“Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry. It’s okay.”
“They hate me,” she whimpered. “They all hate me.”
“No. They don’t know you. And you haven’t met my parents yet. They’ll love you. And they’ll love Quin, I promise.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, trying to control her shuddering voice. “I’m so different to your family, Ivan. They must think I’m totally wild. A really bad influence on you.”
He reached up wiped away her tears. “You’re my wife and I’m my own person – no one can make me do anything I don’t want to, and they know that. I love you. Alright.”
She nodded and forced a smile, pulling herself together and feeling purged after the tears. “What are we going to do to make this all better?”
“Well, firstly, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget all your problems – a shot of Ivan Quinlan’ll make you grin again, huh?”
She laughed. “Okay, sounds good. Then what?”
“Then we’ll go downstairs and I’ll introduce you to everyone properly. We’ll tell them the truth about our marriage and about Quin – now that Adam’s forced it out of us.”
“But will they… like me?”
“They’ll love you, Samira. Clara should be around here somewhere – and you’ve just met Ellie. They’re both nice, right?”
She shrugged. “I guess.”
“And the others are all great. Amy and Sarah are British, so I guess they know how it feels to be living in a foreign country like you. Everyone will like you, I promise.”
“But what about Joseph? What about the cocaine?”
“He’ll understand it was a just mistake. I’m sure he already knows it had nothing to do with you. I’ve spent the last year telling him how great you are – I mean, you saw the welcome he gave you. He was upset about his bandmate – not with you. Okay.”
She sniffled and nodded. “It’s been an emotional few months. I’m sorry for breaking down like that.”
“It’s okay – you’re beautiful when you cry. It makes your lips plump up and your eyes look huge. God, you’re gorgeous!” He leaned forward and kissed her hard.
She pulled away. “Ivan, what are we going to do with all that cocaine on the kitchen table?”
“I’m not sure, babe. Let’s grab it and stash it under the bed after I’ve fucked you senseless, and then we can think about what to do with it later.”
Samira relaxed and allowed the lust to spiral up inside her. She couldn’t believe how gorgeous her man was – even though he was only dressed in a causal shirt and jeans, rather than his suit. She crawled up to kiss him, and he reached out to caress her breasts, reclining against the pillows and ready to have some fun.
She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down over his shoulders, gazing at how fantastic his toned pecs and strong shoulders were. His skin was taut and soft, but his muscles were hard and masculine. She ran her hands over his gorgeous torso, relishing the feel of him.
“I owe you one,” she said, shuffling back down toward his pelvis.
She knelt up and undid her dress, throwing her bra to the floor and fondling her breasts for his viewing pleasure, making them plump and sexy for him. Then, maintaining smoldering eye contact, she lowered herself down and nuzzled her face into his crotch, enjoying the feel of his rock-hard erection under the fabric of his jeans.
He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. “Yes, babe…”
She undid his zipper, tugging out his hard cock, which was straining with desire. Then, pretending to be a porn star for him, she raised a seductive eyebrow and moved her lips forward, sucking the end of his cock and licking up the pre-cum. His fingers gripped her hair, gently tugging it. She hummed and groaned, knowing the vibrations would enhance his pleasure. Then she gripped the shaft of his cock and plunged it into her mouth, taking him deep. She threw him a smutty look as she got into a steady rhythm. She was proud to see how much he was enjoying it.
“Wait,” he whispered. “I need to play with your pussy while you suck me off.”
“I like the sound of that,” she said.
Feeling sexy, she stood up and peeled off her panties, then she mounted him again – this time with her back to his face, so she was facing his glorious cock – which she grabbed and started to fondle. She positioned herself on her hands and knees, and lifted her ass so that it swayed in his face, then she bent to give him a tit-wank.
He craned around to watch. “Ah, yes… You’re so fucking hot.”
He reached down and rubbed the soles of her feet as she slid his cock between her breasts. It was a strange combination of trashy and tender – she felt like a minx doing this for him, but he was lovingly massaging her feet, which was soothing and intimate.