Chapter 1

I slowly worked my way up out of the deep sleep I had been in. On one hand, I felt terrible. My mouth was bone dry; my head was splitting; my stomach felt as though I had left it in free fall on a roller coaster. But the warmth I felt below my belly, coupled with the sticky wetness between my legs, made it all worth while.

I managed to crack one eye open against the terrible glare of the sun. I was to find out later that it was a very overcast day, in more ways than one. The idea that a brilliant sun was burning me up could be attributed only to my condition. I did squint from underneath the arm I had thrown over my face. From the condition of my body, which included teeth marks and some remarkable hickeys, I had indeed had a VERY good time. I closed my poor, abused eye and smiled.

It had been way too long since I had woken in this condition. Not hung over, I hastily add, that condition I don't care if I ever repeat. I mean with my insides feeling stretched and slick and all but raw. In short, well fucked.

I didn't have any reasonable, or unreasonable, explanation for that being such a rare condition of late. My husband, Ivan (so named in respect for the family matriarch who had been peacock proud of a tiny distant relationship to the Romanov dynasty) and I had not had sex in over two months, and the six months before that had been a case of "few and far between".

It wasn't that way when we first met, literally bumping into each other at work. I was a statistical analyst who stayed in the office and juggled numbers. He was a roving inspector, checking on and eliminating possible safety hazards and code violations. Holy cow, from our first date we had been unable to keep our hands off each other. I knew for sure why I was so hot for him that I almost broke my rule of no sex on the first date. Ivan is tall, over 6 feet, with a firm, muscular body that I loved touching. Coupled with his blue eyes and blonde hair and a face that wasn't pretty boy handsome but was so attractive. I mean, damn, just about my only thought had been to hang on to him.

I was astounded when he took no for an answer that first night. I confided in my best friend, Evelyn, that I thought I had all but led him on only to turn him down. I really hated the thought of being a prick-tease, especially since I was so attracted to him.

"Listen, Marie," she told me. "If he's the right kind of guy, he'll wait." She added thoughtfully, "I don't know if Ivan will, he's got quite a reputation. I suppose you could drag him off to the supply closet if you think he's slipping away, but honestly, I don't know if he's right for you."

That made we wonder. Generally I figured Evie knew what she was talking about. Slender, blonde herself, and with a body that she kept in great shape, I considered her the best looking female at the company we worked for. And that was 18 floors of people. She was under constant siege by the guys. There were even a couple of the girls I had seen turn their heads when she went by. She definitely outclassed a skinny black-haired girl who's major attraction was a pretty decent set of legs. God, I even wore glasses, although I used contacts most of the time.

Evie and I had known each other in college. Good friends, we had hung out together and had shared some great times. In fact, she had been the one who had got me the job with the company, right in the same office she already worked in. It made the learning curve very short for me, since she and I often spent the evenings at each other's apartments and she made me wise to how things worked, both formally and informally.

She always seemed to have her reservations about Ivan though. She never came right out and said she didn't like him, but I could tell from the moment he and I started dating she didn't think it was going to work.

I almost didn't tell her the first time Ivan and I made love. I guess I couldn't hide it, since I was bubbling over the next morning at the office. She sighed, shook her head and then asked for all the wicked details, which I was happy to supply.

"Let's start with dinner at the Point." I went on to describe our table at the highly popular restaurant overlooking the ocean. I told her about the candle-lit table, the champagne, the dinner. I told her how we left his car in the parking lot, instead opting to walk the mile or so down the beach to his condo, which also was on the ocean.

"Never mind!" Evie interrupted at that point. She laughed, but it was a strained laugh with a hollow ring to it. She patted my hand, told me it was great I had such a wonderful time but she needed to get back to work and left.

I stared after her. That was so unlike Evie. Had she been, well, jealous somehow? I had never noticed her being interested in Ivan, but she was upset about something. I resolved to find out what it was, sometime or another. Right then, a silly smile was tugging at my lips and I leaned back with my eyes closed.

The moment the door closed behind us I was in Ivan's arms. Some four or five inches taller than me, he swept me up in the air, his mouth seeking mine. I wound my arms around his neck, my fingers running through his hair as I opened my lips for his probing tongue. The kiss was passionate, my need and his need running together. I dropped my pocketbook as well as the heels I had already doffed for our beach front stroll.

His arms were around me, one hand clamped on my ass. I felt a jolt run through my body, then I realized that he was climbing the stairs next to the door. I thought about wrapping my legs around his waist, but there was something so delicious about simply dangling in the air. I kicked my feet in excitement.

I thought he was carrying me to the bedroom. I discovered he had a more interesting place in mind. I felt myself pressed against a wall at the end of the upstairs corridor. It was only when his free hand fumbled behind me that I realized it was a door. It opened and I felt the night sea breeze.

I giggled and he laughed deep in his throat. He kicked the door closed after we came out onto a darkened balcony overlooking the crashing surf. Still kissing me, he laid me onto a chaise lounge. Then he stood and began to undress. I wiggled on the thick mattress, my eyes drinking in the sight of his body.

I wasted no time in shedding my own clothes, stretching out for him as he finished stripping and fell to the broad lounge chair, already covering me with his body. Just as I was about to protest he was smothering me, he caught me in a firm grip and rolled over. I found myself straddling him, his hard cock finding the cleft of my ass.

He grinned up at me, his hands going to my breasts. They were big hands, but touched me so gently, running his fingers under my small breasts, lifting them to hold them in his palms. Fingertips held my erect nipples, pressing them and giving short, quick tugs.

I was kneeling over him, my ass resting comfortably back against his shaft. I rose slightly, my hand reaching down and between us. My fingers circled his cock and slid up and down as I rubbed the head against my pussy. It wasn't a giant cock, but I had been running through a dry spell and I wanted to make damn good and sure he was well lubricated.

Deciding I had waited long enough, I braced myself and began to lower my body. I paused and closed my eyes as the head parted my lips and pressed into me. Loving the feeling, I sank down on his erection bit by bit, until with a deeply satisfied moan, my knees collapsed and I rested on his groin.

I took a moment to savor the pulsation of his shaft inside me. I planted my hands on my ass, serving to arch my back and pull my nipples against the grip of Ivan's fingers. Then I began to bounce, using the strength of my legs to ride up and down him. I rose slowly, the head of his cock sliding down my wet channel, stretching me as it went. I dropped down each time with an effort, forcing him deep inside me. His entire length rode up and down along my inside walls.

I was riding Ivan harder and harder. Now I was all but grunting as I drove myself down on his cock. Suddenly his hips bucked and he met me. He abandoned my breasts and grasped my hips firmly, pulling me down as he thrust upwards.

I squealed the first time he did that. It felt as though his cock had become twice as long and that every inch of it was slamming into me. Mindlessly I kept on, riding the waves that were coursing through my body. Casting caution to the night sea air I gave a high pitched yell as my body tensed and exploded.

We both kept going, lost in the moment now. My head swam in delight as he became wild, crushing his cock into me. I begged him to come, to fill me with himself. I felt him tremble, impossibly becoming even bigger inside me. Then a tremendous hot blast filled my pussy and I fell forward onto him.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I shivered and spooned against his back as the fog from the morning air rolled in on us. I tried to pull him on top of me like a living blanket.