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 After calming herself for a while, Lena returned to the party. The dessert had been served, and she sat down and started eating her portion. Ice-cream with raspberries had always been her favourite and she sighed in contentment. This reward made it worthwhile to tolerate all the crude comments from her table companion. "If a woman ever looks at me that way, I take her straight to bed." Devon grinned at her. She rolled her eyes at the man that was ruining the perfect moment. "That would only happen if you were a raspberry," she returned. "Would it help if I covered myself in raspberry juice?" "You never know unless you try. I bet any dog will approve." "Just the dogs?" "And probably a few desperate, middle-aged women. Who knows? But it will be terribly sticky, I guess." He laughed. "Getting glued to my bed does sound tempting though." "Ever tried super glue?" "Not in large amounts, no." "I bet that would tear off some skin and give you a free ride to the local hospital." "Nah, I prefer handcuffs. Much easier to remove when the fun is over." That did it, Lena thought. She was not having a bondage discussion with Devon, no matter how knowledgeable he was on the matter. "Look, Devon. Are you able to have a conversation without all the sexual innuendos?" Lena challenged him. "Sure. But it wouldn't be as much fun https://bestfreehdporn.pro/." "Ever heard about table manners and proper conduct?" "No," he grinned widely. "I thought so." "Ever heard about 'Carpe diem' and 'Living in the moment'?" he countered. "Sure. But some of the things I want to do right now is probably illegal." "How so?" "It's not normal to tell the victim in advance." "Will it be pleasant or unpleasant." "Definitely the latter." "Hah, you can't take me." "I bet I could. If my aim was good," she glanced down his body. "All right. Let's head outside and you can prove it to me," he suggested. She snorted. "Fighting in the snow? Yuck, it's too cold." "Sissy." "I don't even have to bring a measuring tape to know who will win." "No?" "You know what the male salmon does?" "Enlighten me." "They align their bodies before a fight. And if the contender is much larger than themselves, the smaller one just swims away." "So?" "It's called survival of the fittest. It's no use wasting energy when you can't win. Then it's better to eat and grow, before trying again next year." "I thought women adored men that were larger than themselves?" "In the 'Stone Age' perhaps. These days a large man is far too expensive." "How so?" "He eats more, and I will need to buy a longer bed." "So? "Let me spell it out then, Devon. I'm not interested. Not now, not ever." He chuckled softly. "There are a lot of other benefits to large men that you seem to have forgotten." "Like?" Then it suddenly occurred to her just as his grin turned broader and more smugly. "That is just more painful." "It just requires a longer foreplay." He smiled knowingly. "Being squished like a bug underneath a mountain is not my idea of fun." He laughed heartily. "It's never a boring moment when you're around, Lena. I'll give you that." She harrumphed and concentrated on eating her dessert. The ice cream had melted and lay sulking on her plate. She hated melted ice-cream. Thanks to Devon she had forgotten her favourite dessert just to feed him with a few more verbal spikes. She wanted to torment him the way he tormented her, and she briefly wondered if it would work better if she placed drawing pins on his chair. With her luck, he would probably discover them and decide to do something even nastier in return. Or more likely, someone else would get hurt in his place. Still, the idea had some benefits, making his stay a little less pleasurable than it was. He laughed and she looked at him, her face probably revealing her thoughts all too clearly. "Hey, bug-lady. You might want to wipe off some of that raspberry juice around your mouth before I start licking you." The man was incorrigible, Lena concluded. *** Chapter 3 - Close quarters The spitfire was avoiding him, Devon realised. After his last comment, she had vanished into the kitchen, keeping herself busy with chores and doing the dishes. He knew it was all a pretence to stay away from him. He would have loved to return the favour, had it not been for the alluring effect she had on him, drawing him closer to her fire when he should have been insulted by her words. Instead, he watched as her nipples tightened and her eyes heated by his presence. She wanted him, just as much as he wanted her. She had always ignored the tension between them, but it seemed to grow stronger every time they met. Making them circle around each other and battling it out, without any concern for the other people present. He had thought that the tension would have lessened by now. Instead, it seemed that it only increased, until there would come a time when it would explode in their face. He had a feeling that the fiery woman would be just as fiery in bed and he longed to experience that. Even so, as soon as she was in his bed, the passion would probably cool off and eventually die. His last relationship had emphasised that to him. It seemed that as soon as the hunt was over, the women started to make demands while complaining about his silence and his affection for his work. It had not helped that his ex had constantly been searching for something better and someone richer than him. Eventually, the relationship that had seemed so solid in the beginning had withered into a strong desire to be alone for a while. He had broken out of the relationship and discovered that he enjoyed his solitude. Even his sexual desires had slumbered, making him feel a lot more at ease with himself and his needs. But the local wildcat had changed all that. After only a few minutes in her presence, fuelled by her alluring scent and her verbal spikes, his body has been on high alert, making all his sexual urges surface and command him to take immediate action. How that woman managed to get him so riled up, he could never understand? All he knew was that she had the unique ability to make him feel more alive than he had for the last few years. His blood seemed to flow faster and his skin tingled in anticipation, urging him to put his hands on her skin and feel the texture. This time it felt even worse than normal. Maybe it was simply the knowledge that she would be sleeping just a few meters from himself. So close but still out of reach, unless she could be