Priceless

by Raine Miller

  This reminded me of the other time I’d led her by the hand. When I brought her in from the garage through the pouring rain. I wondered if she remembered. But that time was very different from right now. This time I was taking her to my bedroom where we would fuck wildly and have a mutually pleasurable time together. Finally. Two people on a mission to fornicate in the dirtiest ways possible, I hoped.

  I brought her to my door and then drew her inside with me. I dropped her shoes and turned the lock, the mechanism sliding into its place a symbolic gesture. There was no turning back now. We were doing this.

  “Step into the middle,” I told her. “I want to be able to see every inch of you in the light.”

  So we begin.

  She went forward slowly as I’d asked, standing calmly, and waiting for my lead.

  Fucking perfection.

  I was behind her in two steps. Close. Inhaling her scent, my lips hovering over her neck.

  My fingers found the zip of her dress and took it down.

  My palms moved under the fabric to her bare shoulders so I could push the sleeves over and off.

  My hands swept down the length of her arms all the way to find her fingers so I could intertwine them with mine.

  Her dress slid down to the floor to land in a puddle around our feet.

  I lifted her arms above her head and spun her around to face me.

  My eyes swept over her and took in her exquisite feminine beauty. Long legs attached to a slim waist with hips generous enough for my hands to grip when my cock was driving into her. And gorgeous tits. I still hadn’t seen them yet. Right now they were encased in a lavender lace bra but I knew they were magnificent. I had to fight to keep myself from ripping those bits of lace off her. Patience, you have her all night.

  I released her hands from over her head and brought her arms down to rest at her sides. I stepped back just a bit, even though it was hard to move away from her. I needed a better view for what was coming next.

  “Take off the rest.” My words had an edge now. I couldn’t help it. The instant we’d stepped in here together and locked the door behind us, everything changed.

  I understood. She understood. We found our roles and slipped into our places. The ambiance of we’re-about-to-fuck swirled around us in the room.

  Gabrielle reached around her back with delicate hands and found the hooks of her bra. She released them in succession—one, two, three—small clicks I heard clearly in the otherwise silence of my bedroom. She raised and then rolled her shoulders forward until the straps slid down her arms. She held that position for a moment, as I held my breath, for one last second of modesty before letting the lavender lace drop away to land atop her dress already on the floor.

  I stood there gaping at perfection. I knew I’d never have my fill of looking at her breasts. The most beautiful pair I think I’d ever seen in my life. Honest to God, straight-up truth. They were full but not heavy, completely round with lush soft tips, and certified, one-hundred-percent natural. I knew real from fake. I knew something else, too. I was in love with her tits. Total and complete love affair going on between that twin pair of beauties and me.

  I gorged myself on looking, hoping I didn’t have drool coming off my chin. Her dark pink nipples went from soft to hardening into tight buds right before my eyes. And her nipples weren’t the only thing that was hard. I had a raging hard-on straining painfully against the fly of my trousers. I wanted to see her eyes on my cock and know she was the one who made it hard. To know what she did to me.

  I still had on my tuxedo from the wedding. All she wore was lavender lace knickers—a thong at that. Christ, I might just go blind tonight.

  “Everything. Off.”

  She deftly placed her thumbs underneath the lace and drew downward, the delicate fabric rolling into a twisted band that skimmed over her lean thighs…before sliding down the rest of the distance to meet the floor and the rest of her clothes.

  She stepped out of the pile of fabric at her feet, completely naked in front of me.

  Clothed only in the soft waves of her mahogany hair.

  It took me a moment to find my voice. It took another moment to control myself from pulling her beneath me and finding that warm, pulsing place to put my cock.

  I clenched my hands and came up with four words that summed everything up about Gabrielle Hargreave and what she was to me.

  “Something of the marvelous.”

  I held out my hand, beckoning her. She took slow sultry steps toward me. The effect of her completely naked while I was still fully clothed wound me up so tight I thought my spine might snap from the tension.

