Could she have an orgasm from just his kiss? Because she didn’t think she had ever felt anything as erotic and arousing in her life. His kisses were intoxicating, making her whole body pulse with need.
The moment his soft lips touched hers, as usual, the world disappeared. Somehow when Mike was kissing her there was nothing else. Mike, holding her. Mike, touching her. Mike filling her thoughts and senses so completely that there was only him.
"I want you so much," he groaned against her mouth. He pulled back from her, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and dilated with lust. "Let me. Right now. Let me be inside you. You know I belong there. Can you feel it?"
"Oh fuck, I really do feel it." Marcy's chest rose and fell. Her breath was ragged, her pulse pounding. "I swear to God if I don’t figure out how to climax tonight, I'll come to your room anyway."
Her arms were around his neck as she pressed her mouth against him, biting, and licking. She wanted to taste him. Her entire body was tingling and humming with sexual need.
"Christ, if I do climax tonight I'll still come to you. Jesus I need your hands and lips on me."
Mike kissed her once more, open mouthed, demanding, plundering. At first she gasped, and then she moaned in a mindless state of arousal. If he hadn't had her pressed against the wall, she thought that she might just collapse in a heap. Was she even able to stand?
Marcy felt Mike's ribcage expand against her, as he inhaled a deep, unsteady breath. His body was warm, safe and soothing yet also incredibly exciting.
"Shit," he said. "Okay. Don't think, honey. Just feel. Imagine me kissing you. Imagine me fucking you. You can climax. Come for me, sweetheart." He gave her one last possessive, open mouthed and all encompassing kiss. "Come for yourself. I know you can do it."
With another deep breath, he backed away and Marcy stood on shaky legs. "You know where my room is."
"Yes."
Jaw clenched tight with determination, Mike walked away. She watched him until he was out of sight. He didn't once look back.
Every part of Marcy's body wanted to go after him.
43. Mike
Mike didn’t notice the smell of Douglass fir that filled the house. It was the smell and taste of Marcy that filled his senses.
Absolutely buzzed, wearing only a dressing gown, Mike paced his bedroom. It was a huge space with separate walk-in wardrobes/ bathrooms for the husband and the wife. He had the side table lights dimmed to low, in a soft, sexy light. The covers of his king sized bed were turned back and ready. It wouldn't be long before Marcy came to him.
It wouldn’t be long after that before she married him and they shared this room together.
Mike's jutting erection was stiff and bobbing. He had already stroked himself to relief once, because his balls had been aching. The thought of her walking through that door any minute had kept him erect.
Lust was something he had always been able to keep under tight control – but not with Marcy. She was irresistible. Fascinating. Captivating and so damn beautiful.
How had he managed to keep his hands off her all week, when she slept right down the hall? It was hell stopping at only a kiss each night. He inhaled a deeply, held it for a few beats and closed his eyes. When he let go, the air whooshed from his lungs.
Every ounce of his blood seemed to have gone straight to his dick. Again. Jesus, he felt like an adolescent. He craved the relief and exquisite pleasure of burying himself deep inside her.
He prayed that Marcy managed to make herself climax. He didn’t think it mattered in the long run, but it would give her confidence. Her personal success would also make her happy. That was what was important.
He blinked and narrowed his eyes as he suddenly remembered the first time he had seen her. He had been thinking that True Love was rare, and that lightning never struck twice. That he had been lucky in love with his wife, and would never find love like that again.
Famous last words.
He had gone on thinking that, right until he walked into André's library where he first saw her. Marcy Paget with those striking honey-colored eyes and that thick mane of wavy brunette hair. His first impulse had been to run his fingers through those silky strands. He fondly remembered that cream-colored dress, covered by dark and deeply feminine blue lace, pulled close at the waist with a thin red belt.
She had taken his breath away.
He grinned. She still took his breath away.
Mike's fingers curled into fists as he anticipated touching her breasts, and sinking into her wet heat. He could imagine the sight, the sound and feel of her as he penetrated her for the first time.