persuaded to share some mutual pleasure. He had strong doubts about it but based on her brother's remarks it might be worthwhile to increase the stakes and push her boundaries. So far, he seemed to have triggered a response in her as well, and that was worth the ache he felt in his dick. He chuckled. His body was definitely coming alive. No doubt about that. *** An hour later, Lena finally excused herself and went to bed. She felt so tired her eyes refused to be open much longer. It was definitely time to seek out her bed and crash before she fell asleep on the warm leather couch. It had gradually become more difficult to keep herself awake and when her mother had invited everyone to a card game, she decided that she would either have to join in or sit and talk to Devon. Going to bed seemed the better alternative. She supported herself on the wall as she headed straight for her bedroom. She undressed and found her nightdress at the bottom of the suitcase she had brought with her. It was chilly inside of her room and she kept her warm socks on as she headed for her bed. Then it occurred to her. Why wasn't she feeling the fresh scent of peppermint in her mouth? The one she usually had when going to bed? It finally dawned on her. She had forgotten to brush her teeth. She could just go to sleep, but there was something missing. Also, now that she thought about it she needed to find a toilet also if she were to sleep well. She sighed. Talk about being tired. Maybe she really should have gone to bed a few hours ago after all. She walked into the hallway and headed straight for the bathroom. She finished up her evening rituals, going to the toilet, brushing her teeth before washing her face and adding some night cream to her face. She realised that she had forgotten to put on mascara earlier that evening and she laughed at herself. Oh well, no one could ever accuse her of being too vain when it came to her makeup. Still, it didn't matter. There was no bachelor worth impressing among their small party so she might as well relax and show the world the real her without the makeup. At the same time, the bathroom door was flung open and she realised that she had forgotten to lock it. She whirled around and met Devon's eyes as he moved his eyes over her body from top to bottom before stopping to look at the deep cleavage in her nightdress. "Nice," he said and smiled at her. "Huh?" "Now that's a view I can get used to," he said. That made her more awake. "A normal person would excuse himself and leave," she said. "Lock the door of you don't want an audience," he said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Are you done?" She snorted. "No, I have to spend at least one more hour here, what do you think?" "Wouldn't surprise me. Typical woman." She closed the lid on her face cream and put it down. "It's all yours," she said and tried to walk past him. The narrow doorway was making it difficult to avoid touching into him, but she tried to make herself as thin as possible as she squeezed past him. Just as she had nearly gotten away, his arm shot out and he trapped her against the doorway. "This one as well?" he asked. She gasped and stared up into his eyes. They seemed to be burning. A strange look of desire was evident when he looked at her. What was going on here? Was he just joking with her as he normally did? Then she remembered the sexual banter they had participated in earlier. "Keep it in the pants, Devon," she said. "Aren't you the least curious about the size difference?" "As in brain size?" She couldn't help herself misunderstanding his question. She grinned at him. He wasn't deterred at all. "That too," he said as he moved slightly closer. She wanted to just push him away from her but some small part of her just wanted to wait and see what he was up to. As if she was a crash victim that could predict the crash, but still couldn't prevent it from happening. Or as if a strange pull was dragging him toward her and she was tied up in anticipation. She lifted her chin in defiance, urging him to do his worst. She would not back down from any confrontation with this man. If she did he would only think that he was pulling the strings, and she would never allow him that sort of power over her. He smiled broadly as her as if he appreciated her reaction. "How about a goodnight kiss?" he asked. "What for?" "To test our compatibility." She chuckled. "That's too easy. We already know the answer to that. We will never be compatible." "Says who?" "We both know that. We're like oil and water. You can try to mix them together, but they will never mix completely." "Unless you add an emulsifier that does the job for you." "You're getting awfully technical, right now," Lena complained. "The heat between us will work as that emulsifier," he said. "Making you feel the scorching heat so strongly that you get burned." She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away from her, increasing the distance between them. "I don't want to get burned." "Trust me. It will feel good," he said to her back. "I doubt that." "Ouch. You're questioning my expertise?" "It's not my problem that you're feeling terribly insecure and need to establish your manliness." He laughed heartily. "You're wrong. I don't feel insecure at all," he said before he placed his hands on her cheeks and covered her lips with his. He kissed her softly at first, before gradually increasing the pressure. Lena was stunned. He had never kissed her before, never done anything more than talk and taunt her. Oh, but it felt so good. She had never realised that reality could outshine her fantasies. Holy smoke, she thought. She gasped as a sudden flow of need went through her body, making her want to cling to him, wrap her body around him and give herself to him. She felt shocked at her own reaction and the strength of it. She was starting to behave like those silly women in the novels that became weak in their knees at the first look from their prince. She wasn't going down that road, she thought. She would push him away as soon as she'd had just a little more taste of him. She placed her arms around his back and answered his kiss. Immediately she heard him groan and he placed his hands underneath her ass and lifted her toward him. She gasped at she felt something hard push against her lower stomach. She spread her legs and rubbed herself against him. At the same time, he let go of her lips and moved his face away. His eyes had widened in shock. https://hotmyfreecams.com "Shit," he said