Chapter 33
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T hey kissed for what felt like whole centuries, arms wrapped around each other, legs entwined. Fairly chaste kisses until Marc dipped his tongue into Cassie’s mouth and that was all it took for that hot, heavy feeling to take over.
‘Before, when I said I wasn’t going to have sex with you ever again … Maybe I was a bit hasty,’ she murmured against Marc’s lips.
Cassie felt rather than saw his smile. ‘You keep saying that you’re not going to have sex with me then you go back on your word.’
‘I know. I’m the queen of mixed messages,’ she murmured but then they were kissing again, bodies straining closer still.
Cassie wouldn’t have minded just kissing. Kissing without end. Marc’s hand cupped the back of her head, his thumb caressing her neck. Then his kisses, his caresses, stopped and he pulled back from Cassie.
What now?
She didn’t even realise she’d said it out loud until Marc frowned. ‘You have a huge knot here,’ he said, his fingers gentle on her nape again.
‘Oh, yeah. I carry all my tension in my neck and shoulders.’ Cassie reached for him so they could kiss again but Marc was still frowning, still using his mouth for speaking.
‘Why didn’t you have a massage yesterday?’ he asked.
The sudden gear-change threw Cassie. She wasn’t feeling so deliciously heady any more. The massages. Yesterday afternoon. That all felt like a world away. ‘I never planned to have one otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to fit everyone else in and I wanted Lucy to have a full hour.’
‘The thing is, Cass, you’re so good at taking care of people but who takes care of you?’ Marc asked softly.
His question unexpectedly made her eyes smart. ‘I can take care of myself,’ she said.
‘You can,’ Marc agreed. ‘But I think that sometimes you need to let someone else take care of you. Like now, for instance.
‘But I can—’
He was already shifting away from her to stand up. ‘Before, I didn’t force the issue when I offered to give you a foot massage because I thought there was a good chance you might kick me in the face, but you’re having a massage now whether you like it or not,’ he said very sternly. He paused at the bathroom door. ‘You’ll have to lose the hoodie.’
He was gone for all of half a minute and when he returned with a large towel, Cassie was sitting up. Still in her hoodie but with a knowing smile on her face.
‘There are easier ways to get me naked,’ she said. ‘Like, you could just ask me.’
‘This isn’t about me getting you naked.’ Marc sounded outraged at the suggestion. ‘I’m trying to do something nice for you. I’m still very much in grovel mode. I’d take advantage of it if I were you. I can’t guarantee how long it will last.’
It was very sweet of him. And what had Russell said earlier? That she shouldn’t look a gift massage in the mouth. Besides, Marc was very good with his hands.
She stood up and pulled off her hoodie, pleased that she was wearing a pretty black lace bralette. She pinged the waistband of her joggers. ‘Should I take these off as well?’ Her tone was a lot more flirtatious than she’d intended.
‘It’s up to you,’ Marc said in an offhand manner as he retrieved the duvet from the floor then laid it on the bed. ‘They might interrupt my flow.’
Cassie nodded. ‘OK.’ It was quite hard to take off joggers with elasticated cuffs in an alluring way but Marc seemed more interested in spreading the towel over the duvet. He barely glanced at Cassie, who was pleased that this was one of the very rare occasions when she was wearing a matching set of underwear.
He set something down on the bedside table, then pulled off his black cashmere sweater, his feet already bare. As always, he looked just as elegant in jeans and a white T-shirt as he did in one of his bespoke suits.
‘Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?’ Cassie asked. Things were now a little stilted between them. Maybe it was the imbalance of being half naked while he was fully dressed. ‘You wouldn’t want to get them messy.’
‘Lie down, Cass,’ Marc said, his voice laced with amusement. ‘It’s going to be quite hard to do this with you standing up.’
Cassie put one knee on the bed, a hand on her hip, so she was posed prettily. Marc was now making a valiant attempt to keep his eyes on her face but his eyes drifted down and he pursed his lips in a silent whistle.