He knew exactly how he would take her. The woman went up in flame every time he kissed her. Well, he would fuck her and kiss her simultaneously. She would climax for him. He wouldn’t come until she did.
The sound of his door opening made him turn.
Marcy walked into the room, wearing a plain pink cotton bathrobe. The huge smile on her face said it all. She raised her arms in the air as a sign of victory, and did a little spin. "I did it!"
Mike picked her up and swung her around, kissing her the whole time. "I knew you could. Good for you. Want to tell me about it?" He set her down in front of him.
She blushed prettily, from arousal or embarrassment he wasn't sure. "I kind of thought I got there yesterday, and maybe I did. Kind of pleasant waves - something little, you know? But I know now what is supposed to happen, and I guess I relaxed enough that I allowed my body to go there."
"I'm so proud of you."
"I only could do it because I was imagining you."
"Really?" He said, lightly skimming his hands down her arms. "What was I doing?"
When he got to her wrists, he pulled them up to his mouth, nibbling and kissing. He shut his eyes and inhaled her scent. So soft. So feminine! Capturing her fingers, Mike entwined them with his own.
Marcy shivered at his touch, and although her lips didn't look dry, she moistened them. Seeing her tongue lick her lips only made him harder.
After a somewhat shy and nervous laugh, she said boldly, "You were fucking me, of course."
She was trying to hide it, but she was so serious and worried. How could he set her at ease? Mike wanted her to have fun, to make her laugh, and to enjoy this first time together.
He also wanted her desperate, begging and screaming with pleasure.
"It is all I can do not to throw you down and fuck you right now," he said in a husky voice as raw need clawed at him. "I've waited so long to have you." He traced her eyebrows and her mouth with an index finger. "That was only the first climax you are going to have tonight."
Her breath hitched. "Really?"
They were so close. Mike saw her eyes widening, her pulse visible in her throat. "Oh yeah," he said, delving the fingers of both hands through her thick hair, and giving her one quick, passionate kiss. He let her go and stepped back a few paces. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
"Good. Then let me guide you now."
"Okay." Marcy swallowed, and shifted apprehensively.
The sight of her uncertainly and inexperienced arousal spiked his desire. She was new to this – not to sex, of course, because from what he understood, Trent always got his. Marcy was like a virgin in many ways. She was naive to the extraordinary pleasure that she could experience while making love.
More than anything right now, he wanted to teach her.
"Take your robe off, Marcy. I need to see you."
She hesitated for only a moment, and then loosened the tie. Was she afraid? Her expression showed determined resolution. She blew out a breath with an "I can do this" look on her face. With her chin up, she allowed her robe to drop to the floor.
Mike just stared. Her figure was fantastic, a classic hour glass shape of voluptuous womanhood. He couldn’t wait to touch and taste those generous breasts, and suckle her gorgeous pink nipples.
When he met her gaze he saw doubt in her eyes. Made insecure by a self-absorbed jerk of an
ex, she clearly imagined that she was fat, flawed or imperfect. Marcy was naked before him. Yet instead of feeling beautiful, feminine and powerful from the obvious hold she had over him, Mike could see that she felt vulnerable.
He needed to let her know how much he desired her.
Mike untied his robe and let it fall, too.
Marcy drew in an audible breath. Her eyes went straight to his cock, just as he imagined they would. "Do you see how hard you make me?" he asked.
Wide eyed, she nodded.
The smell of her arousal filled the room. There was no more intoxicating scent. "I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world," he said and pulled her into him. Her skin seemed cool against his burning flesh. She trembled and folded into him with a soft sigh.
"God, you have no idea how much I want you." Mike picked her up and took her to the bed, laying her down gently. His mouth watered. Mike was desperate to go down on her, he wanted to taste her, but remembered how her ex never gave her oral sex because she "smelled."
The man had made Marcy feel fat, ugly and unattractive.
Asshole. Marcy wasn't used to receiving oral sex, so that was out for this first time. It would make her self-consciousness. The poor woman was anxious already. In time she would learn to love it – just not right now.
