Los Angeles. Vin’s and Luna’s house. Black Star.
Luna entered the guestroom and heard Vin groaning and cursing over the steady sound of water running in the shower. He was jerking himself off, again.
Vin was not a man used to going without sex for long and Luna knew without a trace of doubt that if Vin didn’t have what he needed at home; he would go find it outside. So Luna made up her mind, thinking about the only useful piece of information her mother shared with her once.
Of course, back then Luna’s mother had been completely toasted because she had found that her husband just had an affair with his secretary.
“When you spread your legs for a man you have to make sure you’re not only fucking his body, but also making his most secret fantasies come true.”
That advice, along with the popular saying ‘a woman must act like a lady in public but like a whore in bed’ had been the premises her mother had based her entire life on, and not even after doing that for years could she stop her husband from cheating on her.
Of course, she had forgotten the most important thing of all; to actually love your husband.
Luna chuckled sadly. That was also the longest conversation that she had had with her own mother since she was considered an adult. Her mother always showed more concern about herself rather than spending time with her own family.
Luna gasped, horrified, thinking about the possibility of turning into the thing she hated most; her mother. But then she grinned remembering a joke that her older sister used to make, referring to her.
“She wants to have a mink coat in her wardrobe, a Jaguar parked at the door and a tiger in bed. But what she really has is a cat in the kitchen, a Seat Panda parked at the door and a pig in bed.”
Vin’s deep, sultry voice moaning her name pulled Luna out of her thoughts and she couldn’t help but giggle.
She didn’t have a mink coat in her wardrobe but she hated those. She didn’t have a Jaguar but a beautiful dark green Mercedes SL 600 parked outside her absolutely amazing house. And even though she wasn’t sure if she had a pig in bed Luna did know without a doubt right now that she had a horny as hell tiger in the shower ready to unleash its hunger on her.
Luna grinned widely and without wasting any more time, she started undressing, padding to the bathroom of the guestroom.
Vin shut his eyes tightly and cursed himself silently. He was so fucked up he couldn’t think clearly anymore. This was hell and Luna was the Devil punishing him for his sins. He didn’t know how much time Luna was going to keep this shit up but Vin doubted he would survive. He missed her too damn much; he desperately needed his wife. His cock agreed, it missed that wet hot pussy too.
“Shit…” Vin cursed under his breath. This couldn’t be healthy at all. Sharing thoughts with his cock?! He was going fucking insane damn fast. What would come next? Talking to it?
Vin shook his head and sped up his strokes, tightly gripping his dick as he conjured a vision of Luna’s dripping pussy contracting around him.
“Shit, Luna…” He groaned. Vin would have sworn that he could smell his wife all round him.
He was so consumed on the task at hand he didn’t hear the door of the shower sliding open and a very naked Luna stepping in.
She chewed her lower lip and her eyes widened at the vision of Vin stroking the entire length of his dick up and down, squeezing the head hard.
Luna felt her heart jumping inside her chest and her pussy wetting in seconds. It was too damn sexy for words.
The muscles of his back were bunching under that caramel colour skin she loved. Hundreds of drops of water sliding down those same broad shoulders, spilling in fast rivulets, drawing narrowing lines over his perfect rounded butt. His thighs muscles clenching, his strong biceps contracting in time with each hard stroke.
His brows furrowed in concentration and his face almost screwed up as a painful hiss passed his parted lips, teeth gritted to the point of breaking.
Vin felt soft lips being pressed right in the centre of his shoulder blades as two arms circled his waist. His eyes snapped open and he tensed, letting out a deep growl.
His nerves were already on fire and when Luna’s hands rested over his, applying pressure as she pressed her naked body to him, Vin lost himself.
He removed his hands and circled Luna’s body, squeezing her ass. Luna sucked his neck and stroked him with both her hands, slowing a little the frantic rhythm Vin had kept seconds before.
Whispering his name against his ear, she slid one hand down, cupping his balls, massaging them.
She knew how he liked to be touched and she was planning to do it the right way.
“Oh, fuck…Luna…” Vin groaned, digging his fingers in her butt, pulling her even closer to him. He could feel Luna’s erect nipples pressed against his back. “Please, baby…”
She was torturing him setting that slow pace.
Luna grinned wickedly and nibbled his earlobe. “Come for me, Vin…pretend it’s my dripping pussy gripping you tightly, baby…” She whispered huskily, pumping his shaft faster as her hands squeezed his swollen member hard.
Said and done.
Growling, Vin tensed every single muscle in his body and came with such force he almost lost his balance. His hands shot forward searching for support and his palms slammed the tiled wall.
Luna kept stroking him the way he liked as Vin rode his orgasm, panting until he emptied completely. Then she ducked under his arm, standing in front of him.
