Dangerous Union

Chapter 10

Irina

What an ugly asshole. I slammed the door into the room, hoping he would take him directly in the face. Too bad I wasn't so lucky, because after a minute he entered the room, as if nothing had happened, on his face he had a smirk that made him tremendously sexy.

Something that I have annoyingly noticed in the last few hours.

She was f*****g sexy.

Every time I looked at it, I felt my heartbeat accelerate dangerously, my body heated up strangely, in a way I had never experienced, except for the times when, safe in my room, I touched myself thinking of the most erotic scenes of the books I had read.

The fact that he had wandered around our room bare-chested, or rather almost naked, did not help at all.

I couldn't be attracted to him already, it wasn't possible.

I opened the doors of the walk-in closet and entered it like a fury. I took off my shoes and left them with the others, and then I began to take off my earrings and put them in the jewellery box. I saw in the mirror the reflection of Noah entering the walk-in closet, and suddenly, he felt a grip of anxiety in his stomach.

Only then did I realize that we would spend the night together. That this would be the first night of many together.

I would have shared the bed with this man, as well as my life, and I would have had to share my body with him.

My cheeks immediately reddened while rather dirty images appeared in my head. I was stuck with my hands locked behind my back, intent on undoing my dress, while a strong heat took possession of my body.

I had always been away from any human being of the opposite s*x, and I had never thought about s*x, or men in general. I had never even given someone a kiss. Everything I knew about s*x I had read from books, and from biology lessons at school but that was only a scientific point of view.

But at that moment all my mind thought was what it would be like to have a body on top of mine, of his body on top of mine. What it would have been like to touch my lips with his, to touch him.

I caught fire as my mind visualized my hands passing over the muscles of his abdomen, where I had glimpsed a tattoo, his shoulders.

"What are you thinking about?" asked his voice suddenly nearby.

I blinked and refocused my vision.

Noah was behind me, his ocean-blue eyes meeting mine through the mirror. His chest brushed against my back and I held my breath.

"So?" he asked.

"What?" I said like a fool.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked me again, and his voice seemed to have become hoarse, sending a shiver down my whole body.

I cleared my throat "Nothing", I croaked, and he stared at me for a moment, then gave a mischievous smile, and I'm sure I felt my panties fall to the floor.

"Liar," he said, stepping back.

Immediately, he missed his body heat, which was not well.

"I'll help you", he said suddenly, and his hands undid the bow of my dress, and then he pulled down the zipper, completely exposing my back and making my breath take my breath away. "If you want I can help you take it off completely" he told me in a low and hoarse voice.

My eyes widened, and my cheeks turned completely red as he burst into laughter. He then walked away and looked at me one last time. I came out of the walk-in closet and entered the bathroom. I pulled out the breath I was holding, placed my hands on the cabinet, and let my head fall forward.

Fuck.

*******

I went back to the room, turned off the bathroom light, looked around, and found Noah comfortably slouched in bed, with the television remote control in his hand. It wasn't there when I came out of the walk-in closet, but now it was.

I took a deep breath and removed the covers from my side of the bed, but he took up practically all the space in the world. I snorted from the effort of pulling the covers, making him laugh, and then I got under the covers, looking for a way to squeeze the pillows as best I could.

"What's so much fun?" I blurted out, throwing the pillow on the bed after flattening it as much as possible.

Noah shrugged, "Nothing," he said as he picked up a movie on television. I snorted and let myself fall into the pillow, touching my belly and watching television or the movies he was reviewing.

"You know" I began to say "A real man would let the woman choose the film" I said crossing my fingers on my belly.

"You know, a real man prefers not to risk romantic comedies," he said, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"Isn't that a method of hooking up?" I asked.

"Hooking up?" he repeated, laughing.

"Yes, you make the girls happy like this... Will you secure the night?" I asked again,

Noah burst out laughing so hard that I think it destroyed the walls of sound. He threw his head back, laughing. I took a pillow and threw it at him.

"I'm glad to know that I'm so funny that you risk the complete collapse of your bladder," I said, rolling my eyes.

