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For my virgin (ahem) entry into the Steam Blog Hop, I thought I'd start out with the Alexandra, the biker queen, who meets Dmitri, the ex-KGB agent who's been sent to tell her to stay away from the famous actor she threatened in the first Minnesota Romance, For the Love of His Life.
She's a businesswoman by day, having been trained by her father to take over his marketing firm once he retired. She plays hardball and usually wins. In her spare time, she "relaxes" by riding with the biker gang she personally recruited.
Dmitri is surprised to learn that the red-headed biker queen is also a businesswoman. And after tracking her down, he's intrigued by her. He's always had a "thing" for redheads.
In this excerpt, Dmitri and Alexandra have returned from a dinner at her father's country club. They're both very dressed up.
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Immediately after she locked the door, Alexandra turned to Dmitri and grabbed at the huge bulge tenting out the pleats in the front of his trousers. "Fuck me now!" She hissed at him.
A small smile played on the corners of his mouth as he shook his head slowly. "No. That's now how I want to play this out tonight."
"What?" Outrage made her voice higher than its usual low timbre.
"Tonight I was a gentleman in a very exclusive club. I was introduced to the most beautiful woman I've ever met, who allowed me to press myself against her as we danced. She lit a fire inside of my soul that demands satisfaction."
"Yes." Alexandra rubbed herself against the immovable wall of man in front of her. "Satisfaction--I like the sound of that."
He put both of his hands over hers, where she was busily undoing the knot of his tie.
"Patience, Sashka. Tonight I'm not up for simple fucking. I want to make love with the fiery redhead who has captivated my very soul. I want to demonstrate to her how much she has moved this cold, dark, dour Russian man to want to bask in her sunlight. I want her to feel cherished, to let her know how precious she is to me. And making that kind of love takes time."
Alexandra sighed dramatically. "Is this going to take so long I should get myself a drink, so I have something to do while I'm waiting for you to finally plow your way into me?"
The corners of his lips rose as he shook his head, covering her lips with a finger to silence her. "Tonight I plan to worship at the altar of your beauty. I hid a bottle of French Champagne in your fridge yesterday. I'll get it, along with two glasses. Then I'll follow you into the bedroom and seduce you as a gentleman does a lady."
Alexandra rolled her eyes. "Fine. As long as I eventually get laid."
She turned and headed toward the bedroom, with him following right behind her until he turned into the kitchen to grab the supplies.
* * * *
When he strode into the bedroom a few minutes later, carrying the bottle and two crystal flutes, he was amused to see that Alexandra had posed herself on the bed, with one leg bent, the other straight out, providing him with an uninterrupted view of her lack of panties.
She smiled at him as he put the glasses onto the table next to the bed, and began to loosen the cork from the bottle. "Are you sure you want to take your time, mister?" She purred. "I'm already dripping hot for you. Why not take the edge off quickly, then we can take things slower after that?"
He poured the bubbling liquid into the two glasses and handed one to her as he shook his head. "No, my dear. This is too perfect of an opportunity to resist. We both wear many faces, as I've said before. Tonight is for you to be a lady being seduced by a gentleman. Especially one you didn't expect to find at the club, where you are usually bored with the selection of men." Dmitri sat on the bed next to her and lit the candle next to the bottle, before he turned off the lamp, so that the room was softly illuminated only by the tiny flame. He pulled off his tie and loosened the top buttons of his shirt, then he 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 really 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 that he already knew would be there, along with a glimpse of the expanse of very white skin that was 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. 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, tossing it to the floor, before he began to rub her foot. His fingers massaged her arches, then moved up to the front pad of her foot, then onto her toes, making her giggle. Then he moved back to the arch and concentrated on upwards movements that made her moan with pleasure.
"I am?" She said 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 right where it hurts--aaah. 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 that 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 not ever 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 that he was having difficulty keeping himself under control.
"Then don't wait." Alexandra held out her arms in an invitation.
Dmitri shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "You have another foot that needs my tender loving care." He moved back down to the foot of the bed again, removing her other shoe, to repeat the massage that had given her such exquisite relief on the first 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 that enters 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 mean, I 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 undid her garter belt, and it joined the other discarded clothing on the floor. He gently nipped at the tender skin at the crease of her upper thigh, and her hips pushed forward as she jumped in surprise.
