Chapter 14 #2
Alice did cry out then, and she felt Marco's satisfied smile against her flesh before he began to lick her with abandon.
His flicking tongue in that one spot set her entire body aflame.
She had no idea how much pleasure had been contained inside her body.
A pleasure that Marco was coaxing out with his tongue, lips, and even teeth, as he gently nipped her intimate flesh.
She had no idea what words escaped her lips as he continued to lavish attention on her, and she didn't care. She was far too gone for it to matter.
Pausing for a moment, Marco nuzzled her damp curls and murmured, "My God, Alice, you are a goddess and taste like ambrosia."
Alice could not form a response as he began licking her again.
The intimacy of his tongue on her, of feeling his breath against her hot flesh, was astonishing.
He was taking her arousal to impossible heights.
She could not stop herself from writhing against the desk, chasing something she did not yet understand but knew Marco could give her.
He put one hand firmly on her belly and commanded her to stay still. She tried to obey, but when she felt his blunt finger probe at her entrance, she bucked her hips up and arched her back, causing her head to thump painfully on the hardwood of the desk.
“Alice? Are you well?” Marco asked, his lips moving from her trembling flesh as he came out from under her skirts to look up at her, mouth glistening wet and flushed and eyes dark with lust.
"I... yes. I am, or I will be if you would continue," Alice said flippantly. Marco chuckled at her audacity. Her wanton nature was coming to the fore, and he was proud that he was the one to do it. He stood and shrugged off his jacket, bundling it up and thrusting it underneath her head.
“There,” he said, with such fondness that Alice felt herself practically melt. "I will not leave a mark on you."
It was a sign of how much Alice was unraveling that the notion of Marco marking her seemed utterly delightful.
She idly wondered how it would feel if he bit her thigh hard enough to bruise.
The thought sent a tremor all the way through her, but she would need to explore that another time, for Marco had leaned down and was retracing her flesh with his finger.
Tantalizing her with his touch but not giving her what she longed for.
He created maddening circles around her entrance but did not attempt to push inside.
She let out a mewl of frustration, and Marco laughed. “Tell me what you want, Alice,” he commanded.
“I do not...” Alice gasped as his finger left her opening to tease the bundle of nerves that sat just above. She clenched her hands into fists, searching for the words to tell him what she needed, but her senses were overwhelmed, and the only one that came to her was, "More."
“More?” Marco’s grin was wicked and full of promise. The look of raw need in his sparkling green eyes told her that he was not as unaffected as he pretended. There was power in that, but she didn't care to yield it yet; she just needed him to continue.
“Yes!” Alice panted, letting her head fall back, and her eyes fall closed. “Please, Marco.”
“Whatever my lady wishes,” Marco whispered, getting back on his knees, and bunching her skirts up to her waist. All the while, his fingers kept up their punishingly light rhythm of gentle touches. So excruciatingly tender and soft, it was maddening.
After a moment's more torture, Marco dipped his head and put his mouth against her again. She moaned in satisfaction as he roughly licked her again and again. The pleasure became so acute it bordered on pain, but still, she wanted more. Needed more.
"Marco, please. I need more," Alice begged breathlessly.
She was possessed with need. She would have given him anything he asked for if he would just give her the sweet release she could feel building up inside her.
He looked up at her and relished the look of pure lust that colored her features but did not pause in his movements.
He continued to lick her with his tongue and stroke her with his fingers as she writhed and begged.
His breath quickened with desire, but he focused on her pleasure.
"I can give you more, Alice. If you trust me," he whispered.
Alice did not know if she fully trusted this man, but her body was in such a frenzy that she did not dare voice that for fear that he would stop. So she said the only thing she could. "Yes, Marco, I trust you."
Marco’s fingers stilled. Then, very slowly, he pressed one into her. Alice whimpered at the strange feeling. Marco simply lowered his head and kissed her thighs, as soft as rose petals, and she sighed, feeling herself opening to him like a flower.
"Yes, Alice, open for me," Marco murmured as his finger continued its intrusion until it was inside her to his knuckles.
Alice let out a stuttering sigh as he held perfectly still. After a moment, she slowly pushed her hips forward. Taking this as the permission it was, Marco slowly withdrew his finger, then gently thrust it back inside her again. He leaned forward and kissed her sex with the movement.
“More,” she whispered, moving her hips again, eliciting an animalistic groan from Marco that made her want to purr in satisfaction.
She wondered what other sounds she could draw from him if she were to touch him so intimately.
When Marco slid a second finger inside her, stretching her more, and began to thrust back and forth rhythmically, all such thoughts fled as she cried out. "Oh, God!"
Alice bucked against his hand, but he again used his other one to splay his fingers across her body and hold her in place.
His mouth began to devour her as his magical fingers pushed into her repeatedly.
He hummed against her, and the vibration caused her back to arch off the desk.
She clawed violently at the desk, pushing whatever was on top of it aside.
She didn't care, his nimble tongue moved in firm circles over her flesh, and she felt it tightening and swelling.
Marco hooked his fingers inside of her as he thrust and licked, and she was almost blinded with sensation.
Suddenly her muscles stiffened, and waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Alice cried out his name as the tide crested and battered her flesh.
She reached down and tangled her fingers through his hair, clenching tightly as she held his mouth to her while she rode out the pleasure.
She didn't only need to keep him where he was; she needed to hold onto him as an anchor as she feared she would be swept away into the sea of sensation if she let go.
When the feelings ebbed, she loosened her grip on his head, and he instantly moved over her. He ground himself against her as he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, and Alice could feel how aroused he was. She could also taste the tangy flavor of her own arousal on his tongue and moaned anew.
"Are you well, Alice? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he finally pulled away to ask.
Alice could hear how tentative he sounded and opened her eyes to see him looking down at her with worry.
She hastened to reassure him. "I am well.
You did not hurt me, Marco," she whispered, pressing her face into his shoulder, and breathing in his scent.
His usual spicy lemon smell laced with a musk she knew came from their mingled desire.
He kissed her again, softly, almost reverently, and Alice sighed with contentment. “Does it always feel like that?"
"Like what?" he murmured. He was tracing kisses across her jaw to her ear but paused to hear her answer.
"Like one is coming alive yet dying all at once," she finally said, unsure if her phrasing made sense.
Marco laughed and moved onto his elbows to look into her eyes. "That is an apt description. The French call what you just experienced 'the little death.' And yes, it can often feel like that if both parties are compatible," he said.
"I am not a fool, Marco," Alice said drily, feeling some of the wit return to her mind.
“I believe it has much more to do with my lover's skill than our compatibility.
But what of you? I do not think you derived as much pleasure from this encounter as I did.
" This notion upset her. She wanted to make Marco's body hum just as he did hers, but she did not know how.
Before she could ask him to show her what to do to bring him to completion, he said seriously, "Don't underestimate the power of our connection, Alice.
And while I may not have had 'the little death' today, I find pleasuring you very enjoyable.
And there is an added benefit to what I just did to you. "
“What is that?” Alice asked as Marco’s lips hovered over her own.
“There will be no child resulting from it,” Marco whispered. He kissed her then until she was again breathless with desire. “Would you like me to do it again, Alice?”