Marcela’s words echoed faintly inside her brain and Luna shut her eyes tightly, fighting back tears.
She was not going to let that old bitch destroy her husband; she would find a way out of this messy situation. She would not let anyone hurt them again. She would find a way to protect them from anyone who tried to tear them apart.
Luna’s arms circled his neck as she tiptoed on her bare feat, pulling Vin to her, holding him tightly. She shivered hard and buried her face in his neck, breathing deeply.
She had no clue about how she was going to do that. Whatever Marcela was plotting couldn’t be worse than all the shit they had already gone through together, right? They had been married for just three weeks, that was true, but they had shared in months a lot more than most marriages in years.
Vin encircled Luna’s waist with one arm and opened his eyes, blinking. His breath was still ragged, recovering from his climax and he leaned forward, trapping Luna against the tiled wall and his body.
“I promise you I will never hurt you again, ever.” Vin whispered breathlessly as his other hand slid down, her side, cupping a breast.
Luna swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” She whispered hoarsely.
Vin tensed, hearing her voice and knotting his hand in her hair, he tilted his head back to look at Luna’s eyes.
“I know I’m not the man you deserve, baby but I’ll do my best to measure up to your expectations.” He said, his eyes flickering to hers, a shadow of concern and sadness sparkling in those chocolate brown eyes. “I mean it, Luna.” Vin whispered, nuzzling her cheek.
Luna closed her eyes, smiling sadly. “I know you mean it, Vin.”
Those words probably were the most honest thing that had come out of his mouth in weeks.
Vin slid his hands down her sides to cup her breasts. Luna trembled at his touch, feeling his fingers playing with her stiffened nipples, and shuddered when he pressed them together and lowered his head, sucking them back and forth.
A loud moan passed her lips and Luna leaned her head back, resting it against the wall as her hands caressed his nape and shoulders.
Then Vin let her go for a second and grabbing one of the shower heads, he worked his way down, kissing and nipping her skin until he dropped on his knees.
Luna’s eyes flew open as she bent her head, meeting his gaze.
The shadow of concern and sadness had been replaced by lust and love, and she shivered in anticipation.
As if in slow motion, Vin lifted her right thigh, resting it over his shoulder all the while his gaze holding hers, a promise of what was to come flashing in his eyes.
Luna stroked his cheek, feeling her heart beating faster. “Are you going to make me beg you?” She asked, swallowing hard.
Vin’s lustful gaze turned mischievous for a second, as if he considered paying her back.
“Not yet…” He whispered, kissing her mound gently, lingering on his caress.
Luna narrowed her eyes slightly.
She should have known that Vin was going to make sure she thought twice about punishing him again using sex as a weapon against him.
Vin reached for one of the taps and set the temperature to cold, keeping the other stream of water hot. He didn’t want Luna freezing to death when he was done with her.
“I won’t beg you.” She whispered defiantly, a wicked grin tugging the corner of her mouth.
Vin chuckled, leaving the head of the shower running cold water at his side.
“Oh, Luna…you will, baby…” He growled, his full lips pressed against her curls sending the deep vibration directly to her core. “I swear to God you will…” Vin whispered as his hands, palms open stroked all the way up her inner thighs.
A sharp intake of breath was his reward and Vin grinned playfully.
He would make his wife beg for him to fuck her in less than three minute or his stage name wouldn’t be Vin Diesel anymore.
Slowly, Vin traced the outer lips of her sex, eliciting a soft groan that slipped between her parted lips before Luna was able to stop it. Then she spread her labia apart exposing her clit.
Luna cursed silently and dropped her head back, resting it against the tiled wall one more time.
She was not going to beg. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
With the fingers of his left hand he kept her inner labia spread apart, her clit growing hard in front of his eyes.
Vin swallowed dryly. No matter how many times he saw that wonderful vision, he always got hard in a second. He fought back the urge to fuck Luna senseless even though his dick had started to argue.
Shut the fuck up, big guy.
Vin laughed silently. There, he was already talking with his own cock.
Now, he was sure that that couldn’t be healthy at all, but right now, he didn’t want to think about it. His cock was going to have to wait because he had other plans in mind and now it was the time for his fingers and his tongue to play.
With his free hand, Vin reached for the shower head and positioned it a few inches from Luna’s sex.
Luna gasped in surprise, shivering and all her skin turned to goose bumps when she felt the stream of cold water against her clit, massaging it in circles. She couldn’t help but wonder if Vin had been sneaking in her notes when she wasn’t around.
Luna was planning to write a collection of short erotic stories and she had been writing notes with several love scenes that she had in mind. That was one of the future projects Luna had been discussing with Allison.
