thequitecontrary | The Party

Entry tags:

steve trevor

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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?"

Mary frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, darling." She kept track of the time because she didn't want to return late. Her grandmother had been very forgiving so far, but Mary did not know how far her generosity would stretch.

"I'd love a bath," she answered with a smile. "I admit that I might get very distracted though. Being in a bathtub with you makes me want to do things that are quite naughty." There was a glint in her eye.

He understood her reasons, and he agreed completely. Luckily it shouldn't be much longer before they had a little more freedom to spend time together, even though he was well aware it wouldn't be acceptable for them to sleep together before they were married. Their little dalliances would have to be kept a secret until then, one way or the other— or stop entirely, if Mary felt that was safer around her family in England. They did seem more strict and proper than her American relatives.

"Mm, I think we have time for... one more naughty distraction," he hummed with a smile, turning to the side so he could kiss her. "I'll fill up the tub. Come get you when it's ready?"

It would be much more difficult in England, which was maybe why Mary wanted to get in all that she could for the time being. She didn't plan on truly stopping though. After having a taste of sexual pleasure, she couldn't imagine being without it.

Mary nodded as he went to go fill the tub. She curled up with her head on the pillow and the sheets wrapped around her, closing her eyes for just a moment.

He rushed to the bathroom, turning on the taps and letting the tub fill up a decent amount and adding a bar of soap in so a few suds formed on the surface. He took the opportunity to take off his condom, tossing it in the trash, then he went back to the bedroom to find her curled up on his bed.

It was a perfect sight, and for a moment he almost didn't want to interrupt. With a smile on his face, he made his way over, sitting down on the edge of the bed and propping a hand on the mattress to her other side so he could lean down and kiss her temple. "Should I carry you?"

Mary opened her eyes and looked up at him with a serene smile. She nodded and untangled herself from the sheets on his bed so that he could take her in his arms.

"I can't wait until we're able to spend the night together. I want to register as Mr. and Mrs. Trevor on the boat so that we can stay in the same room."

It wasn't like they couldn't do whatever they wanted, regardless, but Mary want to at least have the appearance of respectability. There would be no question about them staying in the same room if it was thought they were husband and wife.

"I'd love that too," he smiled, as he reached down and picked her up from the bed, one arm around her shoulders and the other hooking underneath her legs. "Won't Anna tell your family, though?"

Not that he didn't trust Mary's maid, but he just wanted to be sure. There was no way they could register as a married couple and sleep in the same room for the whole trip without Anna knowing, after all— he just wanted to know that wouldn't eventually become a problem for him and Mary, if it were to reach her family's ears somehow.

He carried her towards the bathroom, leaning down near the edge of the tub and lowering her onto the warm water, climbing in afterwards.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling up at him as he cradled her in his arms. Her face fell a bit when he mentioned Anna.

"Oh, damn," she said softly. Mary had honestly forgotten about the fact that Anna would be returning with them. "I'll speak with her. She and I are very close. I think if I made her understand, she would keep that secret to herself." Anna was relatively conservative though, and she wondered if she would truly understand, but Mary knew that she'd keep quiet if Mary asked her to. She worked for the family, but had been Mary's personal maid for so many years that she was mostly loyal to her.

The warm water felt wonderful and relaxing on her body, and she made herself comfortable as Steve got in behind her. She settled back against his chest.

"If you say so," he nodded. "I'll trust your decision." He didn't know Anna nearly as well as Mary did, so if she was sure she'd keep that secret, then Steve would be all too happy to go along with it. Really, if it gave him an opportunity to sleep with Mary and wake up and cuddle in bed with her every morning for a whole week, then far be it from him to oppose.

He settled comfortably on the tub, his hands sliding up her back. He caught her hair and rolled it up so it wouldn't get too wet, as that would likely give it away that they hadn't truly just been out drinking. Not that he thought they'd fool her grandmother for a moment, but still.

"I'll check her reaction when we speak, though I feel that Anna would be honest with me. If she was going to tell Mama and Papa, she would be upfront about it." And if she said she simply couldn't keep this a secret then Mary would have to room with her - and sneak out to be with Steve at night.

Mary's hair was a wreck after their sex, and while she would try to spruce it up before she left, there was no way that Martha wouldn't suspect. Mary felt like she didn't give a damn though. She felt too good, and was too much in love, and Steve was going to be her husband. She caught his hand and held it as she admired the ring on her finger.

"Alright," Steve nodded, trusting Mary to handle the situation. He didn't want Anna to feel uncomfortable with keeping a lie like that, but honestly, he loved the possibility of sharing a room with Mary for the whole trip far too much to tell her they could skip on that. Now that Mary had brought it up, he was even more eager for the trip.

He looked at their hands and smiled, swiping his thumb across her ring. "It looks so perfect on you," he said softly, kissing her temple.

Mary grinned when he commented on the ring. "It's beautiful. Thank you. I hope it didn't cost you terribly much." As much as she liked that he bought it for her, she didn't want him to go bankrupt. They would be better after they were married, when her money would become his money as well. She was sure that would be part of the reason why her father would object to the marriage in the first place. It was quite obvious that Steve was not digging around for money though. He loved her for who she was, not what she had.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject