7. Mary
Mary
Iliked hearing him say that name. It felt more grand than plain old Mary. Plenty of time to be Mary. For tonight I was Elizabeth.
I kicked off the slippers and moved towards him.
When I was close enough, he took the glass out of my hand and put it down on a small table near his glass.
We looked at each other. He was so much taller now, and broad.
It was seriously sexy to be in the presence of someone so masculine. To feel so feminine in comparison.
‘I want to see you,’ he said.
‘I want to see you too,’ I replied. No way was I baring myself first in front of this god.
He arched a brow, but he put his hands to his shirt and started undoing buttons, revealing flashes of dark golden skin and hair. Muscles. He took his time, undoing his cuffs, before pulling the shirt open fully and then off.
I felt my eyes widening and my jaw going slack, but I couldn’t curb my response. He was … perfect. Intimidatingly perfect. Even with my relatively limited experience, I knew that I was in the presence of the kind of masculine beauty normally only seen in fashion magazines or in movies.
Hair covered his chest, dark golden, but not too much. The perfect amount. He really was … perfect.
And this was just his top half. As if hearing my thoughts, his hands went to his trousers, undoing his top button. And then continued, pulling the zip down over his sizeable bulge. I think I stopped breathing.
In an unhurried, easy movement, he pulled down his trousers, taking his underwear with them.
They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them gracefully.
I was aware of this happening, but, shamefully, my gaze was stuck on his erect and very large cock.
It wasn’t just large – it was huge. The biggest I’d ever seen. Length, girth – the whole shebang.
But also beautiful. The perfect shape. Veins running along the shaft. And … was that a glint of moisture at the very bulbous, perfectly shaped head? My insides clenched, hard.
But then I felt a flutter of apprehension. Maybe he was too big. It had been so long, maybe it would hurt. But in a good way, whispered a little voice that sounded suspiciously like Dee. I swatted it away.
‘If you keep looking at me like that, I might come before we’ve even touched.’ He put a hand to his erection, as if he had to contain it.
I dragged my gaze up. His eyes were glittering. Molten. Liquid mercury.
‘Take off your clothes, Elizabeth, please.’
I felt elevated under this man’s gaze. Not my humdrum self. Not the grief-stricken eighteen-year-old who’d had to give up her life to care for her devastated siblings, when most people that age were living their wildest, most carefree years.
I had no regrets – I’d do it over again in a heartbeat.
But I had a full appreciation now of just how tough it had been.
How much I’d sacrificed. And yet here, now, I felt free.
Soaring. Light. I knew I was reclaiming something and I hadn’t even touched this man.
Not really, yet. My emotions shouldn’t be engaged.
I put my hand to my dress in a bid to remind myself of what was happening here. A hot hook-up. That was all. John’s eyes followed my hands as they slipped the buttons free. I got to the belt and undid it, then opened the rest of the buttons so now the shirt-dress was open.
John looked at me. ‘May I?’
I nodded dumbly, not even sure what he was asking but my motor functions were starting to shut down. He came forward, him and his beautiful, massive cock. He reached for my dress and pulled it open fully, and looked at me.
He cursed softly and shook his head. I was really, really, really glad I’d taken Dee’s advice to put on some nice underwear. Coffee and black. Lace. Matching. Stockings.
He pushed my dress off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. Now I wore only the underwear and stockings.
‘You are … a goddess.’
I ducked my head, letting my hair come forward. ‘I’m really …’
He caught my chin and pulled it up, looking at me sternly. My insides quivered again, imagining him doing other things sternly. He said, ‘Yes, you are. Turn around.’
He let my chin go and I turned around, almost glad to escape the intensity between us for a moment. He tucked my hair over one shoulder and then his fingers were on the back of my bra, undoing it. It fell off, into my hands. I held it for a moment before letting it fall to the floor.
He stepped up close behind me and I felt him, all of him, steel and muscle, and heat. His erection, pressing against my back. He muttered from behind me. ‘Jesus Christ, you are beautiful.’
I’d closed my eyes and I opened them now to see us reflected in a mirror on the other side of the room.
Normally I’d shy away from looking at myself but I was mesmerised by him standing behind me, towering over me.
He slipped his arms around me and cupped my breasts in his big hands.
I sucked in a breath at the image. They spilled over his hands, but they also looked so good in his hands.
As if made for him. He tested their weight, thumbs scraping across my nipples, making me gasp as little electric shocks zinged straight to every erogenous point.
He turned me around again and looked at me. ‘You are more than I could have dreamed of.’
I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from refuting that.
I was sure I wasn’t, but it was still extremely flattering.
He pulled me close so our bodies pressed together.
He tipped up my chin again and lowered his mouth to mine.
I sank into the kiss and him, revelling in the feel of his body against mine, the way my nipples scraped against the hard wall of his chest, the hair making me even more sensitised.
Man, he can kiss.
Unable to stop myself, I explored between us until I found the steely length of his erection and I wrapped my hand around him.
He broke the kiss and sucked in a breath.
He was awesome. My hand couldn’t contain him as I explored further, wrapping my fingers around him as much as I could, moving up and down, feeling the slide of silky hot skin over the hard shaft.
There was definitely moisture. I looked down and nearly swooned at the sight of all of that masculine power in my hand. And that telltale glisten at the head. I couldn’t resist. I bent down and flicked out my tongue, tasting his essence. Salty and musky, and hot.
He put his hands on my shoulders, urging me up. I felt drunk. His face was stark as he said, ‘If I’m not inside you in about ten seconds, I’m going to explode.’
I’d never felt more powerful than I did in that moment. I moved out from under his hands, pushing down my stockings and underwear, and stepping out of them. Then I went and lay down on the bed. I cupped one of my breasts, trapping the nipple between two fingers, squeezing gently.
Then I parted my legs and put my other hand down there, near my entrance. I felt the urge to explore myself, but I resisted. There was no need for self-care here.
‘What are you waiting for?’ I murmured, with no idea where this self-confidence was coming from. Yes, I did. From the way he looked at me.
I gave in to temptation and slid two of my fingers between the folds of my sex and, oh, my God … I was so wet. For him. And I was also in danger of coming with just one flick of my fingers.
‘Take your hand away,’ he said in a growl as he stalked towards the bed. ‘Your pussy is all mine.’
He grabbed protection from somewhere and vaguely in some rational part of my brain I was glad one of us was thinking about being practical. I took my hand away and my mouth watered as I watched him extract the protective sheath and expertly roll it onto his cock.
Then he came onto the bed and looked at me.
His latex-encased erection twitched. But, instead of moving over me as I’d expected, he ducked down and my legs were over his shoulders, and his head was between my legs, and, before I knew it, his mouth was on me, where my hand had just been.
He was sucking and licking, and it was so intensely shocking and amazing and thoroughly dirty all at once, and it had been so long, I came in a burst, a sudden rush of pleasure, before I could stop it.
He looked up, grinning. ‘I couldn’t help myself, I had to taste you.’
I was breathing fast, stunned at the speed of that orgasm, still not prepared. ‘You … I … that was …’
He pushed my legs back down and knelt between them. Then he came down on his hands over me. With his thighs, he nudged my legs further apart. I couldn’t have been more splayed and I loved it.
He said, ‘That, was just the beginning.’