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I felt myself going flaccid and knew I had to get rid of my condom. I gave Pash a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back, I have to take care of business here.” Holding my flagging willie in my hand, I went to the toilet to clean things up.

A few minutes later I heard her say, “Ivan, there is someone at the door.”

“What time is it?”

“Your watch says eleven thirty.”

I reached for a towel, thinking, Right on time. I came out, wrapping the towel around myself, and told Pash, “It’s all right, it’s just room service.” I opened the door to find a cart sitting outside with a bottle of iced champagne, fruit and a single red rose. I wheeled it into the room, stopping by the bed. She had put her slip back on, but I noticed her hose and knickers still in the crumbled heap on the floor where I had tossed them.

“Dash it all!” She had her back to me, sliding her hand over the bed.

“What’s wrong, Pash?” I asked, coming over beside her.

“Oh, I lost an earring. Here’s your hair band and the earring, but I can’t find the back.”

I helped her look, running my hand over the spot where her head had been. “Here it is,” I said, feeling it under my hand. I stood up, taking the earring and my gum band out of her hand. I replaced the back on the earring. Lifting her hair, I took the other earring off and tossed the whole business onto the bedside table with my watch.

“Just want to make sure you have them both come morning.” She didn’t contradict me. She walked right past her lingerie, coming over to investigate what I had on the cart. It seemed we were still spending the night.

“When did you order room service?”

I took the champagne out of the bucket and dried off the bottle. “I ordered when I got the key for the room. They close up shop at midnight and I didn’t want to miss getting us a little something.” I could tell she still might be a little piqued.

“You’re just full of surprises,” she said flatly.

Now I knew she held a loaded pistol. I clearly heard the edge in her voice. I opened the champagne and poured us each a glass, waiting to see if she would fire.

“How long have you known about my books?”

Bang! I handed her a glass and told her, “Since this afternoon. Steve mentioned to me that you write, so I looked up your name at the library before I started to work.” Whether or not she believed me, it was the God’s honest truth. She sipped her champagne, considering what I had said.

“Did you look at them?”

“I wanted to, but someone beat me to it.” I paused, wondering how much I should volunteer. I decided to push on. “They didn’t have either book so I asked the librarian to hold them both for me when they come back.” She went around the cart to check out the fruit. I followed her.

“If you don’t want to wait, I could lend you copies. I have a few at home.”

We both reached for the same strawberry, but I got there a split second before she did. “I would like that,” I said as I held out the strawberry for her to take a bite. She looked at me and then at the berry. I felt her making a bigger decision than just taking a bite from my strawberry. When she leaned over and bit it in half, she smiled at me, wiping the juice from her chin. I returned her smile, popping the rest of the berry into my mouth.

There Ivan stood, chewing on a strawberry, grinning like the cat that just ate the canary. And why shouldn’t he? He did just snare his bird. I picked out a piece of melon. I shushed my feminist alter ego and held up the fruit for him to bite. He was an arrogant bugger, with bollocks as big as his donger. So why the devil did I like him so much?

Of course, he did gain more than a few points by rubbing me off before he finished, and then by wanting to read my books. He would stand to gain a few more points right now if that towel would fall off. My stomach fluttered a little when I remembered we would be sharing that bed all night, probably without the towel. I wondered how much time we actually had. “When do you have to be back tomorrow?” I asked as nonchalantly as I could manage.

“I should be back by nine; I have a student scheduled. But I’ll call Steve in the morning to cover for me, so we don’t have to rush. We’ll have time.” Ivan sipped his champagne and then refilled both glasses.

The implication of We don’t have to rush. We’ll have time both excited and frightened me. I had to get away from him and gather my wits. Walking over to the bureau, I picked up my bag. “Would you excuse me for a few minutes? I need to freshen up.” Having returned to his charming and well-mannered persona, he nodded agreeably. As I turned to head for the loo, he adjusted the towel around his waist, giving me a glimpse underneath. I felt myself blush yet again.

I closed the door and leaned against it. What the devil was wrong with me? I just couldn’t seem to get a grip. I felt as though he had just taken me and spun me around like a top and then asked me to walk a straight line. I simply couldn’t do it. I had to let the ground stop moving under me and understand what had just happened.

