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I stand in the corner of the crowded room, sipping whiskey and letting the chatter and laughter wash over me in a moment of solitude. After an entire summer of traveling to various destinations, our families have gathered for a reunion, and I feel utter joy at the sight of us all together.

But, it’s her I keep my sight on the most. My wife, Lara.

Lara confidently makes her way through the room toward me. But, before she can reach me, a hand gently reaches for her upper back, vying for her attention.

"Ah, there she is, the queen of the party," my brother Artyom remarks, nudging me with his elbow. I chuckle softly, knowing he's right. Rumor has it that her solar power plan has been implemented and is showing tremendous results.

“You know,” Sergei comes up from the other side. “Ivan has asked for a private meeting with Lara soon.”

“Really?” Artyom’s mouth hangs open. I also turn to Sergei, surprise etched across my face. A meeting with Ivan, the Pakhan, is no small achievement.

“It’s true,” Sergei says. “She’s blown him away.”

“Or maybe,” Artyom chimes in. “Ivan’s a smart man and is going to try to convince her to be rid of you soon enough.”

"Watch your mouth, Brother. That's my wife you're talking about," I tease him with a smirk, unable to hide my pride.

As I watch Lara from across the room, I see her engaging in playful banter with some of my uncles and cousins. She holds her own with ease, her mischievous nature shining through as she shows them a magic trick she recently learned, keeping them enthralled. It's no wonder they've all grown fond of her—she has a unique ability to make everyone feel at ease around her.

"Hey, don't look so smug! We all know you're lucky to have her," Artyom says, interrupting my thoughts. I can't argue with him, though—luck definitely played a part in bringing Lara into my life.

"Trust me, I know how fortunate I am," I reply earnestly, my eyes never leaving Lara. “Excuse me,” I say, stepping forward. “There’s somewhere I need to be.”

I begin walking toward her.

“Oi,” Mikhail and Artyom try to get my attention back, but I ignore them.

It’s torture, watching my wife from afar. I need to be by her side.

She’s deep in conversation with Vanya, Anoushka, and Robin now. I reach the cluster of women and slide my arms around her waist from behind.

“Oh!” Lara asks, surprised. She turns her neck to me, giving me her cheek, which I gently kiss. I let her go, and stand by her side, saying my hellos to the girls.

“Your husband loves you way too much,” Vanya observes sharply, peering at me through her sunglasses. A large, silver pair—I figure it’s more of a fashion statement than anything else.

Lara’s eyes twinkle with mischief as she wraps her arm around mine, and I can't help but grin.

"Can I just pull you away for a brief second, my love?" I ask, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Of course. But any longer, and I’ll charge you by the second," she replies with a wink, and I know I wouldn't have it any other way.

As we walk through, Denis stops us. "I still haven't forgiven you for beating me at poker last month," he tells Lara.

"Neither has your wallet, I imagine," Lara teases back, her laughter like music to my ears and she pulls me away, leaving a chuckling Denis behind.

"Finally," I breathe out when I have her all to myself against the wall in a secluded corner. "I've been waiting for a moment alone with you all evening."

"Patience is a virtue, Dima," she teases, her voice low and sultry. "But I must admit, I couldn't stand to be apart from you any longer either."

My hand finds hers as we make our way further down the hall, away from prying eyes. Our steps are hurried, fueled by the desire that's been building between us all night. As we reach a guest bathroom, I open the door and pull Lara inside, locking it behind us.

"Alone at last," she echoes my earlier sentiment, her lips curving into a playful smile.

"With no time to waste," I reply, my voice husky with longing as I take her shoulders and slam her gently against the wall, my fingers tugging with the hem of her dress.

"Sometimes the best things in life are worth waiting for," she murmurs, her fingers tracing the outline of my jaw.

"Like?" I ask, a soft laugh escaping me.

“Like the sight of you naked,” she whispers, with urgency, reaching out to pull my coat off me.

I grab her wrists with a smirk, holding them firmly above her head. "Then maybe we shouldn't keep the best things waiting any longer," I suggest my tone low and filled with promise.

Her eyes darken with desire as she tilts her head back, inviting my lips to kiss along her neck. I oblige with fervor, planting hungry kisses along her skin until I reach the hollow of her throat. The sound of her soft moans spurs me on, igniting a fire within me that can only be quenched by her.

The air in the guest bathroom suddenly feels more urgent, Lara's eyes practically glowing with desire. With her back against the wall, my fingers play with the delicate straps of her dress. Our gazes lock, and it's as if a spark ignites between us.

