Chapter Fourteen
Simone loved the commanding feel of his body against hers and his hands sweeping up over her breasts. She was teasing him verbally, but he was teasing her with his ghosting touch. It was incredible the appetite she had for this man.
She still wore her shawl, so it was a bit awkward as she turned in his arms to face him. He pulled his hands away from her body and stripped the fabric away, dropping it to the ground by their feet. Then his hands were immediately on her again. Urgency entered the situation and she was breathless as her sweater went by the way of her shawl. He didn’t even pause before he was unhooking her bra and pulling it from her arms, letting it fall to the floor as well.
He took in an audible breath and stood staring at her bare breasts with hungry eyes. He slowed down then, raising the back of his hand to brush over the distended nipple on her left breast. She took in a breath this time as light zings of sensation and response zipped through her. His intensity stimulated her just as much as his touch did. It was chilly in the room, but his touch heated her bare skin quickly.
He turned his hand and caught up her breast, massaging it, weighing it. As he did this he leaned into her, pressing her back into the counter, his hips coming into contact with hers. As he nuzzled at her neck she was amazed at how aroused he was already, the hardness between his hips very evident beyond his zipper. He switched gears so quickly. Either that or he truly wanted her that badly.
She was inclined to believe the latter. She sighed with aroused contentment. Her back arched as he fondled her. She watched as one well-manicured hand enveloped her and pulled at her in erotic tugs. He bent at the back, lowering his mouth against her, dragging his lips down along her clavicle and on to her breastbone. He pressed her back. Made her arch her back, thrusting her breasts up to meet his descending mouth. He caught her left nipple between his teeth and pulled in a scraping tug that set her world on fire. Her leg came to wrap around his, instinctively holding him tighter to herself even as she threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled, dragging his mouth from her breast. He looked at her questioningly, but it was only a brief expression because she was dragging his mouth onto hers in the next instant. Her hands raked down his neck and shoulders, coming to the front of his shirt and unbuttoning it swiftly as she devoured his mouth with a barely matched hunger.
She stripped back his shirt, pulling it from his pants and down his arms all in the same desperate action. There was a moment of awkwardness as he had to calm her long enough to unbutton his cuffs, but the next moment the shirt fell free, leaving him gloriously bare-chested. She wrapped her arms around him, sliding her hands under his arms and across his back and pulling herself into hot contact with him. Chest to chest she reveled in the heat and strength of him against her.
His hands went to the front of her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them smoothly before he broke from her mouth long enough to push them over her hips and down her legs. As he knelt before her he pressed a kiss just below her belly button and above the line of her bikini panties. He had her step free of her pants, then returned his hands to her hips and hooked her burgundy colored panties onto his fingers and dragged them next down her legs. She stepped free of those as well, all the while burrowing her hands through his hair, her fingers stimulating his scalp, neck and ears…the only places she could presently reach to touch him.
Marcus wrapped a hand around her lower thigh and urged her to step out to the left. Then he drew her leg up over his shoulder, her calf clinging to his back as he kissed her, licked her and nibbled at her all over the sensitive areas at the tops of her thighs, the span below her navel and the plump curve of her mound. As part of her spa treatment that afternoon she had been freshly denuded of all of her hair, leaving her sensitive and bare and slick with anticipatory need. He introduced himself to her sex and licked her directly between her lips and over her clitoris, his mouth latching on to her hungrily. She gasped as bold sensations rocketed through her. Her clit twitched under the direct stimulation and she grew even wetter in invitation.
He drew back only a moment, taking in a deep breath as she watched from above him. As he nuzzled her she realized he was taking in her scent, and that it was affecting him strongly. Just the idea of it ratcheted up her arousal a hundredfold. His left hand clutched at her buttock, digging in to the soft plump flesh of it even as his right hand trailed up the inside of her thigh and his fingers traced an erotic line from her mound through her labia.
“Christ you’re wet,” he muttered against her flesh.
She dropped her head back, her gaze tracking up to the ceiling, unable to bear looking at him as he stroked and devoured her. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the stimulation and sensation. She gasped when he finally thrust two fingers inside of her and fixed his mouth upon her distended clitoris. She cried out…his name perhaps…and the clutch of her leg across his back tightened as her standing leg began to tremble. She didn’t think she could do this, to remain standing as he ravaged her body with erotic sensation. She moaned and said, “I’m going to fall.”
“I have you,” he assured her with confidence. Then his mouth attacked at full press, licking and sucking at her most sensitive tissues until her mind was spinning out of control. Orgasm rushed up on her then broke over her, her shout filling the open air of the apartment. As she had warned him her leg gave way beneath her, but he was there, surging to his feet and sweeping her weakened body into his arms. As her mind continued to spin with pleasure, her body vibrating with the aftermath of the sharp rush of pleasure, he kissed her mouth, sharing the taste of herself and the aroma of herself with him. She moaned with erotic delight and he chuckled as he walked them to the rear of her apartment and into the bedroom.
“You are a hot little thing aren’t you?” he contemplated.
“With you I most certainly am. But it’s been a while since I’ve…since I’ve felt so stimulated and so desperately in need of another person. I think part of it frightens me with its intensity.”
“No. Nothing frightens you,” he corrected as he laid her on the bed. He stood back just long enough to kick off his shoes and finish stripping until he was as naked as she was. “You’re just overwhelmed. I know it because I feel the same way.”
He crawled like a cat onto her bed and over her body, settling himself above her. He parted her thighs with the driving presence of his hips. He kissed her mouth at the corner of her lips even as his cock slid along her slick channel, rubbing at her provocatively. She couldn’t seem to help the sounds that escaped her, be they gasps or moans or shouts of his name. All of it felt out of her control…just as her pleasure was out of her control.