After what Luna had found out at HBO she had told Allison that she didn’t want to keep working with them. So her agent had contacted a couple of publishing houses and they had showed interest in Luna’s erotic tales.
Of course that was one of the options and Luna had kept those plans to herself, not sharing them with anybody and much less with Vin. She didn’t want a repeat of what had taken place with HBO.
She felt her clit going numb when all of sudden Vin’s hot tongue was swirling around it, sucking gently.
The contrast of temperatures sent Luna to the edge and she felt herself growing even wetter in a second flat. She tensed and bit her lips hard but she couldn’t suppress the loud moan that left her lips. She was damn close and Vin noticed. So just as fast as he had started sucking it, he let it go with a soft tug.
Luna groaned in frustration. Vin was more than ready to make her to beg but she still refused to concede. However, she knew that it was a lost battle but still Luna needed that little control over Vin.
Too bad that Vin also needed to claim what was his, making sure that Luna didn’t forget that she was his wife, his woman, HIS.
Ten minutes later, Luna was whimpering, her body trembling, desperate to reach her climax and ready to beg like there wasn’t a tomorrow.
Vin had kept her teetering at the very edge, only to retreat at the very last second, denying Luna her climax. All her body felt on fire and Luna was about to lose her sanity.
Vin didn’t feel any better. His own cock had started to beg a couple of minutes ago. Watching Luna’s pussy contracting in plain view, her juices running down her legs mixed with the water was pure torture.
“Please…let me cum, Vin…” Luna whispered hoarsely. She couldn’t take it anymore. She just needed to come or she would pass out.
It was fine with him, he had won.
Vin grinned and thrust two fingers inside her as he sucked her clit eagerly, growling deeply.
Luna tensed her spine and came hard, crying his name for all she was worthy. She closed her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks and felt Vin’s hands holding her waist lowering her.
She was still recovering form the intensity of her orgasm when her breasts pressed against Vin’s chest.
Luna blinked away her blurry vision and realized Vin was carrying her to the bed inside the guestroom.
She circled his neck, stroking his cheek with hers and Vin lowered her onto the bed turning her over.
They were still soaking wet from the shower and Luna laughed softly.
“You’re going to wet the bed.” Luna whispered, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.
“Fuck the bed; I’m not sleeping here tonight.” Vin replied, grinning as he kneeled behind her.
He then sat on his heels and, grabbing Luna’s hips, he pulled her to him. She rubbed herself against his hard member, feeling Vin was positioning himself at her entrance.
She tried to stand on all fours but Vin spread his legs, spreading hers as well, exposing her whole sex to him. Then he circled her hip and pressed two fingers against her engorged clit, pressing it lightly and in one fast move he thrust home, burying himself to Luna’s core, pinching the little nub between his fingers.
Luna cried in ecstasy and came again. Vin grinned and, removing his fingers from her clit, he started slamming hard and fast inside Luna’s delicious body.
She smiled widely and raising her torso, she rested her elbows on the bed. In no time she was thrusting back, meeting Vin’s moves. He grabbed her hips and kept pounding into that wet hot pussy he loved like a man possessed.
Damn! They were going to have one hell of a night. He was going to make up for the five days Luna had been leaving him out in the cold and he was going to make sure that Luna walked funny for at least two days.
Val’s and Renee’s place (At the same time)
“Are you sure, Val?” Renee asked, shyly.
Val sighed softly, nodding ‘yes’ eagerly.
“Yep, absolutely. Floral white.” He said, tapping one of the fabric samples that were spread all over the table, showing different colors and textures.
Renee glanced at the sample that Val had in his hand and realized that he had chosen the ivory, thinking it was floral white and she giggled. Val was too adorable for her own good.
Val still didn’t see the difference at all but he had taken enough shit and he desperately wanted to move on.
And to think, Vin had been whining because he had been jerking himself off for five days. Val had gone without sex for almost two weeks and here he was, talking about napkins and tablecloths and color ranges because that was what he was supposed to do.
Renee rested her hands in her lap, knotting them, and glanced at Val’s bandaged forearm. Val had ended up going to the hospital because the cut needed stitches, four actually, Renee felt so guilty that she didn’t know what to say.
It had been months since she had gone through one of her tantrums, throwing things at Val. She never expected to hit him though, mostly because Val always managed to dodge whatever object Renee picked up to throw at him.
“I’m so sorry, Valentino. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Renee whispered, ashamed, and looked down unable to meet Val’s gaze.
Valentino shook his head as he gently put a knuckle under Renee’s chin, lifting her head, locking eyes with his future wife.
“Hey, it’s okay, princess.” He whispered, leaning his head forward, kissing her nose. “You are under a lot of stress and I was acting like a damn moron.” Val added, smiling.