Kissing, he mused. Kissing turns her on. I'll start with that.
44. Feel, Don't Think
Resting to one side of her, Mike propped himself on one elbow, and pulled her toward him so they lay on their sides, looking at each other. Her whole body was tense, but that was okay.
He gave her a reassuring smile. "You are so beautiful, Marcy. Just knowing you and having you here with me has made me the happiest man in the world." He took her chin in his hand and ran his thumb over her soft lips. He imagined sliding his throbbing cock into that sweet mouth. Tamping his raging libido down, he cleared his throat.
"Tell me what you're thinking because I can see your mind is going about a thousand miles per hour."
"I'm worried I'm going to be a lousy lay, Mike. I've always been bad at sex. One little orgasm does not a success make."
He laughed and gave her a quick kiss. "You said you trust me, right?"
She nodded.
"Good. Shut your eyes. Perfect," he said when she did. "Just do exactly what I tell you to do. You have no other responsibility than to do that, Okay?"
"Okay."
"You are going to feel – not think. And if this first time for us isn't any good it will be my failure, not yours. But you just have to trust me on this. When you and I make love it is going to be very, very good – for both of us."
Marcy kept her eyes shut, but Mike saw her lips curl up in a smile. "Good girl. Now we're going to start with what I know we both enjoy." He put one hand in her hair, his fingers automatically flexing with need. He slid the other around to her nape, trailing his thumb along the smooth column of her throat. Then he kissed her.
Mike put everything he had into that kiss. Love, passion, joy and lust. It was a physical communication. He wanted her so much. He needed her so much. Marcy was the most desirable woman in the world. She was the only woman for him.
Caressing her mouth with lips and tongue, Mike didn't hold back this time. He growled, finally fully taking his pleasure, take, take, take.
For the love of God she is so damn sweet.
He pressed his body and shaft against her, sliding a leg between hers. He was aware the moment when her tension relaxed into pleasure. Marcy began to strain toward him. She moaned and put her hands around his neck in an instinctive, passionate response. Good.
There was no rush.
Mike knew that kissing made her mindless. Marcy, who had a tendency to introvert and not be able to let herself go, needed to be mindless. Thus he continued to lick, bite, and take her mouth, lips and tongue. Soon her skin was pink and swollen. Her pulse had quickened and her chest heaved raggedly. Did kissing turn her on?
Hell yes, it surely did.
With one hand still in her hair pulling against her scalp, he held her firmly, dominating her body. With her insecurities, she needed to know that he was in control. If he was in charge, then she might find it easier to surrender to her natural instincts and physical desires.
Mike lowered his right hand from her nape, sliding it down her collarbone to the fullness of her breast. "God, I love your breasts," he said in a husky voice. "I've wanted to touch them, to taste them for so long. Such soft skin, so full, so sexy. A beautiful woman with a beautiful body. How did I get so lucky?"
"Mike," Marcy moaned and quivered, her lungs moving up and down in short panting breaths.
His cock twitched at the sound of his name on her lips. Marcy wanted him. She had a pink flush and her skin was moist with sweat. From just kissing she was hot and horny as hell. How had the douche bag ever imagined that she was frigid?
Trent had married her, but he never actually had her.
It was karma. Trent had never really known the prize - the treasure that he had held within his hands. Trent couldn't genuinely have his wife because he didn't deserve anyone as perfect as she was.
"Keep those eyes shut," Mike commanded, reminding her to obey him when they started to flutter open. "Or I'll use a blindfold."
"Alright," she said and her warm breath tickled over his face, making his balls tighten. "Sorry."
He cupped her face. "You are doing great, honey. Now lay on your back. I want to enjoy your beautiful body."
Marcy did as she was told. Slowly, Mike began kissing, biting, and nibbling his way along her throat and jaw. Brushing his hand over the sensitive shell of her ear, he sucked her earlobe, and kissed and licked beneath it. Then he blew softly on her moistened skin.