I’ve done this before, I told myself. I may not be the most experienced woman in the world, but I have slept with enough men to know the territory. Not that I had my tits bored off by it all! Hardly. I liked what I had tasted, in a manner of speaking.

I couldn’t help smirking over my double entendre. Still with the jokes, I thought as I checked my cap. It hadn’t come loose, in spite of the jostling it had received. I looked at the door and thought of Ivan waiting for me on the other side. None of my reactions to him felt familiar. Sweet Jesus, I still burned when I thought of him holding me in place, forcing me to just lie there.

I closed my eyes and hugged myself, rolling his words over in my mind. I felt the burn intensify when I remembered him saying to me, “You like this, don’t you?” Did I really like being forced to submit to him? But he didn’t force me to submit—I did so willingly and with my eyes wide open. So what was it, then?

After I relieved myself, I washed up a bit. The cold water on my face brought me around even more. Was I afraid of him? I looked in the mirror and smiled. Don’t be a nitwit, I thought to myself. I remembered him hosing me off after falling in the mud. I felt his arms around me on Nutmeg and his patience with my inept attempt to learn to ride. I had seen him in the library, surrounded by poetry books. No, he would never hurt me. But I had seen a side of him tonight that belied that gentleness, a more forceful, controlling side.

That wasn’t what scared me, though. I held on to the edge of the washbasin, steadying myself as something unsettling rose to the surface. The intensity of my reaction to him was what scared me. He saw something in me I had never seen in myself. I did like it. I did like submitting to him. I have never felt so helpless in my life, or so powerless, and God help me, never, ever so inflamed. He controlled everything, including my orgasm. I looked in the mirror again and hardly recognized the face staring back at me.

Pash had started to come around. I would give her some space now so she didn’t feel pressured. She had to decide to stay the night with me of her own accord. We would have to settle in for the night sometime.

Even though I knew she needed some time, I started to wonder what the hell was taking so long. I had finished my champagne several minutes ago and didn’t want to pour more until she returned.

I put my trousers in the cupboard with my coat. Remembering I had a couple more condoms in my breast pocket, I retrieved them and put them on the table by the bed. Then I picked up her lingerie. Hearing the water running, I knew she wasn’t yet finished. So, I indulged myself.

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, a soft sound, but still feral like before. He started to slowly move in and out of my mouth. I kept licking, trying to keep the suction even and steady. We continued like this for several minutes. Then he stopped me.

I held her head still and pulled myself out of her mouth. She looked up and asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Not yet, but I do need to lie down.” As I settled on the bed, I considered the possibility that I had actually died and gone to heaven. If there is a heaven, I thought, this is what I would want it to be.

She crawled onto the bed with me. Feeling randy as hell, I asked, “Why don’t you take off your slip and do me some more?” She knelt right in front of me and slowly pulled her slip over her head, practically daring me to take her. But I wasn’t ready yet. “Turn around so I can touch you, too.” She moved her lovely bottom around, bent over and started to tongue me. Sink me twice!

When I took off my slip, I understood what a stripper must feel when men watch her undress. Ivan actually had his hand on his cock, wanking as he looked at me. I burned all through my body, knowing he desired me. It didn’t matter that I had never been this bold before or that I didn’t understand how this could be happening to me. I felt like a harlot and, God forgive me, I loved it! He made me feel terribly safe, even protected.

I wanted to make Ivan burn for me the way I burned for him. As I started to bend over to taste him again, he asked me to turn around. I did so and leaned over, my arse up in the air. I knew that his view had to be deliciously indecent. I licked him just as I felt his fingers move into me. I heard myself make a bestial sound that rivaled his.

I watched her go at me like a hungry calf, all the while rubbing her off. No way in hell did I want to finish this way. We would save that for another time. I smiled with quiet certainty, now believing that there would be more to follow. I stopped her again and pulled her up beside me. I wanted to rest for a few minutes before going on. Otherwise I knew I wouldn’t last worth jimmy shit. She also needed to catch her breath.

I put my arm around her and pulled her close. I could smell myself on her breath. I kissed her lightly and asked, “Are you all right with everything?”

“Don’t worry so much, I’m fine.”

“I want you to enjoy this as much as I am.”

“I think I am.”

