thequitecontrary | The Party

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The Party

When Mary, her grandmother, and her uncle were invited to a party hosted by one of 5th Avenue's elite, she knew that she didn't want to bring anyone other than Steve as her guest. Truthfully, she didn't need a guest at all, and if her grandmother had any say, Mary would go alone and talk to the many wealthy single men that would be at this party. Martha had just about accepted that Steve would be a mainstay in their lives now, as it was obvious that Mary was in love with him. Her expressed opinion of Steve was that she liked him, though he was entirely unsuitable for someone of Mary's social stature and wealth. However, she also knew about love, and forbidding Mary to see him would do the exact opposite of what she intended. So, Mary was allowed to bring him.

Steve cleaned up very nicely, which came as no surprise to Mary when he showed up at the house before going over to the party. They alighted from the car and followed Martha and Harold into a huge mansion. Most of the party was taking place in the vast ballroom, where they was enough room for dancing, drinks and conversation.

Mary walked with her hand on Steve's arm, though she didn't stay attached to him for the entire night. When he went off to get them some drinks, she was approached by another man who seemed determined to make conversation with her, and Mary was at least polite about it, chatting with him while she waited for Steve to return.

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Mary looked up at him with big, shining eyes. His tone had made her panic for a moment, until she realized that he wasn't upset at her.

"B-Because women aren't supposed to like sex very much, but I love it with you. I can't get enough of you. I.. don't know if something is wrong with me."

The pleasure and close intimacy of the act made her crave it again and again with him.

"Oh my God, Mary," he breathed out in a near groan, letting his head rest on her shoulder. He caught her hand and held it up to his chest, cupping her face so she'd look at him.

"That's ridiculous. That's just crap people say, it's not true. There's nothing wrong with you. I enjoy sex with you, I love it whenever we are together. I die to feel you every night we spend apart. And I hope that's the same with you, otherwise... well, otherwise I'm doing something terribly wrong."

It was one of the stupidest beliefs out there, honestly. How could anyone enjoy having sex with someone if they didn't enjoy it, too? He genuinely could not wrap his head around the notion that there were men who actually believed women shouldn't enjoy sex, or take any pleasure whatsoever from it.

Mary nodded just a little, glad to hear what he was saying, even though a few tears involuntarily slipped down her cheeks. "I'm sorry if I've frustrated you. Nobody.. has ever told me what you told me. What I did in front of you though... it's so intimate. I'm not quite sure why I did it, but I'm glad it aroused you."

She took his hand and laced their fingers together before she spoke again, realizing something finally. "We can explore pleasure together and it doesn't matter what is proper when we're together like this. It only matters what we think."

"It's alright," he shook his head, kissing her lips and cheek. It was only a product of her upbringing, he couldn't and wouldn't fault her for believing it. "You don't frustrate me. It's alright, Mary, and you can always ask me whatever you want. And I'd expect you did it because it felt good."

She needed no other reason, after all. He laced his fingers through hers, smiling as he leaned in and kissed her knuckles. "That's right. That's the only thing that matters."

"I love you," she whispered, kissing his lips again. "I love having sex with you and the pleasure you've made me feel. You're going to be my husband, and we're allowed to be as intimate as we want. It's for us and no one else."

Mary felt so comfortable to express herself with him. She gingerly took the hand of his that had been inside her and began to lick at his fingers with her tongue, tasting the remnants of her juices. There was something incredibly erotic about that.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that," he smiled, brushing his nose against hers. He felt like kissing her all over, until he covered every inch of her. "I can't wait until we're married. I'll make you so happy, Mary."

He breathed softly as she licked at his fingers, and he leaned in to mouth along her jaw, lips trailing down to her neck as he kissed and nipped gently at the skin.

"I know you will, both in and out of the bedroom," she replied. "You've already showed me so many things that I didn't know could be pleasurable, and I want you to keep showing me more."

Mary wanted to learn what both of them liked, wanted to give him as much pleasure as she received. She trusted Steve to help her feel good and not do anything that might hurt or embarrass her. As she cuddled in closer to him, her hands drifted down his back, brushing over his rear. She took one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked on it like she had his cock.

Steve sighed softly as she drew his finger into her mouth, sucking lightly at her neck. His back arched and he shifted closer to her, feeling his skin itch and grow warmer at the wandering touch, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His thumb brushed across the corner of her lips as she sucked on his index.

Her fingers danced up over his hipbone. Steve's body was very taut and sinewy. He had slim hips but more of a built chest. All in all, Mary found him perfect, and she knew that her desire for him showed clearly in her eyes.

Mary sucked out his finger and grasped his hand with hers. "Make love to me?"

He leaned in as she pulled his finger from her mouth, capturing her lips in a slow, warm kiss. His hand settled on her arm, trailing down her spine and resting at the small of her back as he pulled her closer to him.

"Anything you want," he breathed, even if in this particular case he wanted it just as badly. Kissing her lips and then her shoulder, he moved away from her so he could reach for the drawer of his nightstand.

That kiss was perfect and warm, just what she needed to help light a fire of arousal inside her. While he retrieved the condom, Mary's hands moved down his abdomen and gently gripped his cock. That was another part of him that she found beautiful. It was so much bigger than an average male and it sometimes surprised Mary that she could fit it all inside of her.

Her fist lowered slowly on his cock, trying to get him aroused enough to put the condom on and take her.

