Natasha lay on the couch, with nothing but a sheet covering her naked body. Her hair spread over the cushions and arm rest, her hand over her head, the other holding the sheet just where it covered her nipples.
A seductive expression on her face, as her husband spread his creativity on a canvas.
"You look so damn seductive right now, its a pain to stand here, and paint" he said, as his eyes kept switching from her to the canvas and back to her.
She smirked, but remained still, "Stop with the excuses, mister. I want that portrait today. You had your fun at night" she said, her voice teasing.
"When I finish this, I am gonna eat you" he said.
"Be careful, I'm too salty" she licked her lips.
He dropped the brush and walked to her, sitting on the floor, he got closer and his tongue was on her lower lip.
"Mine" he said his thumb touching the spot, "only my right to go dirty with these"
She rolled her eyes, "Don't ruin my pose. Go finish what you have started. I'm getting impatient " she said.
"Yes, ma'am" he said, resuming his place and work.
"I don't think I have done justice" he said, after a while, staring at the finished piece of art.
"Is it done? " she asked, "let me see"
She was getting up but he held his hand up to stop her, "Stay there, in that position " he commanded, "I have some more painting to do"
She made a confused expression, and her confusion was soon cleared, when he walked towards her, removing his shirt and then getting between her legs, towering her.
"You need to pay for my hard work" he said.
His lips brushed hers. Taking advantage of his position, she pushed him, and he fell on the floor. She laughed, getting up and running away, "Not until I am satisfied" she said. He made a defeated face.
She rushed to the canvas, and her jaw dropped at the marvel. The master of strokes, the perfection of his art, the colors, everything took her breath away.
He came to stand behind her and held her belly, kissing her jaw, "Satisfied? " he asked, in a whisper near her ear.
"Steve, this.. Gosh" she sighed, "this is gorgeous.. I.. I don't believe its me" she turned to face him, cupping his cheek with her free hand, "You are a true artist"
"I know, I am" he said, "but I always lacked true inspiration.. Which.." He pulled her close, " I found now"
She blushed a little, and he lifted her in his arms.
"Time for my pay" he said, "I need it in installments, its a lot of price you know, you won't be able to afford it all at once"
"Hmm, let me think.. Don't you feel this piece of art is priceless? And that it should be only gifted, not sold? " she teased him.
"Hard work always needs to be paid, madam. My fingers ache, and so does another part of body. I need to satisfy the hunger " he said, carrying her into their bedroom.
"Alright, what's the amount? " she asked.
"Don't pass out on knowing it" he said, lowering her to the bed.
"Oh God!! " she looked away, at the sight of his arousal.
He grabbed her ankle and pulled her down, towering her yet again.
"You are drowning me" he said, his voice a mix of pain, lust and desire.
"Then let me help you learn, how to swim" she said, holding the back of his head and then pulling it to her, their mouths connecting.
His fingers intertwined with hers and he pulled her hands to the sides, holding them there while he claimed her again and again. She screamed while she could, moaned into his mouth when he refused to let go.
She couldn't feel anything but him, all over her and inside her. The pleasure too much but too perfect. In such little time, he knew exactly how to make her reach her climax fast. He also knew how to tease her and make her beg.
His climax followed hers, and both of them took their time to feel it.
"I hate you" she said, between her heavy breaths.
"Are you sure? " he asked, panting himself, his fingers drawing circles over her bare abdomen.
"Positive " she said, teasingly.
His mouth was on her breast and she closed her eyes. This honeymoon was gonna be the best memory she would ever have. From the location to his wild desires, she enjoyed everything too much.
"Steve? " she said, between her moans.
"Yes, baby" he looked up, to see into her green eyes.
"Promise me, you'll bring me here, at least once every year" she said.
"I promise " he said, pecking her lips.
She smiled.
"Too tired? " he asked.
"Mm, hmm" she couldn't even speak.
"Then let me get you a warm bath" he said.
Preparing the bath, he carried her in and they both soaked into the large bath tub, her head resting on his chest, while he played with her fingers.
She was too grateful and couldn't even believe how lucky she got. The perfect husband, who valued every wish of her, took the best of care, and gave her the best of pleasures. Who made her feel like a queen.
She stayed relaxed, her eyes closed and he scrubbed her.
"Don't you ever get tired? " she asked.
"I do, but not when I get to be with my wife" he said, "You only feed my energy"
She smiled, even his words filled her with warmth. He was all she needed and cared about now. No responsibilities, nothing to take care of. Just him, taking care of her.
Maybe she was too happy, or maybe she was falling in love. If love was this amazing, if love was this way, she would surely surrender. But she didn't know, and she didn't care. She chose to live in the moment, be happy, with her husband.
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