My hands find their way to the hem, and in one swift swoop, I have the dress off her.

“What the…” my voice trails off.

“Surprised?” she asks, giving me a slow twirl of her completely naked, gorgeous body.

I clench my fist to my mouth to stop myself from groaning out loud. She wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath that dress all night. And to imagine that I didn’t know…

I move forward, my hands resting beneath her ass, and she jumps, wrapping her arms around my waist. I moan and slam her against the wall again, nipping at her breast, before placing her on the counter next to the sink.

With her arms still wrapped around me, her pussy hot against my bulge, she unbuttons my shirt. I don’t let her bother with my belt, casting it aside myself. She releases her hold on me, and I hurriedly remove all remaining items of clothing.

“God,” I whisper, nearing her again. “You are a piece of art, you know that?” I murmur into her neck, my fingers tracing the edges of her nipples, which harden under my touch. Her body, so familiar yet always breathtaking, leaves me in awe.

She, on the other hand, reaches for my cock, her hand wrapping around my shaft, stroking slowly.

Though I was already hard, she’s making me harder.

I step closer, gently cupping her breasts, feeling their warmth and fullness in my palms. Leaning in, I take one nipple into my mouth, teasing and sucking softly while my other hand massages the other breast. Lara moans, her hands gripping my cock tighter, her body responding to my every touch.

"Ah, Dima," she sighs, her eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the sensations. "Fuck me already.”

Her pleasure spurs me on, and I’m not one to deny my wife what she wants. Besides, I’m afraid she has the power to make me cum with her hands alone.

Unable to resist any longer, I swiftly pull her off the counter, trailing my hand up her thighs. She trembles in the wake of my journey up to her pussy. While she stands, I put a finger in her parting, tapping at her walls briefly. She feels wet, and is getting wetter with each tap. She trembles, threatening to fall to the floor as she throws her neck back and pants my name, my one arm sliced around her waist, the only thing holding her trembling frame up.

“Oh, Dima…” she moans, her gorgeous eyes wincing together in anticipation.

But we don’t have much time.

"Turn around," I whisper huskily, removing my finger despite her protests, my voice thick with need and urgency as I guide Lara to face the sink. She complies without hesitation, her hands gripping the edges of the countertop as she arches her back, presenting herself to me.

"God, you're beautiful," I murmur, admiring the stunning sight before me.

Our eyes meet in the mirror's reflection, our gazes locked with desire as we share a moment of silent understanding.

"Look at us," Lara whispers, her words laced with wonder, her gaze still locked with mine in the mirror. "We belong together."

“We do,” I murmur, positioning myself behind her, taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart, my eyes fixed on that gorgeous face and body in the mirror before us.

I ram into her pussy, and she thrusts forward from the force, her fingers digging into the sink. Her body, bent over before my large, muscular body, looks so innocent…so petite…so delicate.

“Fuck me harder,” she moans.

I groan and dig my fingers into her hips to hold her steady, and ram in again.

"Ah, Lara," I groan, my fingers digging into her hips as I hold her steady, our rhythm unyielding.

"Harder, Dima," she pants, her eyes never leaving mine in the reflection as she encourages me, her desire matching my own.

I rhythmically thrust into her pussy from behind, the slap of skin against skin dangerously loud. Lara's nails dig into the cold porcelain as she moans my name, begging for more.

Her breast bounces wildly, her nipples taut and erect, begging for my attention. But my focus is on her pussy, the tight heat around my cock, driving me to the edge.

“You like that, my love?” I growl, thrusting harder and faster, my hips slapping against her ass.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she moans, her voice shaking with pleasure.

I can feel her inner walls gripping me like a vice, every thrust taking her higher and higher. And then, just when I think I can't take it any longer, she cries out, her body trembling and convulsing wildly around me.

“Dima…” she gasps, her voice breathy as she reaches her peak, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice.

The sensation is too much for me to handle. I slam into her hard one last time, feeling her delicious heat envelop me, and then I too…I explode, dripping down her legs.

We stay like that for a few moments longer, catching our breaths. I look at the mirror and see a soft, contented smile on Lara’s face, her gorgeous eyes closed shut as she revels in the moment. I lean forward and gently kiss her back before pulling out.

She eventually stands, and I help her into her dress, zipping it up from behind.

“Have I ever told you I’m the luckiest man alive?” I murmur, planting a soft parting kiss on her shoulder.

“You’re wrong,” she says defiantly, turning to face me and throwing her arms around my neck. “It is I who is lucky.”

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THE END

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