MARKUS

 

 

I smiled my most charming smile and slid my hand up her arm to her shoulder. Grace leaned toward me, but got stuck by the shoulder harness. She blushed again and released the harness, her fingers fumbling in her nervousness.

Reaching for her again I leaned forward and laid my hand against her cheek.  Almost instinctually, she rubbed against my hand, similar to the way a cat would.

My hand slipped around to the back of her neck, as my fingers tangled in her long, golden-blond hair.

Tugging, I pulled her toward me until our lips touched and I kissed her softly, her lips pulling me in. I ’ve had sex with lots of women, rich and poor, skinny and chubby, but Grace––she tasted like vanilla and heaven.  Pure vanilla with just a touch of strawberry. Must be her lipstick.

Nibbling along her lips, I tested the seam with my tongue. Once she opened for me, I eased my tongue inside, stroking against her tongue lightly until she emitted the groan I was waiting for. It was becoming harder and harder to take it slow. And if I were being honest, I was becoming harder and harder by the minute.

Reaching down, I popped her breast out of the top of her dress and began to nibble my way down, my hand massaging the full, round object of my fascination. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on it, but that would have to wait a few minutes.

Pulling her dress back up, I placed her breast back inside and gave her one more peck on the lips before gazing at her glazed blue eyes.

“Let’s go inside, bella mia.  Then the fun can really start,” I gave her a smirk at my smartass remark.

Opening her door, I picked her up into my arms, carrying her to the elevators.

“What are you doing?” Grace protested.  “Put me down! I can walk.”

She pouted at me, her arms crossed over her chest.  Truth be told, it was a turn on. I wanted to bite that bottom lip, sucking on it deeply.

“I’m carrying you to my castle, bella.” I waited for her answer, which never came. For once she didn’t have a comeback.

The ride in the elevators was fast, and within a few seconds the doors opened to my penthouse.

Grace craned her head around and you could see by the expression on her face that she was impressed by the accommodations. There was a crystal chandelier in the dining area, a huge sixty-inch, widescreen television, and two bedrooms with attached bathrooms. Yeah––the penthouse was grand.

I let her body slide down mine, her dress hiking up in the front as she slid. My hand that had been holding her under her thighs slowly slid up, taking the back of the dress with it. I saw the shiver overtake her as my hand briefly touched between her legs. It was hard to remember she was a virgin, considering how responsive she was.

Closing my eyes briefly I stepped away.  After taking a few deep breaths, I opened them and asked, “A drink?” All she did was nod in response.

I walked over to the bar and checked what kind of spirits were there. Jack for me. Turning to Grace, I asked, “What kind of poison for you, bella mia?”

She shrugged, “Whatever you’re having.”

Raising an eyebrow I held out a tumbler of amber liquid on ice. Grace nodded again in reply. Hmm. She is being quiet for once, she must be nervous.

While making her glass, I made sure I only added a splash of the spirit, with water and ice before handing it to her. I watched her intently as she raised the tumbler to her pink lips and began coughing, her face scrunched in discomfort after her first sip.

I refused to say I told you so, so I kept my trap shut. She lifted the glass to her lips again, this time the liquid going down a bit easier. After the third sip, she was a pro.

Motioning for her to relax on the sofa, I settled next to her, the small bottle of Jack Daniels in front of us. I filled her tumbler with a touch more when she motioned with the glass held out.

I added more to mine and with the remote I found, soon had soft jazz surrounding the room from the strategically placed speakers. Leaning back, I relaxed into the softness of the couch while Grace settled with her head against my shoulder. With her next to me I was able to relax.  Closing my eyes, I sipped on my drink again with one hand, while my other arm was wrapped around Grace, pulling her close.

Feeling the movement of small hands against my chest, I opened my eyes to heated blue ones.

I let her take the initiative this time, taking over the seduction.

Her fingers slipped the buttons out of the holes of my dress shirt, one by one. Pulling the shirt out of my pants, Grace finished unbuttoning it.

I stretched my legs out and let my arms hang as limply as I could at my sides. She was in control of this train wreck.

She lifted a leg and settled on my lap, facing me, so she was able to pull my shirt off easier. As the shirt pulled off my shoulders and down my arms Grace leaned down to place a kiss on one of my pecs. I hissed as her hot, little tongue touched my skin.

Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth at the torture I was being put through, my dress pants getting tighter and tighter as my cock got harder and harder. When she wriggled her sweet little ass against my cock I thought I would die––or explode.

“Bella, please,” I groaned. “Stop this or I will come in my pants.”

Opening my eyes again I wanted to smack her ass when I saw her grinning mischievously.  “Bella––” I groaned again, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

Her hands slid down my sides, traveling to my pecs, where she pinched a nipple, down my abs to my belt. How am I going to be able to stand much more?

Fisting my hands at my sides, I closed my eyes again, only to hear the clink of my belt unclasping.

Grace’s fingers brushed against my stomach, causing my abs to jump as she unsnapped and slowly let the zipper down. Her fingers smoothing the waist to my pants apart as she opened the area for my cock to thrust out.

Not being able to take the torture any longer, I picked her up by her waist and quickly flipped our bodies, so that she was no longer on top. Her gasp was a soft breath of air as she lie flat on her back.

No, this isn’t the place to do this––the place to show her the joys and passions of sex, I silently scolded myself.

Standing up, I almost tripped on my hanging pants, though managed to pull her into my arms again, carrying her into the bedroom. This time she snuggled into my arms, her cheek resting against my clean-shaven one. My heart almost exploded from my emotions. Not love––it couldn’t be.  It’s too early.

Not wanting to think about the emotions I was feeling any longer, I was thankful for the fact that the master bedroom was only a few steps away. 

Walking into the bedroom, I gently dropped her into the middle of the bed.

Her ocean blue eyes were heavy lidded, as the alcohol she had was moving through her system.  I had better hurry and get started or she will be asleep.  Chuckling to myself I thought, Boy, is she a lightweight.

Lying next to her in the bed, I began my seduction.