Only One Man Will Do

by Fiona McGier

  Dmitri sat on the bed next to her and lit the candle next to the bottle before he turned off the lamp. The room was softly illuminated only by a tiny flame. He pulled off his tie and loosened the top buttons of his shirt, then held out his glass and indicated she should clink her glass with his.

  “A toast…to the most beautiful woman I have ever had the honor to dance with.”

  Alexandra took a sip and grinned. “Wow! I’ve had cheap bubbly and expensive Champagne. This tastes expensive.”

  He nodded. “It is. Nothing is too much to show you what I think of you.”

  He spent some time appreciating the view as Alexandra arched her back and stretched sinuously, posing for him, each time inching closer to him.

  Dmitri inclined his head towards her feet. “Your feet must be aching in those strappy stiletto heels. I wondered why you were almost taller than me while we were dancing. What are they? Three…four inches?”

  “Three and a half. And yes, my feet are killing me!”

  “Then why wear them?”

  She had moved slowly up to the headboard where Dmitri was leaning back against it, admiring the view. She stretched out one leg and the dress draped back along her thighs, showing him the garters he already knew would be there, along with a glimpse of the expanse of the very white skin of her upper thighs. Dmitri sucked in a breath as he wrestled control away from his rigid cock.

  Trying to force his hand, Alexandra casually let one hand move up his thigh until he suddenly pushed himself up to stand, then moved to the end of the bed to sit closer to her feet.

  As her face set into a pout, she answered him. “Why? So it will make my legs look sexy…duh! Why do I wear garters when they sometimes dig into my thighs? Same reason.”

  “And you are so right, Sashka,” Dmitri murmured softly as he removed one of her shoes, tossed it to the floor, then began to rub her foot. His fingers massaged her arches then moved up to the front pad of her foot, and onto her toes, making her giggle. He moved back to the arch and concentrated on upwards movements that made her moan with pleasure.

  “I am?” she asked in a dreamy voice. “That feels so good! The only way I ever get foot rubs is when I pay for a pedicure. And that’s over too quickly. You’re taking your time and rubbing where it hurts…aah. Don’t stop.”

  He continued to pamper her foot, slowly beginning to include her ankle and calf in the deep-muscle massage.

  “Yes,” he continued in a low tone. “Your legs were the first things that made me realize I wouldn’t be able to hurt you to get you to behave. They convinced me I would have to use more…ah…gently persuasive methods with you. And that would have to involve getting you naked as soon as possible, so I could plunge my cock into you repeatedly until I’d had my fill. Which hasn’t happened yet, by the way. It might never happen…not when you show off your legs with garters that end in the creamy white thighs of a natural redhead. I can’t resist you…”

  Dmitri bent his head to gently kiss her knee as he undid the garters on that leg and rolled the stocking down to toss it aside to join her already discarded shoe. He traced a path with his tongue from her knee up the front of her thigh, then moved to the inside of her thigh and continued to kiss his way up. He inhaled deeply once he was near the furry juncture between her legs and smiled at her as she looked down, regarding him from between half-closed eyelids.

  “You are beautiful to look at. Your smell is irresistible. And your taste?” He shuddered, making it obvious he was having difficulty keeping himself under control.

  “Then don’t wait,” Alexandra began, holding out her arms in an invitation.

  Dmitri shook his head. “No,” he said firmly. “You have another foot that needs tender loving care.”

  He moved back down to the foot of the bed again and removed her other shoe to repeat the massaging that had given her such exquisite relief on the other foot.

  Alexandra sighed with pleasure.

  “Yes,” Dmitri continued, “I’ve always had a thing for redheads. And for women with gorgeous legs. Combine those two and I’m in deep trouble.”

  Alexandra opened her eyes to watch him intently as he moved her up other leg.

  “So it was my legs you noticed first? Not my enormous tits? How? My girls are the first part of me to enter a room. I was self-conscious about them for years until I realized just how easily I could get a man to do anything I wanted him to if he thought I would let him grope them…”

  Dmitri was already undoing the garters and kissing her second knee as he pulled the second stocking down.

