Chapter Forty-Five
Forty-Five
Without saying a word, as soon as Quaddra closed the door to his two-story mansion in Pacific Heights, Mary threw herself into his arms – her body pressing tightly up against his.
Quaddra’s reply was to wrap his strong arms around her waist, in a grip that Mary not only welcomed, but clearly longed for.
Their lips quickly found each other’s and they kissed, but the kiss was more like an explosion of desire – two sinners fighting for a piece of the forbidden fruit, and they both seemed to be starving.
Quaddra took a step back, falling flat against the door behind him. Mary stepped into him, pressing her body even tighter against his, so tight that she could feel him hard against her thigh.
Oh my god! the voice inside Mary’s head piped up. Jackpot!
Mary’s breathing became quicker, more deliberate, as Quaddra moved his kiss down to the curve of her neck… his lips and tongue traveling slowly onto her right shoulder.
Mary moved her arms up, running her fingers through his hair and pulling his head down, deeper into her neck.
Quaddra responded by kissing the soft skin there before holding a tiny portion of it between his teeth for a second.
It wasn’t exactly a bite. He didn’t apply enough pressure to leave a mark, but there was more than enough pressure to make Mary moan – a moan that seemed to come in stages, alternating between moans and heavier breathing until her entire body was shivering.
Quaddra understood the signal and allowed his right hand to deliberately crawl over her breasts, feeling how hard her nipples were.
His lips stayed on her right shoulder, but this time his teeth didn’t bite skin – they bit the thin strap of her dress before dragging it sideways until it had slid off her shoulder.
Before doing the same to the strap on her left shoulder, his lips paused at the center of her neck so that he could softly kiss her neck dimple.
Another deep moan.
Quaddra grabbed the strap on Mary’s left shoulder between his teeth, but this time he slid it off slowly, allowing her to feel the tiny bristle hairs on his chin softly scrapping against her skin.
‘Ahhhhh!’ Mary’s breathing became heavier still.
As the strap slid off Mary’s left shoulder, so did the top half of her dress, dropping down to her waist to expose her naked torso.
Right then, Quaddra stopped kissing her for two reasons: one – he needed to catch his breath because he too could feel his skin turning into gooseflesh.
And two – he just couldn’t wait any longer.
He wanted… needed… to look at Mary. His eyes furtively peeked at her naked upper body, and he held his breath.
Mary had the sort of body that people only tended to see in sports magazines, or in the heydays of Playboy – her natural breasts were round and firm, and her midriff seemed to have been sculpted by an artist. She truly was a breathtakingly stunning woman.
Mary lost no time in grabbing Quaddra’s hands and cupping his palms over her breasts, inviting him to softly squeeze her nipples before hungrily kissing him again, which he gladly obliged.
As they kissed, she reached for the buttons on his dress shirt and hurriedly began unbuttoning them from the top, but with her eyes closed and desire making her hands shake, the job proved to be a little too cumbersome.
She managed to undo only two buttons before she gave up.
‘Fuck this,’ she murmured, grabbing his shirt with both hands and simply ripping it open. Buttons rained down against the black and white marble floor like a spilt bag of Skittles.
Quaddra couldn’t care less. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He let go of her breasts and wiggled his body left and right to free his arms from the shirt, which, with Mary’s help, was off his body and onto the floor in two seconds flat.
She didn’t have to look to know that Quaddra’s torso was lean and ripped. As she arched into him, she could feel his tight muscles against her skin… her stomach… her breasts.
Double jackpot! The voice inside Mary’s head seemed to be dancing a jig.
As naked skin came into contact with naked skin, their kissing… their touching… their breathing… became more urgent… desperate even.
Quaddra kicked off his shoes at the same time that Mary reached down for his belt.
He placed his hands on her waist, and with a simple flip of the wrist, pulled her dress from her hips, allowing it to slide down to the floor.
Mary wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Belt undone.
Trouser button undone.
Zipper down.
Mary rolled Quaddra away from the door, swapping places with him as she stepped out of her dress.
Quaddra’s hungry eyes devoured her body and he was forced to catch his breath once again. As he did, Mary slid her hands down to his waist, and in one smooth move, brought his trousers and underwear down to his feet.
Now it was a party… and a biiiig party at that.
Neither of them could take much more of that foreplay.
Quaddra stepped out of his trousers, grabbed Mary by the waist and lifted her onto him.
Fireworks.