‘On my tummy?’
He grunted in assent and turned away as she lay down on the towel, wriggling to get comfortable.
Marc sat down on the bottom of the bed, so Cassie had to look over her shoulder. He tapped her on the arse with the flat of his hand. Not hard enough to hurt, but the shock of the contact, the sharp sound in the soft quiet of the room, that edge to him, the fizzing anticipation that this was probably going to be a lot more than just a massage, made her suck in her breath.
‘Eyes front, arms by your side,’ he snapped, which was at odds with the gentle way he stroked down the back of her leg, pausing to press an entirely superfluous kiss to a random spot on her calf.
Cassie heard the faint click of something being opened. Then something wet and thick being drizzled down one leg, then the other. The scent of figs reached her as Marc’s hands began to work the expensive body oil, which Cassie asked for every birthday and Christmas, into her skin.
He took her right foot in his hands and worked his thumbs along her instep, his touch too firm, too sure, to be ticklish. Laughing was the last thing on Cassie’s mind. It was all she could do to stifle her groans as Marc moved on to her left foot and worked his palm against her heel.
He travelled up her calves, kneading muscles that were always tense.
Cassie tried to stay silent. She didn’t want to give Marc the satisfaction that he’d take from every moan that he dragged out of her. His hands smoothed up her thighs, then in between them so he could part her legs. She was starting to hate her very expensive and favourite pair of knickers. Just as Cassie was sure that his fingertips were about to slip under the black lace, his hands suddenly swept back down to her knees.
Marc was a horrible, terrible tease. He kept coming closer and closer to her aching pussy, and every time she willed his fingers inside her, he’d divert his course.
‘You are so mean,’ she groaned and he slapped her on the arse again. Harder this time, not that Cassie cared. Not when his hands were smoothing over her buttocks, dipping just beneath her waistband …
She did moan, but in frustration, when she felt him shift on the bed and then more oil tracing along the taut line of her spine.
‘I’m just going to unclip this,’ he murmured, not waiting for permission, which Cassie would happily have given, to unfasten her bra. ‘That’s better.’
He worked all her sorest spots. The small of her back. The grooves under her shoulder blades. Then her shoulders, where she carried all her heaviest loads, and finally the permanent knot at the back of her neck.
By the time he was finished, Cassie felt as limp as a pan of noodles that had been cooked for too long.
‘You can turn over,’ Marc said hoarsely.
Cassie rolled over slowly, her movements muted and sluggish. Then she sat up slightly, aware of Marc’s eyes on the sway of her breasts, as she tugged off her knickers and dropped them on the floor.
Marc sighed heavily as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. Then he tipped more oil onto his hands and let it drizzle drop by drop onto her breasts, her belly. ‘You are so fucking hot,’ he muttered as he shaped Cassie’s breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her tightly budded nipples. She arched her back, offering herself to him, but he moved up to her collarbones, tracing the hollows with his thumbs.
Then back to her breasts, down her belly, to the top of her pubic bone … and he actually had the nerve to smile when Cassie parted her legs so he could see how pink and glistening and desperate she was.
‘I’m in charge,’ he murmured, picking up Cassie’s arm to rotate her wrist, manipulate the fleshy mound of her thumb.
Cassie had been relaxed but now she was as taut as a violin bow.
She flexed her fingers and as Marc let go of her, she seized him round the wrist and dragged his hand down to her cunt. He barely struggled. A token protest at best as he obeyed Cassie’s silent instructions. She pressed his hand through the sticky folds of her pussy, two of his fingers slipping inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit.
She kept tight hold of Marc’s wrist as she fucked herself on his hand, not quite believing that she was doing this but also not really giving a shit. Then he crooked his fingers in just the right way so that they brushed against the good place with every thrust of his hand, until Cassie went rigid, every muscle that’d he worked so hard on tightening as she ground against his fingers, his thumb, his hand.