  “Not me. I’m a leg man. But I do like tits. I’m a man. The nipples are the best part, and yours are almost more than a mouthful. They’re also responsive as hell.”

  He bent his head lower and inhaled again, this time pushing her dress up to her belly so he could trace with both hands a path along her hips while his thumbs massaged her inner thighs. He gently nipped at the tender skin at the crease of her upper thigh and her hips pushed forward as she jumped in surprise.

  He looked up at her and smiled, passion darkening his eyes so much they appeared to be a solid black, making him appear dangerous and inhuman.

  He slowly licked his way up to her outer lips and sucked both of them into his mouth, his tongue leaving a moist trail to join with the fluids her excitement produced for him. With a quick flick of his tongue, he tapped at her clit and her quick intake of breath was let out with a moan. He got down to serious business with licking and sucking that had her clutching the bedspread with both hands and having many quick-yet-noisy orgasms that let him know how much she appreciated his efforts. As her hips rose up from the bed, he slid both hands under her butt cheeks to hold her up to allow him better access to the inner lips that quivered with the force of her spasms.

  After what seemed like hours to her, he gently tapped her thighs.

  “Time for you to turn over so I can give you a back massage.”

  With great difficulty she opened her eyes to stare at him, blinking as she had trouble focusing.

  “What? You’re leaving me hanging like this?”

  His lips twitched as he rose from the bed. “No. I need to use the bathroom. When I get back I want to continue to pamper you. I’ll be back in a minute. Drink some more Champagne.”

  Fuck that man! He’s driving me crazy! Alexandra forced her body to respond to commands as she sat up and unhooked her bra, tossing it onto the floor to join her discarded shoes and stockings. She looked down approvingly to see that the soft fabric covering her breasts accentuated her nipples, the peaks hardened even more by the feel of the silk as it moved against them. She reached over to pick up the bottle and poured more Champagne into both of the glasses. She took a few sips from her glass then lay back, one hand idly moving down to stroke herself as she waited. She was just shuddering through an orgasm when he came back into the room and grinned at what he saw.

  “That’s my girl. Never enough orgasms for you? Don’t worry, we’re far from done here.”

  “You took off your shirt,” she said breathily, enjoying the sight of his muscular arms and broad shoulders, the wide chest covered in curly black hair that trailed down to his abs as if leading her to look even further down to where the huge bulge tented out his pleated slacks.

  He sat on the side of the bed next to the bottle and took a long drink from his glass before putting it back down again. He leaned over and began to kiss her shoulder, his one hand resting on her thigh, the other one pulling off the shoulder strap on that side, as he pulled the one closest to him off with his teeth. Both straps were off but the silky dress stayed mostly in place, held up by her breasts that were now exposed almost to the nipples.

  “They are magnificent breasts,” he breathed into her ear, making the tiny hairs stand up as she shivered with pleasure. One large hand moved to cup a breast in the palm, his fingers rubbing and tweaking the nipple that was already pursed with excitement. He leaned forward and his mouth covered the nipple closer to
him as he licked then suckled her through the thin fabric. She continued to twitch with excitement, pressing her upper thighs closer together, enjoying the after-shocks of her recent orgasms.

  He chuckled softly as he noticed her movements. He pinched one nipple and bit the other one, making her yelp.

  “Now you need to roll over for your massage.”

  “Do I have to?” She began with a whine, but obediently began to turn herself over. Once she was on her stomach Dmitri got up to move around to stand next to the side of the bed she lay on. He reached under her stomach to pull her up onto her hands and knees. When she turned and looked at him with a challenge in her eyes he shook his head.

  “Not yet. I need to get your dress off before I can do a proper back massage.”

  The tiny noise of disappointment she made was swallowed abruptly when after unzipping her dress and pulling it down, his fingers began to push into her dripping hole, making her gnash her teeth with frustration.

