His Need, Her Desire (5 page)

Marcus thrust inside again and again, deep and hard. He gave no quarter and she asked for none. His unleashed demand was overpowering, but deep within her, she exulted in it, body, mind and soul.

Instinctively, she clutched at him, pulling him closer. Her body craved everything he gave her. It had never been like this before. No one had ever claimed her with such ferocity. His passion awakened within her a desire deeper than she had ever experienced. She hadn't known she could feel like this. She hadn't known she could
be
like this. All her previous involvements paled in comparison.

Tabitha throbbed inside as she writhed against him. Marcus's hands roamed her body, touching and molding. He didn't slow his pace nor ease his intensity. A powerful orgasm burst free within her. Intense pleasure filled Tabitha and she strained against him as her nerve endings blazed.

As Marcus came, he crushed her to the carpet. He wound his fingers into her hair and held her head as he invaded her mouth. His body shuddered with completion and he drew a deep gasping breath.

"Tabitha …." Marcus raised his head and looked her directly into the dark pools of her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Tabitha squirmed beneath him. "I don't think I'll ever look at sex the same way again though."

Marcus laughed. "Why is that?"

"Everything before this seems … bland. Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed sex. But this was different."

"Yes, it was." Marcus rolled off her. "There's more you know."

Tabitha sat up. "What do you mean?"

"With this physical chemistry between us," Marcus shook his head, "I don't know where the limit would be."

"I'm pretty sure that's about as intense as it can get."

"No, it isn't."

His confident words puzzled Tabitha. "It isn't? Seriously, Marcus, it was great. My body is still vibrating. But I think that's about the limit."

"I can prove you wrong."

"That sounds almost like a dare." Win or lose, it was a dare she'd pursue.

"I think it is. You'd have to trust me though, really trust me."

Tabitha felt a sudden pang of unease. "I do. I mean, I do trust you as much as I can given the circumstances."

"I understand. It's up to you."

"What exactly are we talking about here?"

"Sensation. Feeling. Touching you on a deeper level, your body and your mind. It's about trust and letting go, exploring your limits."

"That could mean a lot of things."
Did Marcus always have to be so ambiguous?

"That's right, it could. If I pursued this … with you, I'd bind you, possibly blindfold you."

Tabitha quivered, imagining him exploring her body while she was immobilized.

Marcus took her chin in his hand. "I'd tease you, tempt you, until you begged me to take you and give you release."

Tabitha's lips formed a small
oh
of surprise. She was shocked by how attracted she was to the idea. She thought she knew herself well. She thought she was in touch with her own sexuality. Marcus was showing her that she'd only scratched the surface.

Marcus smiled. "I can see the idea intrigues you. It's what I referred to earlier when I said I like to be in charge in the bedroom. I wasn't kidding. In truth, though, it's dictated by you, your limits, and your comfort zone. I don't go outside that. I wouldn't want to. If it isn't good for you, it isn't good for me. Does that make it sound less … daunting?"

"It does actually." Tabitha paused to gather her thoughts. "If I say yes, what happens?"

"We agree on the limits. If it any time you feel uncomfortable or you want me to stop, you let me know."

"Ah, is this where we choose a safe word?" Tabitha had heard a few things here and there. Some of her single friends were adventurous and liked to share details.

"Yes, that's usually the best way, or sometimes a signal in case you can't speak."

"Can't speak? Oh, I get it." Tabitha couldn't imagine being gagged, but a few days ago, she hadn't had developing feelings for Marcus and a newfound interest in kinky sex.

Marcus pulled on his shorts and helped her up off the floor. "I guess you have something to think about." He gathered the two pieces of her bikini and held them out to her. "Get dressed. Come up on deck and we can have something to eat." He kissed her cheek lightly and left the room.

The bikini was a knotted mess and it took some time to untangle it. As she fitted it to her body and retied the strings, her mind spun with conflicting thoughts. She'd just had the most incredible sex of her life. Primal and satisfying.
Can I pass this up?
Her body wanted it, no question about it. Her mind though, her mind urged caution.

Tabitha stepped into the attached bathroom. Looking back at her from the mirror was a woman she barely recognized. Her eyes were dark and her skin flushed. She had total sex hair. She fished a brush out of the drawer and made herself presentable. Putting her decision on hold, she headed up on deck.