‘Oh God,’ she whispered, trapping his hand between her thighs, his movements soft now, keeping her at a three rather than letting her drop down to zero.
‘See, I can take care of you,’ Marc said in a rather unsteady voice. ‘If you let me.’
‘It’s my turn to take care of you.’ Her voice was hoarse even though she’d hardly made a sound. ‘If you want, or you could just fuck me.’
‘I’m good to go and yes, I’d love to fuck you,’ Marc said.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand still gently on Cassie, in her. Her pussy clung to his fingers as he slowly disengaged. Eyes never leaving Cassie’s flushed face, he sucked the fingers into his mouth. Then he stood up to impatiently lose his jeans and boxer trunks.
‘I want to taste you too,’ Cassie whispered and she sat up so she could lean forward and suck the tip of his cock into her mouth, her tongue tracing the vein that pulsed along the underside of his shaft.
‘Cass, if you keep doing that, then it’s game over and if I don’t get inside you, then I’ll lose my mind.’ He gathered her hair up so he could slowly pull her mouth off him. As revenge for all the teasing, just before she let go, Cassie held him lightly with her teeth. Then she took pity on him, kissing the head of his dick then lying back down.
‘Payback’s a bitch,’ she said, spreading her legs and pulling him down so he was on top of her.
Marc took the still sticky hand that had been inside her and wrapped it around his cock, so he could rub the head along her slit, catching her clit on the upstroke as Cassie curled her fingers in his hair, tracing the delicate curve of his ears, the tense set of his jaw because he was gritting his teeth.
‘Kiss me,’ she breathed against his lips and as Marc slipped his tongue inside her mouth, he slipped his cock inside her, his length, his girth dragging against her swollen, still-sensitive walls. She pulled away from his mouth long enough to say, ‘Don’t move, just kiss me.’
He’d fucked her hard and fast last night but now Cassie wanted the weight of Marc’s body on her, anchoring her, his mouth slowly and sensually moving on hers, one hand tangled in her hair, his other hand clutching hers.
Cassie wrapped her legs tight around his hips as her pussy gripped his cock. Marc groaned into her mouth as she fluttered around him.
‘This is some tantric shit,’ he mumbled after what felt like hours and Cassie laughed softly which made him groan even more.
The base of his cock was rubbing against her clit in just the right spot and Cassie could feel the need in her becoming more urgent.
‘OK, you can move now,’ she whispered.
He kissed her very slowly, very deeply then shifted back a little, closing his eyes in what looked like pain as Cassie tightened her legs.
‘Cass, I have to pull out now,’ he said like he was in a thousand agonies. ‘I don’t have any protection. I never expected this. Any of this. I’m clean and I haven’t been with … but … I would never …’
‘I’m good, I’m safe.’ Cassie moved her hands down to his hips. ‘You can come inside me if you want.’
He did want. Of course he wanted. He managed five really good thrusts and then Cassie could feel him spurting inside her, which set off a series of tiny dynamite charges.
Marc rested his forehead on Cassie’s shoulder and she stroked the back of his neck. When he tried to withdraw, she refused to let him go.
‘Can we just stay like this?’ she asked.
‘Aren’t I too heavy for you?’ Neither of them was able to speak in anything louder than a whisper. ‘You can’t be comfortable.’
‘I don’t care.’ Cassie kissed along his cheekbone. ‘Let’s be still for a while. I want to hold you.’
‘A few adjustments, that’s all.’
He rolled onto his side, taking Cassie with him, so they were still pressed together, still joined. She hooked her leg over his and sighed as his arms closed around her.
He kissed her mouth again, as soft as a feather. ‘I wish we could stay like this forever.’
‘Oh God, me too.’
They fell asleep like that, the half-moon peeking in at the window the only witness to the start of something that had taken sixteen long years to begin.
Something precious.