  “More! I need more!”

  “And that’s what you’ll get…when I’m ready. Now lie back face down. I’m going to make your muscles release all of that nasty tension you’ve been working under for so long.”

  As she spoke she wondered what was taking him so long. “Then we can fuck like animals?”

  “No, then we’re going to be wilder than animals…we’ll fuck like the wild things we both are.”

  She felt the bed move as he moved up onto it next to her, then she heard a click as if a bottle was being opened. He began to rub her shoulders and upper back with both hands and she inhaled deeply.

  “What is that? It smells delicious…”

  “Almond massage lotion. I think it smells relaxing yet arousing…if that kind of oxymoron is possible.”

  Alexandra sighed with contentment as he continued to work at her tense shoulder muscles, massaging out knots that had been there for so long she’d forgotten they weren’t a permanent part of her anatomy.

  “If I didn’t know better I’d have no idea you were from another country. You speak English better than lots of guys I know.”

  “How so?”

  “Most would have no idea what an oxymoron even is, let alone be able to make a comparison like that.”

  “I went to good schools and I read a lot. I always wanted to come to the US to see for myself if the Great Satan was either great or the devil’s work.”

  “And is it?”

  He continued rubbing her back, his hands moving onto her lower back, his fingers beginning to massage her glutes. It seemed to be only accidental that his movements were spreading her cheeks to allow massage oil to penetrate both of her openings.

  “It’s not the Satanic Empire I was taught to believe it was, that’s for sure. I’m not sure it’s great, but I do know that having lived here for a while, I have no plans to go anywhere else. There’s still too much to experience.”

  The bed moved as Dmitri repositioned himself and Alexandra gasped as she felt his entire body lying on top of her, still moving around.

  From very close to her ear Dmitri asked, “How do you like the full body rub?”

  “You mean you rub my body with yours?”

  “Da. And you continue to respond like that…”

  Alexandra started to squirm, feeling him beginning to press his hips forward to rub himself against her slippery entrance. She tried to anticipate his movements, to trap him into pushing forward at the right time. She was rewarded by the feeling of being forced open as the wide head pushed into her and she squeezed hard, trying to hold him inside of her.

  “Is this what you want, Sashka?” Dmitri asked before he pushed forward in a deliberately slow manner: the wide head followed by the rock hard shaft made her tremble with pleasure each time he was inside of her. He was stopped by her cervix, then he pulled back only to re-enter her more forcibly each time.

  “Yes…oh, yes! More! More!”

  She was already trembling through a multiple orgasm when he drew himself back up to position himself on his knees between her thighs. He pulled her hips up and he pistoned himself in and out of her. She hardly noticed one hand had let go until she felt something begin to push at her darker opening. He continued to slam himself into her as he continued his twin assault on her. She felt his fingers still digging into her hip and realized it was his thumb wriggling its way into her anus. She began to moan louder as she felt herself climbing a mountain of pleasure, with something big definitely on the other side.

  With a scream she fell off the other side into an abyss of orgasmic sensations! Every cell in her body exploded as she squeezed her eyes shut to watch the fireworks in her brain. She shuddered and trembled, every muscle in her body twitching in unison as she rode her orgasms to higher and higher explosions.

  Dmitri had felt her getting close. About damn time! I can’t keep this up much longer! So tight…so wet…so hot…I can feel my thumb with my cock! Oh…my …God! Here I go…

  His fingers dug into her as he pulled her close, jamming himself as deeply into her welcoming heat as he could, feeling her trembling walls steal his last vestige of control as he gave himself over to the force of his own bliss. The hot blast burned as it shot out of him, every muscle in his body tensed before the cataclysmic release that made him howl with the intensity of his pleasure.

