and deep as my hands slid lower, lower...past her chest,
the heels of my hands almost grazing her breasts, down
her sides, over her hips and along her thighs.
My thumbs touched nylon and she gasped against my
mouth. The feel of her smooth thighs was addictive. My
kisses became hungry and open-mouthed. I sucked that
gorgeous lower lip into my mouth and nibbled on it, the
sound of her rapid breathing exciting me even more.
She’s as turned on as I am. My thumbs circled and
stroked, my fingers nudging the fabric of her dress
higher. Was she wearing nylons or—
My thumb touched a band of smooth fabric, then the
soft warmth of naked skin. She was wearing stockings.
My cock was harder than it had ever been. I have to get
this dress off of her. Right. Now.
And then the cab slowed to a stop and we were there.
I threw some money at the cabbie and then we were
sliding out of the seat and into the night air, still kissing, my hands on her hips. The air was shockingly cold after
the warmth of the cab, rushing under my coat and down
my collar. I knew it must be even worse for Irina, with
her stockinged legs, so I pulled her right up against me,
leaving not even a hair’s width between our bodies. We
stood there kissing as the cab pulled away, our fronts
keeping each other warm while our backs grew colder
and colder.
When she finally broke the kiss, she said, “That’s my
house.”
For the first time, I bothered to glance around. We were
in some suburb I didn’t recognize, way out in the sticks.
The street was quiet and it was a clear night, the stars
shockingly bright overhead. “Uh-huh.” And I drew her
back into the kiss.
A moment later, she broke the kiss again and ran a
nervous hand through her hair. Her face was flushed,
her pupils huge with need, but she looked worried. “My
roommate will be there.”
“Uh-huh.” I cupped her cheeks and brushed my thumbs
through her hair, marveling at its silken softness. I was
vaguely aware that something was up, but I was too
busy trying to kiss her to figure it out. My lips came
down on hers and she gave a soft little moan. I ran my
hands down her back, tracing the shape of her through
the layers. I was desperate to get her inside and
undressed, but kissing her was just too fucking good!
She broke the kiss a third time. “My room’s a mess,”
she said.
This time I finally forced myself to focus because I could
tell something was wrong. She wasn’t changing her
mind: I could see it in her eyes, hear it in the husk of
her voice. She wanted this as much as I did. But….
I had to fight hard to get through the fog of lust
clouding my brain, but I finally got it. She was worried I
was going to think she was a slut or something because
she’d invited me back here on a first date.
Just as I worked it out, she opened her mouth to speak
again. Immediately, I put a warning finger on her lips.
She went silent, but gave me a look of outrage that was
so fucking adorable I nearly forgot what I wanted to
say.
“Shh,” I said sharply. Then I leaned closer, so I could
speak right into her ear. “Irina: I want you. Right now.
You’re driving me crazy and I’ve got to have you. But
—”—she shifted minutely and the feel of her soft lips
against my finger made me almost groan out loud
—”But, if you’re not ready, tell me now and I’ll go.” The
words were rolling out of my mouth before I even knew
what I was saying. Was I really telling her I’d wait for
her? “We can do this tomorrow or the next night or in a
month’s time. It’s okay. I’ll still be here.” I felt her draw
in her breath, as if what I was saying was shocking.
“But if you want this now, like I do...then let’s go
inside.”
I drew back a little and blinked at her. I was at least as
surprised by what I’d said as she was. But it had
worked. She nodded once, quickly, her mind made up,
then grabbed my hand and led me inside.
I only caught brief glimpses of the interior. She rushed
me through it, maybe self-conscious that it was small. I
wanted to tell her that it was a hell of a lot bigger than
the place I’d grown up in, but I couldn’t drag my eyes
from her legs, or from the curve of her ass as she
walked ahead of me. Plus, I was still trying to come to
terms with what I’d said to her outside. Offer to wait?
Me? It wasn’t something I’d ever done before—hell, the
women I normally met didn’t expect anything more than
a one night-stand. But with Irina...I realized it was true.
I would have waited, if she’d made me. I am fucking
obsessed with this woman.
By the time we made it into her bedroom, I couldn’t
wait any longer. I grabbed her as she pushed the door
closed and pressed her full-length against it. Then I
cupped her head in my hands and ran my fingertips
through her hair as I kissed her hard. The feel of her
soft, supple body against the hardness of mine had me
panting. I grabbed the hem of her dress and started
dragging it up her thighs, still kissing her. My fingers
brushed over nylon, then her stocking tops, then the
soft smoothness of her thighs. She moaned into my
mouth and that stoked my lust even more.
I hauled her away from the door and spun her around,
pulled her coat off her arms and let it fall to the floor.
Then I pulled her back against my chest until her ass
was grinding against my cock. I pulled her dress higher,
revealing a pair of simple, black panties. Somehow, that
triangle of black fabric between those smooth golden
thighs was more enticing than any elaborate lingerie.
I snaked one hand down her body and between her
thighs, groaning as my fingertips pressed against her
warmth. I started to stroke her there and, immediately,
she clenched her thighs tight around my hand, her
dancer’s muscles pinning me tight for a second. Jesus,
she’s going to be an incredible fuck. I moved my hand
more firmly, overpowering her, and she groaned in
surprise and pleasure as I worked at her softness
through the thin fabric. A minute of gasping, panting
friction and she was wilting against me, thighs clenching
around my hand in time with my movements. Two
minutes, and I could feel her slickness wetting the
fabric.
I almost hurled her onto the bed. She landed on her
back, dress rucked up around her hips, and stared up at
me with a look that drove me wild. It was only there for
a second, but it was like looking down through layers of
ice to white-hot magma. Underneath all that cold, there
was a raw, powerful lust that matched my own. The
idea of that, in a woman as gorgeous as her, blew my
mind.
I tore off my coat and climbed onto the bed, one knee
between her legs. Her dress had slid down a little and I
started to push it up again, wanting to grab hold of her
panties and pull them off. I wanted to see her, there,
just gaze at her for a while, then I was going to spread
those thighs and lick her until she screamed—
My elbow hit the little table next to her bed. A framed
picture fell over and toppled over the edge. I grabbed
for it and caught it before it hit the floor, then lifted it to put it back in its place—
I froze.
That’s—
No, of course it fucking isn’t.
I lay there willing the picture to change, but it
stubbornly refused to. Yes, it fucking is.
The picture had been taken in a forest. There was Irina,