  Fuck me…

  She. Was. Beautiful.

  No—beautiful was a pitiful word to describe what she was.

  Exquisite—Flawless—Resplendent—were better. But just barely.

  “I don’t even have words for you right now.”

  She smiled as she took her last step and put her hand in mine. I pulled her into my body and took her mouth, going deep this time, my tongue desperate to be in her. I slid my hands down to cup the curves of her arse and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and gripped me tightly. My straining cock pressed in right between her legs, our bodies interlocking perfectly. She thrust against the ridge of my erection as I held her up. I groaned right into her mouth. She did the same, her hands buried deep into my hair, as she seemed inclined to do whenever I kissed her. We ground against each other, battling tongues in a desperate attempt to merge our bodies. I wanted inside her as much as she wanted me in her. The knowledge fueled me. This was no timid inexperienced girl in my arms. She was a woman well aware of what she wanted. Thank the fuckin’ gods.

  Somehow—I have no idea how—I walked us to the bed, managed to set her on the edge of it, and backed up a few steps. My cock pounded to get to her, but there was other territory to claim on her first before my cock got into the action.

  “Arms up over your head. Feet apart. Knees together. And don’t take your eyes off me.”

  She did all of that for me, arranging herself elegantly—waiting—her seductive eyes watching my every move. She appeared to hold no insecurity in her nakedness at all, which was a nuclear hot turn-on for me. Here, in this room, she was a sensual goddess completely at ease in her skin, allowing me to take control of the pleasure for the both of us. This. This is the woman I met at the gallery.

  “You’re so fucking perfect, Gabrielle. So goddamn sexy right now. I want to give you something. What can I do for you?”

  She told me without a trace of hesitation. “I want you naked. I want to see you. You can strip down for me.”

  Fuck yeeeees. A woman who knows what she wants and knows how to ask for it.

  I gave it to her. I did it a helluva lot faster than she had done it, my execution ridiculously sloppy. The Brunello Cucinelli jacket I’d worn for the wedding probably screeched in horrified protest as I wrenched it off my back with the sleeves inside out before flinging it carelessly to the floor. Jackets costing fifteen hundred quid didn’t concern me in the slightest right now. Cost was immaterial when I was giving her something she wanted, something she’d asked of me.

  Her eyes flared wide and her eyebrows went up when I dropped my shorts and she got the full-frontal Ivan in ready position. Did excellent things for my ego, too. I knew I had a big cock, but what was more important than the size was that I knew well how to use it. She had nothing to worry about.

  When she licked her lips deliberately, looking wistfully at my tackle for a moment before tearing her eyes away to give me a sultry little grin, I knew she wasn’t intimidated by the size of my cock at all. I might be the one who needed to worry.

  Fuck me into next Friday, where had she been all my life? I’d found the woman of my every wet-dream fantasy come true right here.

  “You’re beautiful, Ivan. A beautiful man,” she said clearly. Her eyes held onto mine as I’d told her to earlier, but I was the one finding it difficult to keep to my own
rule. Her praise got to me, made it difficult not to look away, but that would’ve been a travesty if I’d done it because she wasn’t finished with her tantalizing sex show.

  I watched as Gabrielle boldly slid her spectacular arse backward up my bed, stretched out her magnificent long legs, and propped herself into a reclining position resting on her elbows.

  A mischievous come-hither look in my direction. The slow circling of an ankle. The sexy roll of a shoulder. A soft laugh.

  I knew what she was going to do and I held my breath waiting for it.

  One knee bent. And then the other. Right foot planted to the side. And then the left.

  She gave it all up for my private viewing pleasure.

  And it was indeed my pleasure.

  Her pussy…became my total delicious pleasure. Bare and smooth. Dark pink petals wet with arousal waiting for me to give them a kiss.

  If my heart didn’t give out and kill me before I could claim it.