hoarsely. Hearing his voice was like a cold shower flowing inside her veins. What was she doing? This was Devon, her nemesis. A man that took pleasure in taunting her and making a fool out of her. Most likely he only wanted to teach her a lesson and she had walked straight into his trap. No! She wanted to scream in anger, but that would only prove his victory. A sudden flash of panic came upon her, and she pushed herself away from him. She could not get far. His hands were underneath her ass as he held her above the floor. "Put me down, Devon," she said breathlessly as she placed her hands on his chest and pushed. "Shit, shit, shit," he cursed and his face clearly showed the same confusion that she was feeling. Finally, it seemed to dawn on him, and he released his hold on her. That gave her another surprise as she suddenly tumbled toward the floor. She clung to him, only being able to grab a hold around his stomach as she fell down to her knees. "Ouch," she said in annoyance. Her face was at the same level as that hard bulge she had been rubbing against only moments earlier, and quickly she pushed herself away from him when she realised what she felt against her cheek. She stumbled back and landed on her backside. "Sorry," he muttered sheepishly as he held out his hand to her. Too late. She was sitting on the floor and staring daggers at him. Her nightdress had flipped upwards and she was incredibly thankful that she hadn't removed her panties underneath. Still, right now she was too angry to even care about how much skin she was showing. She refused to take his hand and turned away from him to get up again. His placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up on her feet again. She struggled in his hold. "Get your hands off me!" she sneered at him. "Sorry," he muttered again. "Sorry for the kiss, or sorry for acting like a bully?" she asked angrily. Damn, that kiss had been scorching, and she hated him for being able to do that to her when most of her boyfriends never did. And this was a man that she supposedly hated. He blushed. It was so strange to see him out of his comfort zone. It made him appear more human. She didn't want to have any sympathies for him. She needed to keep the distance between them, or she would be the one to pay the price. "Just stay the hell away from me, Devon!" she said heatedly before she turned and walked into her room. Closing the door firmly behind her she let out a deep breath. Of all the men she had kissed, his kissing was the best. When was the last time a kiss had made her lose her ground, cling to a man and forget to think? She knew the answer. It had never happened before. It would have been better if he'd never kissed her at all. Some things were better left hidden. *** Devon could only stare at the back of the angry woman as she hurried away from him. No surprises there, he thought. He had acted like a young man on his first date. No flare and no skill at all, just good old scorching lust and pure need. What the fuck! He took a few deep breaths in the attempt to calm his mind and body. What the hell had just happened? How could a small kiss change into something that made him lose all his control? All he could think about was how fast he could get rid of their clothes and get inside of her. It was unnerving and something that seldom happened to him. He couldn't even remember when the last time that had occurred. If it had occurred, it had only lasted a few seconds before he was back in control. He was always in control in his relationships. He thrived on it, needed and wanted it. His control kept him calm and collected, never turning into a lovesick man that begged for any woman's attention. Control was the only thing keeping him from falling too deep, and he had no intention of giving this little spitfire that sort of power over him. She would pin him to the wall and make him look even more foolish than he already did. The last few minutes had proved that he could certainly act stupid around her. He had only wanted to give her a small lesson. To show her what she was missing and what skills he possessed. Instead, he had tried to take her against the bathroom door. In plain sight of everyone that walked into the hallway. He shook his head and retreated into the empty bathroom. He needed a cold shower to cool down and to start thinking clearly. The pressure from his dick was still annoying. He had felt his dick respond just by seeing her in her short nightdress. Her legs naked except for her wool stockings. The knowledge that she was naked underneath that thin layer of clothes, had intrigued him and triggered his interest. Normally he wouldn't bother to do anything about it, but her words had irritated him enough to give her a small lesson. That lesson had backfired so completely that he was lucky to not lose his footing. He had become hard as soon as he felt her lips against his own. And when she had returned the kiss, the arousal had taken control of him, instead of it being the other way. He had been so shocked that he had even dropped her to the floor. Really nice move, he thought ironically. Now she would really know what sort of clot he actually was. He felt embarrassed. He never acted this stupid in front of a woman, but Lena seemed to have a unique ability to push him out of his comfort zone. For a while there, she had seemed equally baffled by their kiss and for a brief moment, she had answered his kiss. Maybe there was some truth to Ben's theory after all, and if he kept pushing, he might get a response that was far above what he anticipated. He felt a grin spread in his face. That kiss may have been more successful than he had planned. *** Lena lay in her bed and tossed and turned. After feeling so tired earlier this evening it was a miracle that she hadn't fallen asleep immediately. She blamed Devon for that. She sighed. Why the hell had he kissed her? Was it just to prove a point? Most likely he thought it was a brilliant idea to show her what she was missing. She hated him even more from doing that. She didn't just want a man in her bed, and definitely not someone like him. He had always been popular with the ladies. Combined with a well-toned body, he had women chasing him wherever he went. He seemed to enjoy the attention too much. That was probably the only reason why he tried his wiles on her. She was the only single woman in their little party so since there was no one else around to dazzle with his charm, he could always bestow it on the wallflower.