The Unspoken Vow

Chapter Fourteen

Ivan

I walked beside Nyah, our hands intertwined as her eyes darted from one shop stand to the next, glittering as if she was looking at gold.
"So, where to next?" She asked.
I shrugged. "We'll shop around here first, buy whatever you want and we can go on the yacht for dinner,"
Her eyes brightened when she looked up at me. " I'm Okay," She grinned
I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it, spending time with her had become so comforting, so routine that it all felt natural.
Waking up and going to sleep with her in my arms, holding her hand, kissing her whenever I wanted. It was supposed to be like that, wasn't it? Marriage. Did she want it like that?
We walked from booth to booth, the vendors making us try pieces of fruits and sweets, I bought the ones Nyah enjoyed. She bought little things to bring home, lots for Eliana and some for Malachi and Kaian. And through it all, she kept her hand in mine.
We neared a pen shop and she squeezed my hand. "Can we go in there? I wanna see if they have nice pencils," she asked, leading me towards the entrance.
"What do you need pencils for?" I asked her as we walked in.
"My annotations," she answered, smiling at the cashier.
We went to the back, where boxes of an assortment of pens and pencils were on display.
"Personally, I hate pencils, the sound they make on paper gives me goosebumps, mechanical pencils are good because they write pretty smooth, the good ones, at least, but they damage the pages sometimes, so I use normal pencils." She explained, letting go of my hand to sort through the pencils.
"Why not pens?" I asked, watching her test them out on paper, some making her shiver.
"Because I make lots of mistakes when I write too fast, I don't want to use correctors on my books," she answered.
I nodded in understanding, still in awe of her focus on finding just the right pencil.
She shrugged with a sigh. "Nothing new, they're all the same, let's go?" She asked, holding out her hand and wiggling her fingers at me.
I took it and followed her out of the shop.
"You had a yacht to show me?"

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We quickly went back to the house after our street market shopping and got ready for dinner. I watched Nyah smearing some of her lipstick on her cheeks then blending it with her fingers and then her lips, rubbing them together afterwards.
She took a pink bottle from her purse and sprayed the perfume on her neck, wrists and the skin between her boobs.
God, I was fucking mesmerized. It was still unbelievable sometimes that Nyah was my wife.
"This," I said, taking the bottle and holding it up to read the label; Lost Cherry, Tom Ford. "Has been driving me crazy," I told her, spraying some on the inside of my suit jacket.
"Ivan! Now you're gonna smell like a woman." She said, taking the bottle back and shoving it in her purse, a playful smile on her lips.
"Yes, I'm gonna smell like my woman," I said, pulling her to me and kissing her.
She pulled back, laughing. "You're going to smear my lipstick!"
I lifted her onto the vanity and kissed her again. "You can do it again later, I want to kiss you,"
Before I could do what I wanted, she pushed me away gently and went back down, crossing her arms.
"I was promised a dinner on a yacht with the sunset as my view," she said, looking up at me.
I sighed, put my hand on her waist and led her out of the house, because my wife gets whatever the fuck she wants. I liked it that way and I'll make sure it stays that way.
We didn't need to drive to the yacht, the ocean was in our backyard and when we were finally on board, dinner was just about to be served.
As I sat there, enjoying my night with Nyah, I began to realize that the ocean would always remind me of her. Especially during the sunsets, when the ocean is most beautiful. The way the sun brightens the water as it descends from the sky is the same as her smile brightening her eyes, sparkling so much that her whole face lit up. I would kill anyone who took away that smile.
"Ivan?" She asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I cleared my throat and focused on her face. "Yes, love?" I asked, and her shoulders relaxed, a small smile on her lips.
"Why don't we go watch the stars?" She asked, standing up.
I stood up with her, we had the yacht all to ourselves except for the crew, of course. It was just us.
We went up to the roof of the yacht and Nyah sat down, her dress hiking up mid thigh, showing off her sun kissed legs.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching her look up at the stars, when she realized I didn't sit beside her, she looked back and cocked her head to the side in silent question.
"Take your dress off," I said.
Her eyes widened, her cheeks reddening. "Now?" She asked.
"Now,"
She took a deep breath then looked at me again, her eyes glossy with lust. "Take it off me,"
I clenched my jaw, refraining from moving too fast, refraining myself from letting my dick decide for me, because if I had it that way, Nyah would be face down on the damn floor screaming for me.
The thought alone made me push off the door frame and stalk forward, keeping our eyes locked, she was smiling expectantly but her eyes were cautious.
"Do you trust me, Nyah?" I asked, holding out my hand for her to take.
"Yes, I do," she breathed, taking my hand. I pulled her to her feet and pulled her into my arms, kissing the air out of her.
I wanted, needed, her so damn badly it was taking all control over myself to take it slow.
Relishing the feel of her lips on mine, the way her breathing came in short gasps, her hands exploring me, I kissed her neck, the skin between her breasts, her wrists, then stepped back, sitting down on one of the beach chairs laid out on the roof.
"Come here," I ordered.
She bit her lower lip, a smile still on her swollen lips and walked forward. When she got close enough, I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around so that her back faced me. I unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall down, pooling at her feet.
I sucked in a breath at the damn sight of her in a bikini. My imagination was clearly not good enough. I've seen her naked, seen her breathless and wet for me but with nothing but the stars and the moon shining down her body and the smell of the ocean heightening my senses, this was something else.
"Fuck," I mumbled, pulling her closer, kissing her lower back, my hands still on her hips. I trailed kissed up her spine, lowering her onto my lap and she moaned, reaching back to touch the back of my neck.
I let my hand cover one of her breasts, squeezing and palming over the soft cloth of her bikini top. Satisfied by the sounds she was making, I let my hand trail down her stomach, grazing my fingers lightly over her warm skin and sucked on the soft flesh of her neck.
She was grinding her ass on my dick, making me harder than I already was, her breathy little moans adding fuel to the damn fire and without any warning, I ripped off her bikini, leaving her wet core exposed to the cool air. She released a gasp then grabbed onto the edge of the chair, leaning forward, giving me a better view of her perfectly shaped ass.
"You're so fucking wet, love," I groaned, pressing my thumb on her clit.
"Ivan," she moaned, her knuckles turning white from gripping the chair so tightly.
I fingered her, circling my fingers over her clit, her breathing growing harder and harder. I shoved two fingers into her wet heat, my other hand wrapping around her hair, pulling her head back, making her moan breathily.
I lifted her up, keeping my hand pressed on her stomach so she was steady against my chest as I unzipped and unbuttoned my pants with the other hand. She got up fully, turning around so she faced me and took the condom from my hand, ripping it open with her teeth and rolling it down my cock.
She put her hands on my shoulders and her legs on either side of me, on her knees so we were eye level, she grabbed my dick with one hand and positioned it in front of her entrance, lowering herself slowly, a low and breathy moan leaving her throat. I groaned at how tight she was, grasping her hips tightly and pulling her down all the way. She gasped, then bit her lip, closing her eyes tight.
The pressure in my groin built as I kept pulling her down on me, thrusting into her fast and hard, the sounds she made doing nothing to ease the pressure. Her breasts bounced against my chest and the chair creaked beneath us but I couldn't give two fucks about anything else in this moment.
Just her, only her, always her.
Her grip on my shoulders tightened and she cried out, her orgasm pooling where our bodies were joined. White and glimmering in the moonlight. I kept fucking her, fucked her until her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she was shaking, fucked her until I came, burying my face in her neck, releasing a groan.
She slumped against me, breathing hard, her hands still clenched around my suit jacket.
"You make me feel so good, Ivan," she whispered.
I could die right now, happily, knowing those words left her mouth.