"It's just an honor to be able to make me laugh" he said confidently "Second thing" he said looking at me "I don't need that kind of bullshit" he said and his gaze became almost hot.

I'm convinced I've turned completely red, so I reached out and pulled out the remote control. Then I turned to the television and started scrolling through the movies. I chose one and let it start, then turned off the light and focused on the screen.

"Action?" he asked, and I sighed. "Is it your way of winning men?" he asked.

"I don't need this kind of bullshit" I echoed him and he laughed.

"And what do you need?" he asked curiously.

I turned to look at him and tilted my head to the side. His f*****g mocking smile, his eyes shining, intensified by the light that gave the television screen.

I gritted my teeth then he softened my features, I blinked a couple of times and he froze for a moment, I approached placing both hands close to his body and practically putting myself on all fours next to him. I brought my face close to his, so close that our noses almost touched. His breath was taken off and our eyes met. I bit my lower lip and his eyes glued to my lips, I saw him swallow with difficulty and then run his tongue over his lips. He started to approach me as if to kiss me, but I reached out, took the water on his bedside table, and then walked away and put me back in my place, pretending nothing happened.

"Nothing," I then said, shrugging my shoulders.

I glanced in his direction and found him staring at me, almost stunned. "Oh, I see", he said. "Do you know what I need?" he asked.

"I don't think I asked you," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Better not to know," he said, suddenly getting out of bed.

He was wearing only boxers, and my gaze was immediately focused on the bump between his legs, and my breath took off my throat; he pretended nothing had happened and turned around, trying to cover himself before going to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. I sighed and put a hand to my chest, my heart beating so fast that it seemed to want to get out of my ribcage.

The sound of the open shower came from the bathroom and I sighed, as my body went on fire.

Shit. s**t. s**t.

I looked at the door, and then, with a sigh, I slipped my hand under my pyjama shorts, already feeling the humidity.

I may not have had experience with other guys, but I knew perfectly well how to pleasure myself on my own and at that moment, it was just what I needed. I brushed my with a thumb and bit my lower lip, focusing my eyes on the bathroom door, on the sound of the roar in the shower. Immediately my head sent me pictures of Noah in the shower, completely naked and f*****g.

A moan escaped me, and I slipped a finger inside, meeting the movement of my pelvis. All it took was a sigh, a breath too close to him and my body was on fire, my cunt was wet and the orgasm was so close that I only needed to touch myself once to disintegrate, and that's exactly what happened.

I pushed my finger into myself and shattered myself into a thousand pieces, moaning softly. I closed my eyes and continued to rub my p***y, until the waves of pleasure subsided and my breathing returned to normal.

I sighed, pulled my hand out of my pants, and looked up at the ceiling.

If it took so little to catch fire, what would happen when he will touchme?

But more importantly, why was I thinking about that?

Did I want to be touched by him?

For the first time, the prospect of sex... I liked it.

Noah

I threw myself under the freezing water; my c**k was hard as marble and threatened to destroy the wall if I slammed it into it. I hoped that the cold water would calm that heat that had accumulated in my lower abdomen, that irrepressible desire to take Irina and bend her in front of me and then f**k her violently.

I could have done it very well. I had seen it in her eyes, in the way her pupils had dilated and her breath had become shorter. I had glimpsed her n*****s hardening under that thin tank top she was wearing, and it had taken all the willpower not to squeeze them between my fingers, especially when she had approached and brushed against me.

My c**k became hard again, and I moaned.

Irina Volkov had been here for less than a day and was already threatening to drive me crazy. I grabbed it by the base and closed my eyes as I began to slowly masturbate.

In my head, I imagined that I was sitting on the bed, with Irina bent over in front of me and her mouth occupied by my c**k.

I threw my head back and moaned as my movements increased, faster and more violent.