"Yes, oh yes," Marcy murmured. Gripping his biceps fiercely, she squirmed delightfully underneath him with pleasure.
He traveled lower, caressing her shoulders, indulging himself by tasting them, too. Her skin was so soft. So sweet. His palms moved down, to fondle her breasts and roll her nipples.
"Jesus ,woman, you have fantastic breasts," he murmured.
They were so soft. So round. So large. Mike thought that he could easily straddle her, press them firmly around his cock and fuck them and her wet mouth, too. He swallowed. He would do that later. It was one of probably a thousand things he had fantasized about with her.
He lowered his lips, and trailed a tongue over her nipples. Marcy gave a sharp intake of breath. Good.
Her nipples poked out, swollen, distended and hard for him. Her breasts were plump, flushed and swollen with need. This created deep male satisfaction. He spent some time, suckling her and laving. Marcy responded by bowing and arching into him. Her passion created a heady pleasure in his chest and groin.
"Do you like this?" he asked, as he pulled and pinched one engorged nipple and scraped his teeth over the other, gently biting and teasing.
"Oh, yes," she gasped. "It feels amazing."
"I could spend the entire night playing with these," he informed her, toying, fondling and watching them react. "They love my attention. Are you wet for me, Marcy? Do you want me to touch you there to find out?"
"Um…um, yes, I think I am," she said shyly.
He wasn't going to let her get away with avoiding the question. "Do you want my hand and fingers between your legs?"
A soft whimper of need came from her and a long moment of silence. Mike didn’t move. Then she whispered, "Yes, please."
"Please what? I need details, hon."
She cleared her throat and seemed to recover her courage. "Please, Mike, will you please touch me between my legs?"
"Oh I like the way you ask, sweetheart," he said, making his voice low and seductive. "So polite. So needy. I'm going to touch you now, Marcy. I'm going to make you feel so good."
It killed him that she was innocent and inexperienced in the sensual pleasures. Marcy was such a sexual woman. It was his great privilege to show her this, up to now, hidden side of her natural
self.
Mike suckled her left breast, licking and lightly using his teeth. At the same time he squeezed and fondled the right. Meanwhile his right hand stroked down past her ribs, to her stomach, inching toward her coarse curls.
"Spread your legs for me, Marcy. I'm going to give you just what you want."
"Yes, Mike," she said and immediately she did so.
Mike continued to stimulate both of her sensitive nipples, while her breathing became deeper and harder. He rolled and tugged her nipple between forefinger and thumb of the left hand. Meanwhile he suckled and laved and worried her left nipple. Marcy's heart kicked as she writhed beneath him, making sweet feminine whimpers and gasps.
"I like those noises," he casually informed her. "You sound like a woman that really needs to be fucked."
Marcy gasped and squirmed at that. She enjoyed raunchy talk and she sure enjoyed foreplay. Mike's attention, however, was on the prize.
He knew a woman's body. There was no need to see her pussy. With consummate skill he trailed the finger of his right hand around her clitoris, lightly brushing and circling it. Oh yes, she liked that.
He delicately separated the folds of her flesh, moving toward the sensitive entrance to his nirvana. As he guided his fingers in between her folds, and stroked just outside her entrance, Marcy's channel tightened and gushed. Warm, slick liquid coated his fingers.
"Fuck, yes," he said in a guttural whisper, awed by the evidence of her desire. Frigid my ass. She was hot for it. "You're so wet for me. You want me to fuck you, don't you?" He easily slipped his index finger deep inside.
"God, yes, please," she choked, her eyes flaring with lust. Her internal muscles clenched on his one digit hard.
His chuckle was dark. He loved seeing her like this. Could he make her climax by his hand? Why not?
Mike pulled out his finger and then put his middle and index finger up her swollen channel. Marcy whimpered. He moved in and out for a bit, playing with her clit with his thumb. He pushed both fingers in deep, curled up toward her pubic bone. Then he made a running motion with his fingers.