Maelstrom

Chapter 42: My Fair Lady

I slowly eased the waistband of his boxer briefs over his straining cock and dropped them to the floor to join his pants. Wrapping one hand around his length, I cupped his balls gently with the other.

Ivan groaned and his cock pulled against my hand. "I have to get a cond..."

"I'm on the pill," I whispered. "And I trust you." It was an insane thing to say, but I knew the moment the words left my lips that they were true.

The last of his reservations fell away, and I found myself hoisted into the air and pressed to the wall. I guided his rigid member to my entrance and, wrapping my legs around his waist, slowly impaled myself on his exquisite length.

I couldn't stop myself from crying out as Ivan thrust himself inside of me. My arms braced against his shoulders, and my fingers entwined in his luxurious hair as he slammed into me again. His breath on my neck was warm and redolent of the champagne from the party, and suddenly I realized that we were both still fully dressed from the waist up. But as we'd said, we couldn't wait.

Ivan's climax was building fast; I could tell from the cadence of his thrusts, the urgency of his breaths, the way his cock seemed to swell inside of me. I felt like I was going to explode, a spike of pleasure coursing through my body every time his hips slammed into my clit. I tilted his head slightly and ran my lips over the swirling shell of his ear before darting my tongue inside.

Ivan's fingers dug into my hips with bruising force as his orgasm ripped through him. We held onto each other for dear life as waves of sensation washed over our senses. I had been so close before, and now, with him grinding up against me, a single shudder from him was enough. Crying out in surprise, I came fiercely around him, the rippling muscles of my sex milking him for the last of his pleasure.

Ivan held me against the wall as we both fought for breath. I unwrapped my arms from around his head and leaned away from him a bit. "Here," I said as I loosened the knot on his silk tie and pulled the end free. With a wanton flip of my hand, I sent the tie sailing into the shadows of the dim apartment and set about unbuttoning the collar of his gleaming white dress shirt.

He pressed a kiss into my collarbone and brushed his lips up my neck to my jawline. "I must confess, this is not exactly how I envisioned tonight's ... events."

"No?" I teased lightly. "Tell me, how did you imagine this evening?" My hands tightened on his shoulders convulsively at the sudden realization that he might not have meant to bring me to his home at all.

He jostled me slightly as he slipped his feet out of his shoes and the pile of clothing pooled around his ankles. "Let me show you instead," he crooned, unzipping my dress as he carried me through the open bedroom door.

I brought my face close to his again, and he latched onto my mouth voraciously. I couldn't imagine ever having enough of him. I returned the kiss with everything I had, insinuating my tongue into his mouth to dance slowly with his.

Ivan stopped as we reached the foot of the queen-size bed and nudged my knee to unwrap my legs from around his waist. I reluctantly complied, my bare feet planting down on the cool, smooth duvet covering his bed. Now I towered over him and began to kneel down to bring us back to the same level, but he stopped me.

"Take off the dress," he commanded softly.

I hesitated. It was all I had on – I wasn't wearing a bra, and everything I'd worn from the waist down was strewn somewhere between the bedroom and the elevator. I would be completely naked and, essentially, on stage with an audience of one.

Looking at that glorious, half-naked one, though, I knew I wasn't going to stop. I pulled off one sleeve, then the other, baring my breasts before sliding the dress over my hips and letting it fall into a lacy puddle at my feet.