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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 was producing 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 were actually fluttering 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 return, 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 other discarded items. 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."
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She's a businesswoman by day, having been trained by her father to take over his marketing firm once he retired. She plays hardball and usually wins. In her spare time, she "relaxes" by riding with the biker gang she personally recruited.
Dmitri is surprised to learn that the red-headed biker queen is also a businesswoman. And after tracking her down, he's intrigued by her. He's always had a "thing" for redheads.
In this excerpt, Dmitri and Alexandra have returned from a dinner at her father's country club. They're both very dressed up.
**************************************************
Immediately after she locked the door, Alexandra turned to Dmitri and grabbed at the huge bulge tenting out the pleats in the front of his trousers. "Fuck me now!" She hissed at him.
A small smile played on the corners of his mouth as he shook his head slowly. "No. That's now how I want to play this out tonight."
"What?" Outrage made her voice higher than its usual low timbre.
"Tonight I was a gentleman in a very exclusive club. I was introduced to the most beautiful woman I've ever met, who allowed me to press myself against her as we danced. She lit a fire inside of my soul that demands satisfaction."
"Yes." Alexandra rubbed herself against the immovable wall of man in front of her. "Satisfaction--I like the sound of that."
He put both of his hands over hers, where she was busily undoing the knot of his tie.
"Patience, Sashka. Tonight I'm not up for simple fucking. I want to make love with the fiery redhead who has captivated my very soul. I want to demonstrate to her how much she has moved this cold, dark, dour Russian man to want to bask in her sunlight. I want her to feel cherished, to let her know how precious she is to me. And making that kind of love takes time."
Alexandra sighed dramatically. "Is this going to take so long I should get myself a drink, so I have something to do while I'm waiting for you to finally plow your way into me?"
The corners of his lips rose as he shook his head, covering her lips with a finger to silence her. "Tonight I plan to worship at the altar of your beauty. I hid a bottle of French Champagne in your fridge yesterday. I'll get it, along with two glasses. Then I'll follow you into the bedroom and seduce you as a gentleman does a lady."
Alexandra rolled her eyes. "Fine. As long as I eventually get laid."
She turned and headed toward the bedroom, with him following right behind her until he turned into the kitchen to grab the supplies.
* * * *
When he strode into the bedroom a few minutes later, carrying the bottle and two crystal flutes, he was amused to see that Alexandra had posed herself on the bed, with one leg bent, the other straight out, providing him with an uninterrupted view of her lack of panties.
She smiled at him as he put the glasses onto the table next to the bed, and began to loosen the cork from the bottle. "Are you sure you want to take your time, mister?" She purred. "I'm already dripping hot for you. Why not take the edge off quickly, then we can take things slower after that?"
He poured the bubbling liquid into the two glasses and handed one to her as he shook his head. "No, my dear. This is too perfect of an opportunity to resist. We both wear many faces, as I've said before. Tonight is for you to be a lady being seduced by a gentleman. Especially one you didn't expect to find at the club, where you are usually bored with the selection of men." Dmitri sat on the bed next to her and lit the candle next to the bottle, before he turned off the lamp, so that the room was softly illuminated only by the tiny flame. He pulled off his tie and loosened the top buttons of his shirt, then he 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 really 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 that he already knew would be there, along with a glimpse of the expanse of very white skin that was 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. 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, tossing it to the floor, before he began to rub her foot. His fingers massaged her arches, then moved up to the front pad of her foot, then onto her toes, making her giggle. Then he moved back to the arch and concentrated on upwards movements that made her moan with pleasure.
"I am?" She said 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 right where it hurts--aaah. 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 that 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 not ever 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 that he was having difficulty keeping himself under control.
"Then don't wait." Alexandra held out her arms in an invitation.
Dmitri shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "You have another foot that needs my tender loving care." He moved back down to the foot of the bed again, removing her other shoe, to repeat the massage that had given her such exquisite relief on the first 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 that enters 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 mean, I 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 undid her garter belt, and it joined the other discarded clothing on the floor. 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 was producing 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 were actually fluttering 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 return, 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 other discarded items. 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."
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