“You are under the same stress and you don’t walk around throwing things at me.” Renee whispered in a teary voice, pressing her forehead against him.
Val chuckled. “But I tore apart the boxing bag.” He replied, grinning, causing Renee to laugh softly.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” She said, grinning.
“No, princess, Vin will buy me a new one and that fucker better make sure it’s the best available on the market.” Val replied firmly, even though he was grinning.
Renee smiled widely and met his gaze. “What can I do to compensate you?” She said seriously.
Val knit a brow, tilting his head back.
“What would you do, Renee?”
“Anything…” She purred, a breath away from his lips.
“Anything?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.
In response Renee nodded ‘yes’. “That’s what I said.”
Val’s dick twitched inside his cotton pants just hearing Renee’s voice. He closed the distance between their mouths. His passionate kiss stole Renee’s breath and left her shaking to the core.
“Come up here, princess.” He whispered, tapping the table.
In response Renee shivered in anticipation but complied without saying a word.
When she was sitting on the table, Val rested his hands upon her thighs and spread her legs apart as far as they could go. Then he moved his chair aside and stood between them.
“Val…” Renee whispered, stroking his hair.
“You lie back down and relax, okay?” Val said, sliding his hands down the cotton fabric of her shorts, stroking her thighs up and down.
Renee did as told and laid back down, resting her upper body upon the different samples. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Val grinned at the view in front of him. He knew he wouldn’t last long this time; it had been too many days, but he would compensate Renee later.
In one fluid move, Val got rid of Renee’s shorts and panties, and pushed down his pants. Then he lifted her legs, resting her calves on his shoulders and grabbed the base of his dick, stroking the length up and down.
Val almost came then and there when pressing forward he found Renee soaking wet and ready for him. He groaned, feeling her soft flesh, burning hot and slowly he spread her labia apart with his thumbs.
Renee’s eyes flew open and she met his gaze. Her hand slid down her belly and rubbed her clit gently, Val’s eyes widened for a second and in one fast stroke, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt.
A scream of pleasure rose from Renee’s chest as her gaze turned dizzy. It had been too many days.
Val pulled out almost completely and stroked in again. He was moving very slowly at first, trying to last longer, but there was no use. He was too damn horny and Renee’s inner muscles were gripping him for dear life.
In minutes, he was slamming home again and again, in and out, over and over. The table rattled; it hadn’t been designed for such a frantic action.
Renee writhed her hips, moaning louder and louder, and Val sped even more, completely lost in Renee’s moves.
She had removed her shirt and was now pinching her nipples, moaning Val’s name.
“Renee…I’m not gonna last much more, princess…” He whispered breathlessly, feeling his balls tightening almost painfully. “Touch yourself, mi amor.”
Renee’s eyes flew open as her hand slid down, rubbing her clit in frantic circles. That was all it took.
She arched her back completely, losing the rhythm of her own caresses and screamed Val’s name. Her inner walls contracted hard and Val grabbed her hips.
Pounding like a mad man, he shut his eyes and threw his head back. The next sound that echoed all over the apartment was Renee’s name tore from his chest as Val shot his seed, slamming one final time.
All his body tensed and he kept thrusting inside Renee’s body, out of rhythm, until he emptied completely.
Renee opened her eyes, blinking and found Val shaking, still grabbing her hips for dear life. His eyes were shut tightly and his cheeks were wet with tears?
“Valentino?” She asked, concern in her voice. “Mi amor…look at me…” Renee whispered softly, her vision blurring.
Val sighed hard and slowly, his eyes opened and he met her teary gaze with tears in his eyes.
“I love you so fucking much sometimes it hurts, you know?” Val whispered, releasing her hips.
Renee pushed up completely and lifted her hands, cupping Val’s face, wiping away his tears.
He slipped out of her body and encircled her waist, hugging her tightly. Renee felt his massive arms around her body and pressed herself to him even more. Then without saying anything she pulled down his head and kissed him softly.
“I love you, Valentino Morales.” Renee whispered, brushing her lips across his.
Val let out a heavy sigh and, letting go of her with one arm, he reached blindly for one of the samples that were crammed down Renee’s butt and cleaned both of them without releasing Renee from his embrace.
“Val!!” Renee gasped as her eyes widened completely when her brain registered with which sample Val had cleaned them.
She had to return those samples to the shop the following day.
Val chuckled and moved forward a little, showing Renee the piece of fabric stained with their cum.
“See? Now everybody can distinguish between floral white, white and ivory.” Val joked, throwing it aside.
Renee burst out laughing hard, shaking her head.
Val had picked up the sample showing a soft, pale yellow.