His motions slowed down for a moment when she started stroking him, though after a moment and a couple deep breaths, he resumed his movements, digging into that drawer and pulling out a condom and some lubricant. He shifted closer again so he was lying down on his side, facing her, and he opened the bottle to get a bit of lubricant on his length while she kept stroking him. It wouldn't take much longer for her to get him hard again, as it was only his body that needed to catch up to his arousal at this point, and he'd had enough time to recover at this point.

The lubricant made him slick and her hands moved even more swiftly over him. Mary leaned forward to kiss him. When she pulled her hands away, he was about half hard.

"Your body is beautiful. I can't get enough of it." Fingers traced the muscles of his stomach and chest. "Looking at you sometimes makes me want you so badly." She blushed at those words, still slightly embarrassed by them despite his assurances that what she was feeling was normal.

Steve licked softly at her lips, humming into the kiss as she kept stroking him. His hand slid down her side, fingertips brushing along the curve of her hip, then sliding between her thighs.

"You have no idea, Mary," he breathed, voice trembling slightly with arousal at just hearing her say those words. "How hard it is to resist the urge to kiss you sometimes... to touch you. To be driven mad by the sight of you in a crowded room... God, I want you always."

"You may kiss me any time," she said, fingers of one hand threading through his hair. "I am your fiancee now. The whole world will know it soon enough." A smile spread across her face at the thought of preparing for a wedding, of being able to tell everyone that she was engaged to a man she loved, one who made her the happiest she had ever been.

When she was satisfied that he was fully aroused, Mary took the condom from him and opened the package. After placing it at the tip of his cock, she rolled the sheath down his length until he filled it.

He hadn't even thought of it in those terms, honestly, but she was right. Realizing that, his smile grew wider and warmer, leaning in to kiss her again and revelling in the knowledge that he could do it whenever he wanted now.

Kissing across her cheek and jaw, his hand moved farther up between her legs, fingertips pushing gently past her folds. He kept stroking her even as she finished putting the condom on him, eventually pulling away so he could kneel on the bed, reaching for her so she'd sit up too and straddle him.

Mary obliged, straddling his legs and positioning him at her opening. She moved slowly, letting him take time to fill her so that she could get used to the feeling of him inside of her. They had done it enough now that it did not hurt anymore, though there was still pressure sometimes and the sensation of him filling her took a moment to get used to.

She moaned when she finally settled on top of him, his cock buried deep inside of her. Mary rocked her hips slowly against his, enjoying the sensation of feeling all of him.

He closed his eyes, trembling all over and parting his lips in a soft, low moan as she lowered herself onto his lap, taking his cock into her inch by inch. His arms curled tighter around her, fingers sifting through her hair, curling into a soft fist before he loosened the hold again.

"God, Mary... feels so good," he breathed, tipping his head down and resting his forehead against the nook of her shoulder. He waited for her to move first, then his own hips lifted and rolled upwards, a gasp pulled up his throat as his cock shifted and slid in and out of her.

The depths that he was able to achieve inside of her made her moan with each slow thrust. This was perfect and exactly what she needed. Like this, Mary felt incredibly close to him, and it made her feel how much he loved her.

She clung to him tightly as she moved on top of him. "Steve..." she whispered his name as he filled her. She was slick and he was able to move easily in and out of her.

He held her close to his chest, wanting to feel each inch of her body, inside and out, as if it were his own. His head tipped and he planted a trail of kisses along her collarbone, gasping with each deep thrust, his hand on her hair moving farther up and cupping the back of her neck, urging her to lean down so he could kiss her.

She was relaxed fully around him soon enough, and Steve promptly picked up pace, his hips lifting upwards so he was thrusting a little harder into her. His arm around her waist pulled her down at the same time, hoping to coax her into moving faster too.

She cried out when his pace quickened and her own followed suit. Mary loved the feel of him and she didn't want this to be over too soon. It was sweet, passionate lovemaking, the kind that showed them how much they cared for each other. As such, she didn't muffle her moans and sighs. There was no one to hear them anyway.

Leaning her head down, Mary kissed his lips, pulling the lower one into her mouth. Her hands slid down his back as her hips rocked on top of him. The bed creaked under them and her mind was hazy with pleasure.

At first he wanted to pick up pace even more, but once she settled on top of him, he shifted onto a steady pace, not slow by any means but not too frantic just yet. She relaxed much more easily now, and Steve knew he didn't need to be as careful anymore.

He tipped his head up, kissing her back, groaning as she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. His hand left her hair and slid down her neck, trailing her collarbone, thumb grazing across her nipple as he cupped her breast in his palm.

This pace was perfect for her. Mary could feel every inch of him and was glad that her pain had mostly dissipated. It was nice that they could be a bit more passionate together without having to worry about him hurting her.

She let out another moan when he palmed her breast. "Steve.." she gasped. "Please touch me." Mary could feel her pleasure rising with each passing second, and his hand would help take her over the edge.

His mind was a bit of a haze at first when she spoke, and it took him a second or two to actually register what she was asking, and to understand what she wanted him to do. Once he did, though, he was prompt in giving her just what she wanted. His hand dropped lower between them, and he leaned back just enough to give room for his fingers to slide down to where their bodies met, slowly trailing along her hairs until he was stroking her clit in circles while thrusting into her in a similarly quick pace.

The combination of his thrusts and his hand on her most sensitive place was exactly what she needed. It didn't take very long for her to be brought up to her peak. With a sharp cry, she tilted her head back and let the pleasure wash over her. Her muscles tightened around him as her back arched. Mary held him close, her face buried in his neck as she fell apart around him.

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