Priceless (17 page)

She most certainly was.  Gabrielle studied me, her eyes tracking my movements, assessing wh
at I was on about, figuring out what I was searching for.  I winked at her as I dug around in the pocket until I found my wallet.  She smiled in that quiet way of hers, waiting patiently.

Two.

Only two foil packets in there.  Two condoms were not going to be enough, I realized.  Not with her.  We’d have to get creative or get some more from someplace.

I
waved the packets in the air so she could see I’d had good success, but she was no longer lying back and waiting patiently.  She was now sitting up in the bed with her hand out toward me.  “I want to put it on you.  Please?”

Her request thrilled me because it told me she wanted her hands on my cock.
  I wanted her hands on my cock.  Her
anything
on my cock would do nicely right now.

“As you wish, lovely thing.” 
I handed her one packet and watched her small hands open the foil and remove the condom.

She reached forward tentatively with the other and took a
firm hold of my rock-hard shaft.  I hissed, unable to control the thrust that pushed me sliding against her palm.  The smile on her face just about did me in.  That, and the slow lick she gave the bell end before rolling the thing down my aching length.

Patience fell away then.
  I was desperate to bury myself in her.  I pressed her back into the bed and stretched her arms up over her head.

She said nothing but I saw the fire in her eyes.  This
first fuck was going to be very, very nice.  For both of us.

I g
athered her knees up from underneath and spread her wide, ready and waiting for me to sink into her.

T
he tip of my cock was guided to her center and pressed in softly at first.  Wet pussy gave in to the pressure and took me all the way to the root on one hard thrust.  I hadn’t lied.  This first time couldn’t be gentle.  It would be hard and pounding, almost a punishment for having to wait so long for it.

We both shouted I think
.  I held the top of her head and checked her face to see if she was okay.  She thrust up on my cock and looked at me with eyes already lost to the heat of sexual pleasure, and gave me her answer.  She wanted everything I would give her.

“Fuuuuuuck, that’
s good,” I said as I started to move.  Deep, full, plunges into her over and over until everything else disappeared from thought and nothing else existed except her cunt and my cock fitting together in the most primal way possible.  Hard moving into soft.  A key inserted into a lock.  An arrow shot into a target.

A
n arrow into a heart…

In metaphor
, I would be the arrow while the heart would represent female, but as I melded into her, and felt the burn of an impending cataclysm that would only leave me hungry for more of her, I knew the metaphor of a heart and an arrow didn’t apply in the usual way.

Gabrielle was my arro
w, and the…heart?  The heart was me.  The heart was
me
.

IVAN
in the grips of an orgasm was something pretty beautiful.  I couldn’t take my eyes away from the sight of him.  Of us, of our bodies fitting together like they were predestined for it.  When his long fingers reached down and rubbed over my clit I knew I was coming with him.

I’d
lost count of how many times he had made me come.  By orgasm count, our numbers were seriously uneven, though.

The familiar tightening and flicker of desperation hit me
hard.  Just as hard as he was pounding his cock into me.

“Ooooooooh!” I moaned
on a drawn-out wail as the pleasure broke over me, in me, through me, and I was carried along in a current of something much bigger than myself.

“Yeah—yeah you are!” he said har
shly, green eyes drilling into mine as I felt his cock swell and tighten even more inside me.  His hair whipped back and forth as he pistoned his hips, driving us both.  “Fuck!” he shouted on one last near-painful thrust, burying his cock to the hilt as his orgasm detonated, the green fire in his eyes holding me captive so I was incapable of looking away.

We both panted and stared at each other allowing the pleasure to
roll over us both.

At some point, I felt him move off me and roll to the side of the bed.  He stripped off the condom and did something with it before turning back to me and gathering me close against his chest.

I should probably get up and dressed I thought, but I didn’t want to.  My eyes were already closing, and I was feeling blissfully content for the first time in longer than I could remember.  I don’t think I’d ever felt quite like this after sex with anybody. Strong, muscled arms held onto me, a male-scented chest of clean sweat and lingering sex warmed my cheek, long fingers caressed my back and shoulder, and soft lips, framed in beard stubble, pressed against my forehead.

Ivan had
been so right.

Doing this with him had felt so good.

I left the bed carefully so I wouldn’t wake her up.  I was on a mission of great importance.  Really fucking vital you might say.

I found my reading glasses and my mobile and texted Lowell.
 
Have condoms delivered to Donadea residence ASAP.  This is an URGENT matter.  -I Everley

My assistant was quirky but he did everything I asked without qu
estion.  I had no qualms making requests to him for anything.  I could count the non-family members I trusted implicitly on one hand, and Lowell Brinkley was on that list.

My mobile buzzed.
 
What kind would you like?  -Lowell Brinkley, Administrative Assistant to Mr. Ivan Everley, Lord Rothvale XIII

I rolled my
eyes at the ridiculously absurd signature he attached tohis messages and realized the part about him never questioning me wasn’t quite true.
 
The kind that will cover my cock.   -I Everley

I silenced my mobile and studied Gabrielle sleeping in my bed.  It was all I wanted to do right now
—look at her.  She had mesmerized me from our first meeting up until this very second.  What we had done here together last night was something I’d never forget.  Being with her was also an experience unlike anything I’d ever had with a woman.  There had been many women, and I’d enjoyed a lot of sex over the years, before and after my disastrous marriage.  I could say for certain that not one of those women was anything like Gabrielle.

I drew my fingertip over her cheekbone and moved a bit of hair that had fallen over her face back behind her ear.  She stirred
a little but didn’t wake up or open her eyes.

I settled back into
the bed beside her and got comfortable.  I thought about the idea of what being with her last night had meant to me.

S
omehow, it felt wonderful and terrifying both at the same time.

I
found myself in a very modern bedroom completely out of character from the rest of the Georgian mansion I’d visited before.  The bed coverings were sumptuous, classic white duvet and pillows, but it was the chair in the corner that really caught my eye.  Leather, tufted, massive in size, and an unusual color.  An intense green that almost didn’t fit.  Almost.  Because that chair
did
fit him actually.

Lord Ivan had a lordly chair in his bedroom.

“She awakens.”

I smiled and turned to find him on his side looking at me
with an elbow propping him up.

“
Looking” wasn’t really the proper word, though.  To describe what he was doing right now, devouring would be more accurate.  Ivan devoured my body with his eyes, and the effect was totally empowering to me for some reason.  It didn’t make me feel self-conscious because I knew he liked what he saw.

It was weird to wake up
naked in bed with him after a night of mind-blowing sex and not have it feel awkward.  But it wasn’t at all.  Must have been the secret nature of our whole agreement.  The
nobody has to know
and the
we can do what we’ve wanted to do together from the beginning and keep it totally private
parts of the equation that made everything feel so comfortable with him.

“How long have you been staring at me sleeping?”

He spoke softly.  “I’ve no idea; I just know I’ve been very much enjoying the view.”  His eyes moved down to caress my breasts and then a lazy stroll back on up to my face eventually.  Not one ounce of contrition on his handsome face either.

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 b
lush 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.

“Rea
lly.  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 s
o 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.”