And she was fine with that.
It was beyond thrilling and titillating to be out of control for a change. She never had anyone above her…anyone to guide or manage or lift the burden of her life from her shoulders. Here, she could be submissive at last. She could allow someone else control over herself and her life. Oh, it was only temporary…and only in this bed perhaps, but it was still nice. It was nice to let someone else be in charge for a little while.
And in charge he most certainly was. His mouth was voracious on hers then dragged down the entire length of her body, kissing and nipping and licking everywhere it went. All she could do was cling to him desperately, her hands in his hair. However, when he went to take her clit into his mouth once again she stiffened and pulled him up along her body by the roots of his hair. He chuckled as she dragged him up.
“Something wrong?” he asked, placing teasing kisses at the corners of her lips.
“No. I just…I want you inside of me. Don’t make me wait. Please,” she begged him softly.
“Mm,” he growled softly against her ear. “When you beg me so prettily, how can I refuse?”
Just like that, with no other warning, he aligned himself to her and thrust himself inside of her. They both groaned as he sank deep and seated himself firmly within her.
“My god…how you feel!” she breathed. She was overwhelmed. She had never felt so full…either physically or emotionally. She was satisfied on so many levels…and yet hungrier than she'd ever been in her life. “Don’t stop. I want more. More of you. All of you.”
“Not to worry,” he whispered hotly into her ear. “I don’t plan on stopping. Not until you’ve screamed my name again.”
A thrill washed through her and she laughed. Her hands raked down the back of his neck and down along his spine. She stopped only when she had his buttocks gripped in both her hands and was guiding him deeper into her body. He withdrew almost completely and together they sent him deeply home again. He dropped his mouth to hers, ravaging her hotly as his rhythm inside of her deepened and quickened. Heat bloomed from head to toe across her body. Her heart pounded with pleasure and excitement. Sensation overwhelmed her as he glided against all her most sensitive nerves. Oh how he moved! He had a way of sliding inside of her that struck every chord of her body, much in the way a guitar player could make strident music with the strum of his fingers. She thrived under the thrill of it all, came alive like never before. She shouted out, his name as requested.
She came so hard and so completely that she was too lost to be aware of his equal shout and the tension that suddenly gripped his powerful body…at first. Then she was aware of him holding himself deep inside of her as he spilled into her. He strained, almost as if it pained him, and the power of his release touched her deeply. He had lost himself to her just as she had lost herself to him. They had been and were equals. Well matched…both in passion and as living sentient creatures.
Her heart thundered in her chest as he finally relaxed above her. He caught her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, as if he hadn’t just spent his appetite for her. That was when she realized that it was going to take quite an effort on both of their parts to burn this attraction and passion out.
The thought frightened her a little and she felt suddenly breathless. She was queen. She was supposed to be in control of everything and every one of her e-vamp subjects. It was dangerous to think of putting anyone before herself. The urge she had to lose herself in this passion was daunting. She must control it though, she thought severely. It was well enough to trade power in the bedroom, but outside of it…there was no question. She was their leader. He was subservient to her. He served her. She could make or break him on a whim.
It was shocking the sudden chill of revolt that rushed through her at her thoughts. Was he expecting her to be subservient to him? Was all of this a method of managing her and thus managing the throne?
No, she negated her own thoughts with a firm mental shake of her head. He had done nothing to deserve such suspicions. It was true she didn’t know him as well as she should for engaging in this kind of intimacy, but she felt she knew him well enough to know he wasn't seeking to control her. Besides, if he were that sort of man, Leo would never have tolerated him. He would never have recommended him to her. Where others might send a man in to get close to her for their own purposes, she trusted her cousin utterly to not be that sort of man. Their other cousin was a completely different matter, but Leopold she trusted.
It was a hard thing to trust another being when you were in a position of power. The responsibility that came with that power was enormous and every move she made had to be exacting and well thought out. This relationship was none of those things and completely out of character for her. Did that mean she was shirking her responsibilities?
She didn’t think so. Not much in any event. He had asked for nothing, did nothing but protect her and make her happy. Those were very important things and key to helping her manage the everyday burden of her throne. What was good for her was good for her people. Keeping herself happy and content led to clear and compassionate governing. So in a way he was influencing her rule. In a good way. In a great way.
She cuddled up against his side as he laid beside her and pulled the covers around them both, protecting their cooling bodies from the chill on the air
“Why do you keep it so cold on here? He asked as they snuggled down against each other.
“I guess it’s because there’s a certain level of intimacy involved” she said softly. “There’s something comforting about wrapping oneself up against the cold.”
“I suppose its true. Sort of like giving yourself a sustained hug.”
“Exactly,” she said with a smile. She laid her cheek on his chest and began to draw patterns with her nails through the hair on his chest.
“Well, I’m here to hug you now,” he said, drawing her in tighter to his body.
“Good. That’s very good,” she said softly.
“Is it? Am I? Good for you?”
There was something vulnerable in the question. Since she had just mentally mulled over that question only moments ago, she understood that vulnerability.
“Yes,” she said softly. Simply. “You are very good for me,”
“Wow. I rate a ‘very’. I’m pretty damned impressed with myself.”
“As you should be…because in my opinion, you are pretty damn impressive.” She sighed and closed her eyes. She could stay like this forever, she thought. Warm, held, well-loved. She couldn’t think of anyplace else she’d rather be or anything else she’d rather be doing.
“Well, thank you,” he said softly into her hair. “You’re pretty damn impressive yourself.”
She smiled and sighed again.
Before she knew it, she was asleep.