Priceless

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

He cracked a one-sided grin. “Oh yes,” he said quietly, keeping still and just content to watch me. I got the idea Ivan was a bit of a voyeur. He was a watcher. And he got off on it. Some of the things I’d done last night, and his reaction to me, told me this was a primal truth about him.

I felt a blush heat my face and peeked a glance at him. Remembering the things I’d done. The things Ivan had done to me. Last night had put me in the crazy-wild corner for a few hours, but it had been so good. I doubt any of it would have happened without the influence of some really killer berry mojitos, either.

“What’s on your mind, Miss Hargreave?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Of course he knew I was remembering last night. Probably was reading my mind right now, too. “Oh, nothing of any importance,” I said with a slight shake of my head.

“Really. So why the pretty blush then?” He trailed one finger down from my cheek to circle between my breasts and gave me a flash of a smirk.

I decided to have a little fun with him.

“It probably has something to do with a dream I had.”

“Do you remember this dream?” he asked.

“Most of it.” I nodded.

“Tell me.”

“It was so weird. I was at my best friend’s wedding minding my own business, and enjoying some blueberry mojitos.” I blinked a few times at him. “I might have overindulged a bit on the alcohol. Probably had at least four of the mojitos…and this is where it gets really fuzzy in my memory.” I rubbed my head in confusion as if I was having trouble remembering. “But I could swear that the best man at the wedding, Lord Everinghamwich of Donagolia, or something like that.” I waved my hand in dismissal. “Not important, a minor detail…but anyway, this Lord Everinghamwich stalked me the whole time at the reception. I mean I could not shake the guy off me for anything. He asked me to dance three times, and when I finally agreed to one quick spin around the dance floor, he spent the entire time trying to have a look up my dress.” I giggled and gave him a little shove in the shoulder. “The naughty man thought he would try to kidnap me and take me away to his castle in Donagolia.” I gave a shocked face. “In a blimp.” I shook my head enthusiastically. “I’m not kidding, I remember it was a blimp because he stole my Manolo Blahniks off my feet and threw them in the lake. He said the heels would pop a hole in his blimp if I wore them in there.” I tried to keep a straight face and finish my tale before I lost the ability. I couldn’t even risk a glimpse at his face because I knew I’d lose it. “So, while we were up in the air he led me to believe he was kidnapping me so he could…you know…try for some more sexy time with me because he was under the assumption I might be a prostitute.” I snorted in laughter. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had no cause to worry about Lord Ev at all because he only wanted to bring me to his castle so he could show me his rare collection of miniature balls. He gave me a special tour.” I made dramatic air quotes with my fingers and winked. “Took hours to see it all. They just looked like regular old marbles to me but he kept insisting they were tiny balls—”

Ivan was laughing loudly when he pounced on me and ended my little storytelling adventure. His big body swallowed me up as he got in some evil tickling. I shrieked and tried to wriggle away but he was far too fast for me. “Tiny balls, huh?”

I nodded, laughing up at him. “Yes. But he had a lot of them. Quantity more than made up for what they lacked in size. But man, yeah they were really tiny.”

“You are a devil woman,” he said shaking his head in amusement. “And that was quite a creative tale you’ve just wove together on the fly. I am impressed again, Miss Hargreave.”

“Thank you, Mr. Everley. And you totally deserved it for leering at me while I was sleeping and naked.”

“Now, I cannot help that. Come on, you’re naked in my bed and I’m supposed to avert my eyes or something?” he complained.

“That would be the gentlemanly thing to do, yes.”

“Well good then, because we’ve already established I am no gentleman.” His eyes darkened. “So I’ll continue my leering whenever you are naked in my bed, thank you very much.” He took my face and pulled me up to his, eyes dead serious. “I won’t look away from you, Gabrielle, unless I’m dead.”

In a matter of seconds we went from horsing around and giggling, to passionate kissing as a prelude to more sex, when he dropped his lips to mine and covered my whole mouth forcefully with his. He kissed me harshly, demandingly erotic as he pressed down into me with an erection that hit me right where it felt so good. Ivan made everything he did feel so good.

The sheets were ripped aside and he made his way to my breasts. He sucked

on one and held the other, pinching and twisting the nipple over and over until I was gasping from the sweet pleasure-pain it produced and shaking underneath him.

He pulled up to his knees abruptly, and reached for the other packet on the bedside table. This time he sheathed himself while I watched the show. And the show was quite impressive because Ivan had a huge cock. Biggest one I’d ever met. I’d noticed the size of him last night when he’d stripped down for me. No micro-penis for this British bloke. He could rate with the record holders. But despite his size, he was well proportioned, long and thick with a slight curve to the left, and trimmed up neatly. For a penis it was quite beautiful, and lord knows he could do amazing things with it. I’d learned this lesson last night.

I waited as he stared darkly into my eyes. When it came down to the actual sex, Ivan became serious, almost menacing in his demeanor. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced with a man. The anticipation of waiting for him to start in on me made me ache, wondering what he would do, or demand from me.

Without warning he flipped me over. On my knees, he pushed down on my shoulders so my ass was up in the air. I knew he was staring again, seeing the unique parts of a woman’s body that make a man want to fuck her like the caveman he is at heart.

I felt fingers stroking and penetrating, making me ready for him. He found my clit and rubbed the tip of his cock over it back and forth until I was on the edge of desperation and literally shaking under him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” He spoke reverently but harshly, his words piercing into my consciousness right along with his huge, beautiful cock.

He filled me up so completely, I couldn’t help crying out loudly. He held himself in me and slid his hands to the sides of my hips, his fingers biting into my flesh, owning my body, sending the message I was at his mercy until he deemed it at an end. Until he’d forced another climax or two out of me and was ready to give into his own.

I could only hold on as he pumped his cock in and out of me, so deep and so hard from this angle, it felt like I would break apart at any second. Only his firm grip on my hips held me down. I flew so high from the pleasure of him in me I think I would have floated away if he wasn’t holding onto me so tightly.

The sounds of our bodies hitting together, his tortured groans, my heavy gasps, notched up the heat of the sex even more. Just seconds after he’d made me come, and he was on the verge of his own orgasm, Ivan said something that cut right to the heart of the matter with us. He pulled on my hair and drew my neck back, speaking the words into my ear as he continued on with the fierce fucking. He said, “I own this body of yours when I have my cock in you.” And he was right.