I moved my hand to her breast and squeezed her nipple. “I want to finish inside of you, if that is all right.” I squeezed a little harder. Her breath caught. I moved closer to her ear and whispered, “I want to feel you moving like you did before. It felt absolutely smashing!”

“It felt good to me, too.”

She had her eyes closed, her response barely audible, but I heard it. I knew she had more admitted it to herself than said it to me. I continued to whisper as I fondled her. “It’s fine to let go with me. I know you want to.”

She opened her eyes and looked at me. I ran my finger across her lower lip. “Are you ready or do you need more time?” No matter what, I had no intention of pushing her. If I hoped to continue seeing her, I knew she had to trust me.

“I’m ready. Oh, God, yes, I’m ready.”

I leaned over her to the bedside table and picked up another condom, rolling it on as I had before. She opened herself for me, but I did not lie on top of her. Instead, I lay down on my back beside her. Brushing my hand across the tight curls between her legs, I said, “Why don’t you get on top this time?”

“Ivan, I’ve never done that. I’m not sure if I can manage it.”

“We’ll go slowly. You can take all the time you need.” I wanted her to trust me, but I also wanted to look at her. When she humped my hand, I couldn’t believe a woman could be so lost in it. Never before had I seen that. Now, I wanted to see it again, only this time, I wanted to see her riding my cock. “Come on now, try it, I expect you will enjoy it.”

She knelt beside me and then hesitated. I waited. “Are you sure, Ivan?”

“I’m sure, Pash.” With some hesitation, she straddled me. She gingerly took hold of my cock. “Don’t concern yourself, sweetheart, it won’t fall off.”

“Since I do fancy a bit of shag, I would suppose we’ll find out if it will break.” I would have laughed if she hadn’t chosen that very moment to grab me and position the tip at her quim. Instead, I gasped. She had control. I had given it to her.

Now I paid the price. Instead of mounting me as I expected, she slid my tip over her clit. The warm slickness of her lips made my cock throb. Everything in me wanted to have her flat on her back underneath me, but I held on. If I didn’t follow through with this, she would think me a rotter.

She stroked herself a few more times, each rub bringing me closer to finishing. Clutching the sheet, I told her, “Pet, if you keep that up, you won’t have your shag.”

“My, my, how the mighty have fallen! Perhaps I should make you suffer the way you tormented me.” With that, she took my organ and wedged it at her opening. Lowering herself with excruciating care, she slid my cock completely into her body. I twisted the sheet in my hand, trying not to shoot off as her warmth surrounded me.

“Give me a moment, Pash, just stay still. I am so goddamn close, I’m not going to last worth ruddy Nora if you keep going.”

Ivan lay there, sweat trickling down his temples into his hair. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. What with the beauty of his chest underneath me and his hardness inside me, he fairly filled me with his masculinity. His potency overwhelmed me.

When he opened his eyes, he said in a hoarse whisper, “You feel so frigging wonderful!” He put his hands on my hips and took another deep breath. “All right, Redhead, nice and slow until I adjust to this.”

I started to move as he said, slowly, deliberately. Pretending I had one of my dildos inside me instead of his cock helped me to relax. Raising and lowering myself on his length, I fucked him the same way I masturbated with my toys.

Knowing he watched me made me so flipping hot. Putting my hands on his chest, I leaned forward, pushing his cock as deeply into myself as I could. “God, Ivan, help me to come, please.”

I felt his fingers separating my lips, probing, massaging. “Ride me harder, Pash, I can manage it now.” Holding myself steady against his chest, I humped him harder and harder while he rubbed me off. His cock filled me up inside. Every time I rose up and slammed back down on him, my climax edged closer. I rode him wildly, with no modesty and no reservation. All I knew, all I cared about, all I wanted was to come.

When it hit, it slammed me into an orgasmic wall. “Fuck, yes, Jesus fucking Christ, yes!” My entire body convulsed violently.

“My God, Passion Flower!” It took all my strength to hold on to her! Never had I experienced a woman so lost in her own orgasm. I rolled over, taking her with me.

Allowing myself to ride the wave with her, I hammered her spasming cunt, lunging into her again and again. She stayed with me, her pelvis smacking mine, bleeding my balls dry.