"Vaara…" His voice was low, rough. "Come here."
She straddled his hips, the soaked fabric of her dress brushing his abs as she positioned herself above his massive cock. Her ocean blur hair, long and silky, spilled around her shoulders like moonlight, some strands already sticking to her flushed cheeks and neck.
She reached down with one delicate hand, wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, and lined the fat head up with her dripping entrance.
"H-Husband…" she whispered, voice small and embarrassed. "I… I'm really going to do this…"
Aiden's hands slid up her thighs, pushing the ruffled blue fabric higher. "You look fucking ethereal in that dress, Vaara. Like a goddess. A shy, beautiful, blushing goddess who was made to ride my cock." His grip tightened. "It's driving me insane. You're making me lose control just looking at you."
