. When I feel his cock twitch against my stomach my insides clinch.
He pats my thigh. “Sit on my cock, Love. Take your time, don’t rush it, take it nice and easy,” he whispers in my ear. His warm breath raises the hairs on my neck and sends chills down my spine.
He is letting me take all control. I reach between us wrapping my hand around his shaft to align it with my entrance. I am so eager I start to slide down the moment the head touches my slick folds.
He grabs my ass and halts my movements. His face is tight with what looks like pain. “Easy Bella, I don’t want to hurt you. Take it slow,” he strains out.
I nod my head as I marvel at the few inches that are now lodged in my body. I bite my lip and place my hands on his broad shoulders for leverage. He loosens his grip and I slowly slide down this time. I feel the resistance and pull back up a little. Uri reaches for my face and pulls me in for another kiss. This kiss is different from all the others. This one is almost sweet and reassuring. I grip his shoulders tighter and push down with a little more force this time. I whimper into his mouth as his thickness pushes through my barrier.
Uri curses and his fingers bite into my flesh. He holds me still as both our breathing has become harsh. I draw in a deep breath. He isn’t fully inside me but I feel so full. I blink a few times as I try to get used to the intrusion.
He grits his teeth. I can see the veins popping in his neck. I just need a second. I didn’t realize how overwhelmed I would be from his size and the tight fit I have around him.
“Are you okay,” he asked huskily as he kisses the side of my face and continues his kisses until he makes his way to my neck. I nod my head as I feel myself relaxing under the pull of his kisses. “Good, because I’m going to need you to move, Love.”
His voice is deeper than I have ever heard it. I know this is a bit much for him and I can’t help but fall a little more for him. I start to ease up and then down again. Each time I take a little more of him. With each pass I start to feel more pleasure than pain.
He moves his hand to the small of my back holding me to him as he sucks on my neck, sucking away the last of my discomfort. I’m becoming more than wet as I start to bounce with a little more vigor.
“Oh God, Uri,” I cry out.
“Yes Baby, that’s it,” he rasps. “Oh Love, you are so tight.”
I look into his eyes and everything about him is tight and controlled. From his tight jaw working under his tanned skin, to the strained muscles in his arms and the bulging veins in his neck, I know he is holding back.
This is not what I want. I don’t want him holding back from me. I want the raw male power that is always rolling off of him. I want the man that walked up to me in that store and had the confidence that he could and would have me.