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“Fuck, Piotr!” she shrieks as I fuck her with an intensity she hasn’t experienced yet.

I rut into her like a wild animal. My cock drives deeper with each thrust, and I know I won’t last. Pulling her up so her back is flush against my chest, I wrap my arm around her waist and pound into her hot little pussy. Squeezing her breast hard, I pinch her nipple. Olivia whines and writhes against me, but I don’t let up. As warm water cascades over us, I kiss her neck, then suck until I’m sure I’ve left a mark.

“Piotr!” Olivia’s tight channel squeezes around me and I can’t hold back any longer. My balls draw up tight and my cock swells. I pull out of her and my cum splatters across her thighs.

Breathing harshly, I drop my head to Olivia’s shoulder and hold her as she quivers with the aftershocks of her orgasm. A few seconds pass before Olivia wriggles out of my embrace. She peers up at me from beneath her thick eyelashes, blinking aswater gets in her eyes. I cup her cheek with my hand, and she leans into me, seeking reassurance.

“That was incredible,malyskha.”

“Yes, it was.” She doesn’t sound like she means it.

“Wasn’t it good for you?” I ask.

“It was amazing. It’s just, well… do you think I’m a slut?”

I don’t know where that’s coming from. Is she still thinking about the message she got at the wedding?

“Why would I think you’re a slut?”

“Well, I’ve let you fuck me on a plane, in a laundry room, in the shower.” She drops her gaze to the floor. “That all seems pretty slutty to me.”

“Is this a Catholic thing?”

Olivia scoffs. “I haven’t set foot in church for anything but a wedding or a funeral since I was eight years old.” She purses her lips.

“Then it’s your brothers to blame.”

“You think?”

“They chastise you for every little thing they think you’ve done wrong. They kept boys at arm’s length. It’s given you a fear of exploring your desires.”

Olivia contemplates that for a moment, then nods. “You know just how to make me feel better. Of course it’s my brothers’ fault I have these doubts about myself. Everything’s their fault.”

“You want me to beat them up for you?”

Olivia laughs. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that. Well, unless you want to punch Leo. He’s a dick.”

“Leo’s the worst of them?”

“He’d die for me just like the rest of them would, but he’d use his last breath to tell me my skirt was too short.”

I laugh, but make a note to tell Leo to watch how he speaks to my wife in the future. Olivia turns her back on me and grabs the shampoo. She washes her hair and then lathers shower gel over her whole body. I also wash and we step out of the shower together. There are two fluffy white robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door. The housekeeper must have left them there for us. I hold one out for Olivia and she slips her arms into the sleeves. She ties the belt around her waist and heads back into the bedroom. I put on my robe and follow her.

She picks up her purse and takes out her cellphone. I sit on the bed. Olivia fiddles about with her phone for a couple of minutes, presumably answering messages.

“Come sit with me,” I say as she puts her phone away. “We still have a while before we have to get ready for our tour of the Louvre.”

“You want to snuggle?” she asks as I open my arms for her to clamber onto my lap.

“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t want to wreck my ice prince persona.”

Olivia settles against my chest, and I enjoy our closeness. This isn’t something I craved until I set my sights on her. Now I think I could develop a real cuddling habit. I stroke her hair and her breathing gets deeper. I think she’s asleep until she speaks.

“We haven’t talked about kids.”

The topic shouldn’t surprise me considering we’re newly married, but I still find myself entirely unprepared.

“Aren’t you on the pill?” I know she is because I saw a full medical report on her before we married, not that I’ll ever tell her that.