The image changed, and the vision of her beneath me surfaced, my c**k sinking into her. I imagined her p***y tight and wet, like heaven on earth. My hips pushed against my hand at the same time that in my dream I sank into her, feeling her warm body under mine, her moans were pure pleasure to me, as she called out my name and crumbled beneath me. Her wet cunt squeezed my c**k until it almost crushed me as she came with a scream, and, at the same time, I came too, with a hoarse and low moan, spraying my c*m on the shower tiles. I slammed my hand against the wall and tried to calm my breathing while I continued to pump myself with my hand.

It seemed that my c**k didn't want to stop cumming, it kept throbbing violently, and my head gave me images that did nothing but send visions and visions of Irina.

I had to find the f*****g way to convince her to f**k, or I would freak out.

******

I came out of the bathroom with a towel around my hips and looked at the bed. The sweet and mischievous Irina was curled up on one side, completely asleep, while the film she had chosen was already halfway through.

With a sigh, I went to the walk-in closet, went inside, dropped the towel, and threw it in the basket of dirty clothes. I opened the drawer, and I took out a pair of boxers; I was about to put them on when, through the mirror, I saw Irina, with her eyes open, watching me, or rather looking at my exhausted c**k that seemed to want to get hard again.

I turned my back to her and hid a smile as I put on my boxers. I turned off the light, went back to the room, walked around the bed, slipped under the covers, turned off the television, and put the remote control on the bedside table.

I crossed my arms behind my head and looked at the ceiling. The house was not silent at all. Outside, the voices of the various guards and the comings and goings of cars filled the room, and Irina's breathing combined with mine.

"Do you go to the gym?" Irina asked suddenly, and I turned my head towards her. She had her back to me, but I knew she was awake.

"What?" I asked, frowning.

I heard her sigh and then turned to me, lying on her side and putting her hands under the pillow. Her eyes met mine and I sighed,

"I asked if you went to the gym," she said again.

"Why?" I asked, frowning.

"You took a second shower, and unless you killed someone, the only alternative is the gym," she said.

I laughed softly and looked at her. Maybe I could play with her, tease her, draw her into my canvas, and get the maximum result. Neither of us would have escaped from that marriage, so perhaps it would have been better to make it fruitful. In the end, I was attracted to her; the scene in the bathroom was proof of that, and I was sure that she was attracted to me too, and if she wasn't, I would make her want me.

I would have made sure that he wanted me so much that he didn't think about anything anymore. I would have made sure that he had a physiological need for me, that he could no longer stay away from me, and that he could not live without me. And the prospect... well, I liked the prospect, but not a little.

"No, I didn't go to the gym," I said, turning to the side. I reached out and moved a lock of hair from in front of her eyes. I felt her tremble slightly. Oh yes, I was having an effect on her. "That's not what pushed me to take a cold shower," I said, approaching her.

The moonlight came in through the window above the bed and shone on her fair skin, making her almost glow like she was a f*****g goddess; I would gladly kneel to her.

"Do you know why?" I asked her, brushing her nose with mine.

Her voice was little more than a whisper. "No" She shook her head, and then I got closer, brushing her ear with my lips.

"I had my c**k so hard that I had to take a cold shower, but even so, it wasn't enough" She held her breath. "And do you know what I did?" I asked her, and she shook her head slightly. "I jerked off and came on the shower tiles; remember it when you do one", I said, moving away slightly from her to look at her.

Her cheeks had taken on a more intense color and her pupils had dilated, her breathing was short and accelerated and I almost gloated at the vision, if it hadn't been for my c**k threatening to get hard again and I wouldn't have been able not to rub it against her.

"Have you ever seen a c**k?" I asked her and she widened her eyes and then bit her lower lip and shook her head "Well now you saw it" I told her approaching again and she widened her eyes even more.

"I don't have.."

"Didn't you spy on me while I was naked?" I said "Liar" I teased her "I saw you" I told her then touching her nose with mine "If you want it ... just ask" I told her, brushing her lips with mine.

A shiver ran through my whole body and I almost moaned at that slightest contact, she stopped completely and I brushed her lips again.

"But I don't think you're ready yet" I said and then I walked away "Good night" I said turning away and closing my eyes.

I heard her mumble, and a smile surfaced on my lips.