  I had my face between her thighs licking at the folds of her pussy until they opened up under my tongue and I could get to her clit - that tiny pleasure centre to which I’d be devoting some special attentions to tonight. Fortunately for me.

  I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her cunt. The taste, the sight, or the feel of what I had up against my mouth.

  She rocked her hips into a rhythm in perfect step with what I was doing, building her closer to her peak with every flick of my tongue. I needed to feel her coming under my mouth first. We could fuck afterward. We were going to be at this for a while and there was no rush. I don’t know why I needed it in that order, but I did.

  I held her open with my hands on her inner thighs and pinned to my bed, totally at my mercy while I gave her my best. Gabrielle made quiet sounds, soft, breathy moans that traveled directly into my ears on the eroticism contained within them. I heard every whimper and soft shuddering sigh as if she’d screamed them in her pleasure. It took me a few minutes but I got those screams out of her, too. I worked my tongue a little harder, a little deeper, a little more of everything, until I was rewarded with the sound of her begging me not to stop and she was indeed crying my name.

  “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not stopping. You’re going again.”

  She shuddered a drawn out keening cry when the second orgasm followed right on top of the first. “Oh, Goooooooooood, Ivaaaaaaaan!”

  I pressed the flat of my tongue over her clit and held it firm and tight as she rode out round two. She writhed through the crest and then the crash, pulling on my hair with clenched hands. Even though I’d directed her to have her hands above her head, it just didn’t matter. Sex with Gabrielle was something completely unprecedented, new territory for me, and sexy as all fuck.

  After she let go of my hair, I gave her pussy one last gentle suck before moving up the bed beside her.

  I gathered her up and against me where I could really see her.

  She panted in deep breaths, her eye makeup all mussed and streaked from the tears that had leaked out of her eyes during the orgasms. Her nipples were hardened, and rose and fell with her breasts as she breathed. Just stunning.

  My God. There just weren’t words for how beautiful she looked, or how I felt seeing her like this in my arms.

  I gripped her chin harshly with one hand and took her mouth again. One penetration exchanged for another. As much of her as I could get. She melted underneath me, taking it all so perfectly, everything I did to her, everything I demanded from her.

  When I was able, I dragged my mouth away and looked down.

  I still hadn’t had any time with my favorites yet. I guess I’d been savoring the anticipation of getting acquainted with her glorious tits, but it was well past time for us to be introduced.

  I palmed one side, learning the weight, and the incredible softness. Beauteous perfection filled one hand, while the sweetest taste of a budded nipple burst in my mouth. I sucked and nipped, pulled and kissed and pinched. I even used my teeth on them. I couldn’t help half of the shit I did to her. I feasted and indulged in her body and got lost in the sweet and beautiful compliance she gave up to me.

  When I felt her hands buried in my hair again I just couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Are you ready for me because I want to fuck you now, Gabrielle.”

  “Yes, please.” She shifted her legs beneath me to make room.

  “It won’t be gentle because I know I can’t do it that way right now. I’m dyin’ for you.”

  “But I don’t want you gentle,” she said clearly, her eyes hooded in desire, her neck arched to one side. “I want to feel you over me—inside me. I want that, Ivan.”

  I kissed her quickly before hopping off the bed to find my trousers. Condoms. I needed one and was pretty sure the only place there were any to be had was in my wallet. I never brought women to Donadea, thus was not prepared for this sex-a-thon currently in play.

  I spotted the other half of my Brunello Cucinelli in disarray, trouser legs split apart and draped over my green chair inside out. I snatched them up and headed back toward the bed where Gabrielle was waiting for me to fuck her senseless.

  She most certainly was. Gabrielle studied me, her eyes tracking my movements, assessing what 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 gathered her knees up from underneath and spread her wide, ready and waiting for me to sink into her.

  The 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.

  An 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 arrow, and the…heart? The heart was me. The heart was me.

  TWELVE

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nbsp; 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 harshly, 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.