  They were locked like that for what seemed like an eternity. Each one uttered harsh sounds as they came, which would make the other tremble again, which would urge the other to shiver. They had aftershocks together for so long that when finally Dmitri collapsed on her back, he had no strength to hold his weight off of her to allow her to breathe. For her part, Alexandra was floating out of consciousness, in a cloud of orgasmic bliss that didn’t require her to do anything so plebeian as breathe. She had passed out.

  It was a very long time later that Dmitri rolled off to the one side and gently stroked Alexandra’s cheek with one finger. He pushed back the hair that covered her face and was momentarily frightened by the depth of emotion he felt as he stared at her, watching her breathing deeply, her lips red from her biting them in the throes of passion.

  I’ve fallen in love with you, Sashka, he acknowledged ruefully. Now I have to be sure you fall in love with me also. Not just temporarily, but for good. You have to belong to me alone. There is no other way.

  Alexandra sighed as she opened one eye. She noticed he was staring at her and she smiled.

  “Yes, I’m still alive,” she said in a voice husky from screaming. “Barely. I think I passed out for a while.”

  He nodded. “Yes, you did. I might have also.”

  She pushed herself around to lie on her side and he pulled her closely into his arms. She blew at the chest hair tickling her nose then bit the nipple closest to her.

  “That was some world-class fucking, big guy! You are amazing!”

  He smiled. “Not getting bored with me yet, huh?”

  She shook her head slowly, then regarded him closely. “No. And that in itself is amazing.”

  He reached over to tweak her nipple. “Ready for round two?”

  She laughed then had a coughing fit. She reached for her glass and he grabbed the bottle. She took a long sip to finish what was in her glass and he refilled it, then poured the last of the bottle for himself. He picked up his glass and clinked it against hers again.

  “To us. May we never get bored with each other.”

  She stared at him searchingly, then nodded before she took another long drink.

  “How about we have the next few rounds tomorrow? Every cell in my body is tired right now. You never told me before you have magic hands. I’ve never felt so exhausted in my life. I could sleep for a hundred years.”

  He smiled. “I have to keep the magic in my hands a secret. Otherwise women all over the world would be clamoring for a massage. I’d never get any rest.”

  Alexandra let out an uncharacteristic giggle. “Their loss. My gain.”

  Dmitri took her empty glass from her hand a
nd leaned over to put both flutes on the bed-stand. He blew out the candle and turned to lie on his back. Alexandra moved closer to him and he reached out his arm to pull her into an embrace. They lay silently for a while, each listening to the sound of the other breathing.

  “Dmitri? You asleep?”

  “Almost. Why?”

  “Thanks.”

  He smiled into the darkness. “For what?”

  “Just…thanks.”

  When he didn’t reply, she said, “I don’t always know what I need. Or what I want. But you seem to…”

  “Um-hmm,” he agreed.

  She listened to his breathing take on the regular rhythm of sleep as he drifted off.

  I never thought I could enjoy just one man so much…

  Her breathing soon regulated itself into a sleep pattern as the first rays of the rising sun began to slip through the cracks of her blinds.

  Chapter Nine

  As they enjoyed their after-dinner drunken coffees the next night, Dmitri took a deep breath before he spoke.

  “So, I’m going out of town for a few days…” he began.

  Alexandra’s eyes widened in surprise. “A few days? How long is a few days?”

  He shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe a week. Maybe longer. Depends…”

  “On what?” Her tone sharpened.

  “On how long I need to take care of business.”

  “What kind of business?”

  He cocked his head to meet her gaze. “It’s not your concern. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back.”

  “So, are you acting as a hit man for your cousin? Heading out of town to kill someone, then you’ll appear back here as if nothing special happened?”

  His eyes narrowed. “Is that really what you think of me?”

  Alexandra shrugged. “I don’t know what to think of you. If you’ll remember, I met you when you were sent to…teach me a lesson, I think was the way you put it. You told me you had put a major hurt on the men you were sent after. Now you tell me you’re going out of town on business. But the only job you have here is being a bouncer on weeknights at a biker bar. That’s not the kind of business you’d need to go out of town for.”