Chapter 9
Davina’s eyes were closed, her mouth moaning, as Marcel rubbed and suckled her as he revealed her nakedness. With every piece of clothing pulled off with his hands, he traced and nipped with his lips and teeth. Davina’s body shook as he toyed with her, moving down her stomach slowly and then bypassing her greatest need and last piece of clothing to move down the inside of her thigh. Her hands pushed into his dark hair, tugging him back up, but he just chuckled and continued his slow descent away from her scalding hot center.
“Marcel.”
He stopped by her knee, looking up at the sound of his name on her lips. Her blue eyes begged him for more and he almost lost his nerve to wait, to savor. Davina wanted him to lose control and she was determined not to help him at all. She was only making it worse and when he started to move back to her legs, her hand move to her core, her fingers disappearing under her pink laced panties.
Marcel stopped dead, his eyes darkening as she rubbed herself slowly in front of him. Her body twitch and she mewled softly at her own touch. He bit the inside of her knee, making her jerk before moving his hands up to hers. Marcel pressed her hand hard on her, making her gasp. “Why are you so impatient?”
“You’ve made me wait too long. I would forgive you faster, if you would give me what I wanted.” Her hips drove upwards from the mattress, pressing him against her harder as she closed her eyes to the pleasure. His hand slipped inside of her panties and touched her wetness, before burying his finger deep into her quim. She gasped and clenched the intrusion, her own hand moving away to brace herself against his shoulder. Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt her body start to tighten up.
He wanted to hear her scream out his name, but more importantly, he wanted to taste her. Moving his hand away, she whimpered with the loss, her hips searching for him while her eyes were still closed tight, not wanting to lose the edge she was on. “Please don’t stop Marcel. Please!”
Marcel loved to hear his name on her lips and the desperation that he caused. It was how he felt. Never close enough, never having enough of her, always wanting more. When he brought his mouth down to taste her, Davina finally exploded, calling out his name louder as she shook underneath him. Marcel moved quickly to push her passed her pleasure point, until she had to push back against him, unable to take him any longer.
Her pleas were for something else entirely, a moment’s reprieve. He used the time to watch her tremble and jerk with aftershocks while he pulled his own clothes off slowly. Davina’s thighs were quivering and closed. Yanking them open, her eyes opened as well, taking in his dark need. Opening herself to him, her arms pulling him down for a kiss, Marcel slipped in slowly, devastating both of their senses. The gasp was his undoing, the sound so light and pleasure-filled.
Surging forward, her blue eyes closed as her body tried to take him. He was too big, too deep, too much for her, and Davina found herself exploding again, clinging to him. Marcel could not last with the sights and sounds, quickly losing himself to his own needs. Their lips met once more as he filled her. As if pulled from the trance finally, he realized what they were doing, what they had done. It had been better than he had imagined and there seemed to be nothing else to say. At least she had seemed to forgiven him his transgressions.
Pulling her to him, he laid on his side with her body molded against him. They were both slightly sweaty and hot, panting. Davina stared up at the ceiling, while he watched the side of her face. “That was not what I expected to happen. I should not show up to work more often.”
He chuckled and turned her so that they were facing each other. “You don’t have to go to work ever again if you don’t want to.”
“I love my job though.”
“I know, but I will be moving back to the ranch and I want you to come with me.”
She sat up slightly. “I can’t just give up everything I have built here Marcel. What if…”
“What if what?”
“What if it doesn’t work out between us? I need this job Marcel.”
“You already plan our end?”
“I am just being practical.”
Marcel sat up with her, not liking the way the conversation was going. Maybe he would just have to kiss her every time she started to get practical. When he moved to do just that she stopped him. “You know I can’t think when you are touching me.”
“Then I will have to keep it up so that you will stop all this nonsense. I know that you feel it too Davina. I love you and this, what just happened, tells me that you feel it too. How could you not?”
It was a challenge, for her to deny what was happening between them. She couldn’t, even as her lower half backed against him and where she needed him most. “We hardly know each other Marcel. Let us just be lovers and cross the other bridge when we get there.”
No man could refuse her offer or the hand reaching out to take him into her palm. He was ready for her again, so soon after with only the thought of having her again. They both stayed out of the office all of that day, but both were raring to go when the next day rolled around. No one seemed to notice that Marcel was wearing the same suit he had left earlier the day before in. No one would have said anything if they had.
***
The rest of the week they both went to work as they were supposed to, but Davina hadn’t spent a night home at her house since. She was not ready to move in with him at the ranch, but she was over the part of her pride that kept her away. She wanted to spend every moment that she could with him, his looming departure only making the feeling stronger. He would be gone back to Conroe and though she didn’t know if it was her place to be with him, Davina knew that she wanted to spend every moment until then with him, although they left all of the talking for when they were at work.
Marcel couldn’t keep his hands off of her and he had convinced himself that he would make her want to stay in other ways besides his good looks and charms. He was not above using every depraved move he could think of to keep her.
When the weekend came, he wanted to take her home again. This time not to stay in his room again, but to show her the other project he had been working on for the last couple of years. He knew that he wouldn’t want to always stay at the ranch. Marcel had his own wants of a family long before Elna put it in his head. He wanted to show Davina what he had waiting for her, if only she would say yes.
He went to her on Friday evening, moments before they would travel home together. He always stopped at her house first, waiting for her while she got clothes for the next day. It was no different that day, Marcel sitting there as she packed an overnight bag.
“This seems tedious, don’t you think?”
“What? I don’t have to come if you don’t want me to.”
He shook his head. “I never want to wake up without you again Davina, this is my point. We come here and get your things, we should be together.”
“We are together.”
“Will you come away home with me for the weekend, instead of staying around here?”
“Yes, I figured that you would want to go home.”
“Soon I will have to go back to my duties at the ranch.”
She looked down and sighed. “I know. But I thought we weren’t going to talk about that anymore?”
“We aren’t, I’m just not ready.” He didn’t go on with his thought, getting up and grabbing a drink. It was not going as he had planned. Why couldn’t it ever?