I separated her hose from her knickers. Brushing her tights across my cheek, I picked up the faintest trace of her scent. Her knickers were damp. I brought them closer to my face and allowed her sweet perfume to fill me. Then I folded her lingerie and put them neatly on the bureau, right next to my pants.
As I considered the possibility of knocking on the door to check on her, she emerged. I asked, “Is everything all right?” She didn’t answer right away. I waited.
She put her bag on the bureau and stared for a moment at our underpants lying side by side. When she turned around, she said, “Before anything else happens between us, we need to talk.”
“You sound so serious,” I said, hoping I hadn’t completely misread the situation. “What’s wrong?” Again, she didn’t answer right away. I went over to her and took her by the shoulders, genuinely concerned now. “Pash, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
I didn’t know where to begin. How could I tell Ivan my feelings when I didn’t understand them myself? I wished to God he would put some clothes on. That hairy chest so close to me…I started to feel dizzy again. I felt myself leaning against him. He put his arm around me to hold me up.
I thought for a moment she might faint so I grabbed on to her. “Come on over here, let’s sit down.” I realized the bed was the only place where we could both sit. Why the bloody hell didn’t they put a sofa in these places? I led her over to the bed and we sat. “Now, sweet thing, tell me what’s going on. Are you all right?”
“What just happened between us—things got a little out of hand.” She seemed uncomfortable, and I didn’t know why.
I started to feel uneasy, not knowing if something had happened to her while in the toilet. “Was it too rough, did I hurt you?”
“Oh, no, you didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.”
“That’s a relief. You just seem so upset.”
“I don’t mean to worry you. I’m just confused.”
“Confused about what?” I really didn’t have the foggiest idea.
“About what just happened, about how it felt to me.”
“Pash, you really have to explain. I don’t understand.”
“Ivan, you were right, I liked it. You held me down and wouldn’t let me move and I liked it. I wanted to fight you, maybe even spit at you, but I still liked it very much. That scares me.”
So that’s what this was all about. She looked like she had just confessed a mortal sin. I looked into the eyes of the hottest lover ever to share my bed, determined that this would not be our first and last night together. “Pash, it’s all right to like it. I liked it, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I like being in charge, directing the action.” I didn’t know quite how to put it without being overtly crude, so I went textbook. “I like being dominant.” We were facing each other, sitting on the bed. I put my hand over hers and she looked up at me.
“Does that mean I’m a submissive?”
So she did know the words, if not the feelings. “No, it just means you like it when someone else calls the shots.” I could see her struggling with herself, digesting the information. “We were just feeling like a man and a woman.” I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Where the hell did you come from anyway? I have never known anyone like you.” Her face reddened. That blush had become damned endearing. “You know, you are living up to your name. You are one sexy lady.”
She smiled and put her hand on my chest. “You’re no pantywaist yourself.”
“Thank you, I think. Feeling better?”
Her voice sounded steady, in spite of her embarrassment. “I think so. I’m still confused, but I guess that’s okay.”
“We can take it easier next time—that is, if you still want there to be a next time.”
“I’m surprised you do, considering I called you a bloody git. I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s not the first time I’ve been called a bastard. Thing is, it never sounded so good before.”
“Do you know how hard it is sitting here beside you in that towel?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” I said with a wink. “How about a little more champagne?”
“I could use some, thank you.” Ivan helped me up, again adjusting that damn towel. What I glimpsed this time indicated he did indeed understand how “hard” it was. “You know, you could put your underpants back on.”
“What fun would that be?” He tucked the corner around his waist and secured it. “The towel is more comfortable anyway—you know, more room and all.” He slid his hand back and forth under the strap of my slip. “Maybe you should try it. You might like it.”
“I thought I had tried it and did like it—in fact, probably too flipping much.” He gave me that smile, the one that makes me weak in the knees. I looked at him, standing so very close to me. It had to be well after midnight by now and the clock still hadn’t chimed. I reached up and touched his face, wondering what Cinderella felt the first time she saw her prince in a towel.
“Maybe we should save the champagne for later,” he said into my ear. Then he lowered the strap of my slip down my arm.
“Maybe we should.” He leaned over and kissed my neck. I felt his breath in my ear.
“We can slow down, take our time.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and then licked my ear. “Tell me what you would like to do.”
I knew the answer to that question, but did I have the nerve to actually tell him? Once, I told Gwen I liked oral sex. She said, “Of course you do, so do I.” When I explained I meant giving as well as receiving, she teased that I must be quite popular. I had actually only done it a few times, and had developed a taste for it. God, again with the double entendre. Freud would love this.
He kissed my neck, harder this time, probably giving me a love bite in the process. I felt the other strap of my slip slide down my arm, revealing most of my breasts. I knew if I didn’t speak up soon, I would miss my chance. I pulled away and looked at him. “There is something I like.”
Pash stepped back and her slip fell below her breasts. She made no attempt to pull it back up. “We can do anything you like.” I ran the back of my hand down her breast. “Tell me, my sweet Passion, what do you want to do?”
“I don’t think I can tell you outright, but I can show you.” She reached out, took hold of the towel around my waist and pulled it off. There I stood, a raging one between us. If she surprised me by yanking off the towel, what she did next nearly made me pissing choke.
She knelt down it front of me, shaking her arms out of her slip. Then she started to suck me off. I would have been happy as Larry to have her squeeze my nads or touch me up, let alone this. I’ve had to beg, borrow and steal for this, even pay a trollop or two for the pleasure. Now, sink me, I had a half-naked redhead doing me like a pro, without my even asking! Oh, yes, I must be living right.
I thought for a moment he might grab that nerve-wracking towel and put it back on, he started so when it fell. Then I knelt in front of him. I took just a moment to appreciate his virility, realizing for the first time he was intact. I had only ever been with circumcised men, never having seen one uncut before.
I licked my lips and slid him into my mouth. I heard him gasp. I waited no more than a heartbeat and then ran my tongue along his length. His foreskin slid back and I held it there, licking him like a cat drinking milk. I felt his hands in my hair and heard him moan,