She raised her right hand and softly knocked. Ian pulled the door open, staring at Claire with his small grin. He had taken off his tux coat and shirt, and stood barechested with just his black trousers on.
“I see my queen has made a brief stop on her way,” he finally spoke, glancing at the brown sack under Claire’s arm. “Are you just an incredibly beautiful delivery ‘boy’, or would you care to come in and share it with me.”
Claire smiled back, taking in the view before her. Ian had been very dashing in his “Bondesque” attire at the ball, but seeing his bare torso with heavy chest and shoulder muscles, tight stomach, and sinewy arms was an even better feast. She moved across the threshold and wrapped her arms around him, kicking the door closed with her foot. They kissed again, this time just lightly brushing their slightly parted lips...no urgency... enjoying the feel and taste of each other. Ian pulled back and took the bottle from Claire’s hand, setting on the table by his dresser. He turned back to her and, placing his hands on her shoulders, slid the thin straps of her dress over her arms. She dropped her arms, and the dress fell in a pile at her feet.
Claire always felt slightly shy and uncomfortable being totally nude in front of her husband, who always preferred the lights off when making love. She now loved the feeling of standing naked before Ian in his well lighted room, staring back at him... watching the hunger in his green eyes as they traveled from her face to her toes... with neither making a move to touch. Her skin tingled the same as if his eyes were fingers and tongue, and she again felt the rush of her wetness move from her swollen lips to her thighs.
Ian broke the trance first. He moved gently against her, one hand reaching up and pulling the blonde wig from her head, the other cupping her left breast, his thumb teasing the engorged nipple. Claire pulled the pins from her dark hair and shook her head, letting her curls fall to her shoulders, as she leaned forward and kissed him more deeply this time. Ian spun her slightly, pushing the back of her legs against his bed, so she sat with her lips now against the hard stomach covered with dark curls of hair. Her hands went to his trouser catch, and the zipper, and quickly his pants had also fallen to the floor. Hooking her fingers inside the waistband of his plaid boxers, she then slid these over his hips and down his tan, muscular legs. Ian stepped out of his pants and boxers, and then moved back against Claire, his fully erect cock pressing into her sensitive breasts. She continued kissing his stomach, and lightly running her tongue in and around his navel, while her fingernails lightly scratched his firm butt and backs of his thighs....
(to be continued)
