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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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.

He kept up the same quick pace with his hand and hips both, fingers flicking across her clit even faster as she got closer to her peak. Even as she tipped over the edge he didn't stop, the pads of his fingers drawing insistent circles around the sensitive spot while his hips rolled up to meet hers, and only when she relaxed on his lap and buried her face in his neck did he pull his hand away again.

He didn't slow down, though. She had just come and he wanted to orgasm as close to her as possible, so both his hands curled on her hips, lifting her up just a hint so that he could pick up his own pace. She felt tighter now and he moaned each time he thrust deep into her, hips snapping up a little rougher the closer he got to his peak, until he finally came a few seconds later, crying out in bliss.

Mary leaned her head back so that she could see his own pleasure through the haze of hers. She squealed a little when he picked up pace, but kept her thighs spread wide for him to take what he needed from her. There was something intensely satisfying about that final push, the thrusts at the end before he came, where it felt like he lost himself completely in her body.

She loved to watch him orgasm, and threaded her fingers through his hair as he came hard underneath her.

His mind was blissfully blank for a short while, his body continuing to move as he rode out his orgasm, thrusting into her in a rapid but gradually more erratic pace until he finally started to come down from his high. He was panting for breath, feeling his body light as pleasure swam through him, his skin tingling with the sensation of having her so close.

He slowed to a halt eventually, pulling her down onto his lap and wrapping his arms tight around her. He wanted to feel her for just a little while longer, so he didn't pull out just yet, lifting his head up to kiss her shoulder, her neck, then her lips.

She was glad to stay right where she was, wanting to keep him close to her. As soon as she could tell that he had come down from his high, Mary returned his eager kisses.

"I love you," she whispered. No man had ever made her feel like she did, both emotionally and physically. Mary had never felt more safe than she felt with Steve.

He whimpered softly into the kiss, gasping for air when their lips parted, his arms curling tighter around her as he held her close. "Love you too, Mary," he breathed, turning his head and letting it rest on the nook of her shoulder for a little while. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Now that he had her, he couldn't bear to let her go. Hopefully she felt the same way, no matter how many obstacles they'd have to face, particularly when it came to her family opposing their union.

"You don't have to imagine," she replied. "I'm yours." Mary had no intention of giving him up, ever. Her hope was that she would be able to use her skills at persuasion to help her parents come around. No one could be more stubborn and hard-headed than her when she wanted something, and she wanted Steve with every fiber of her being.

"As I am yours," he murmured with a languid smile and a warm gaze as he pulled back to look at her again. He slid his hands up and down her back, stroking the soft skin, rounding her shoulders and tracing around her breasts as he admired her. God, she was beautiful. Sometimes he couldn't believe how lucky he was that she loved him back, and that she was just as willing as he was to do whatever it took for them to be together.

Letting his hands drop to her waist, he slowly lifted her weight up so his cock slipped out of her. The loss drew a strained gasp from him, and he laid her down on the bed, crawling over her and kissing her briefly before he lay down next to her himself.

Mary loved every touch he spared her, the way his fingers caressed her skin with such love and desire. She would have to be insane to let him go or want to be with anyone else.

Even though she knew that he must pull out eventually, she still missed the feel of him when he did. Curling up at his side, Mary laid her head on his chest. "Unfortunately, I must leave soon."

He let out a soft whine at her words, even if they came as no surprise. "Why must you always be the bearer of bad news?" He was teasing her of course, pinching her side lightly as he held her close to him.

"We still have a little while. Promise I'll deliver you home well before your curfew." Wouldn't want to make a bad impression with her grandmother and uncle, now of all times. "Do you want to take a bath before going?"

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