Marcus and Tabitha enjoyed a light lunch and relaxed on deck. The ocean was beautiful, soothing and calming all at once. Marcus made no reference to their encounter or the decision he'd put in her hands. Tabitha sensed he was trying to put her at ease by suppressing his intensity. The undercurrent of desire was still there, but muted to a degree.

The vessel was heading back toward Oahu when Tabitha spotted something in the water. She went to the railing. "Marcus, come here. There are humpbacks." She motioned him over.

Marcus joined her, sliding his arm over her shoulder. They watched together as two humpback whales slid through the ocean waves in tandem.

Tabitha leaned into him. "They're so enormous! It's amazing."

Her enthusiasm made Marcus smile.

Huge scalloped flippers dipped in and out of the water. They were so close that Tabitha glimpsed the barnacles on the surface of their skin. The closer whale dove and moments later thrust into the air, breaching, before disappearing back beneath the waves, its tail slapping the surface as it submerged.

Tabitha grasped his arm. "Marcus, they're wonderful!"

"Yes, it is wonderful."

Tabitha turned into his arms as she realized he wasn't referring to the whales. He kissed her and she responded eagerly.

*****

When they returned to the hotel, Marcus made no mention of specific plans to get together again. He escorted her to her door and kissed her. It wasn't a peck, but it wasn't deep and sensual either. He left her there, bewildered, while he walked away.

Tabitha supposed this was his way of not pressuring her. Though he didn't say it explicitly, the next move was up to her, and it came down to trust.

As Tabitha thought about it, she realized it wasn't Marcus that she didn't trust. It was herself. Tabitha didn't know if she could give up control. She was afraid of losing herself. She sensed it would be either the most liberating thing she had ever done or the biggest mistake she would ever make.

Marcus wouldn't deliberately hurt her. He had given her no indication of excess aggression. In fact, he was one of the most controlled people she'd ever met. He'd slipped off his self-imposed leash when he made love to her on the yacht, but even then, he hadn't completely let go. She speculated upon what it would take to overwhelm his self-discipline.

Tabitha made a decision. She knew what she was going to do. She wanted Marcus on a primal level. She'd never wanted anyone else like this. The risk was worth the potential reward.
What if we only have these few days together?
She wanted to make the most of them.

After showering and shaving her legs, Tabitha carefully blew out her hair so it curled and fluffed attractively. She applied her makeup, emphasizing her brown eyes with smoky highlights. She hadn't brought many fancy outfits with her, but she had her favorite blue dress. It fit her well and always gave her confidence when she wore it. She slipped on her heels and thought about how to proceed.
Should I call him? Just show up at his door?

Tabitha didn't want to lose her nerve, so she simply left her room and headed toward the elevator. Marcus's room occupied one of the top floors. She hadn't been to his room, but he'd mentioned the number. As the elevator ascended, Tabitha's heart pounded in her chest.

When Tabitha arrived at his floor, she hurried down the hall, scared she might lose her nerve. She knocked on the door and waited, struggling not to back away. The door opened and Marcus stood there framed in the doorway. He wore slacks and his shirt was open at the neck with the sleeves rolled up.

He smiled. "Tabitha, you look lovely."

"May I come in?"

"Absolutely." He stepped aside and allowed her to enter.

The suite was elegant and much more spacious than hers. The view was incredible. Tabitha sensed Marcus behind her as she stared out the windows into the night sky. He said nothing but simply waited. She wished he would make it easy for her but she supposed this was something about which you did not want any confusion or misunderstanding.

"Marcus, I've been thinking about the things that you said. About your proposition." She turned to face him. His expression remained impassive. She'd give anything to know what he was thinking. She leaned into him and nuzzled his jawline with her lips.

He grasped her arms and looked into her eyes. "What have you decided?"

"I want to. I want you."

Marcus took her in his arms and kissed her. He released her and took a step back. "What are you open to?"

"I'm not sure. This is new to me. But the suggestions you made … earlier … excited me."

"I thought so." Marcus crossed to the side table, picked up his drink and took a sip. "Just soda water."

Tabitha nodded. She supposed he was reassuring her of his state of mind. His blue eyes pierced her, studying her. Tabitha fought the urge to cross her arms.
Was he going to do something?

Tabitha couldn't stand the silence. "Well?"

"Well what?"

Tabitha's hands fluttered. "What do you want me to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

Tabitha frowned. Marcus was not being helpful. "I thought we might, you know …."

"You have to tell me what you desire, Tabitha. You have to show me what you want."

Tabitha was at a loss. She searched his face for a clue. He provided none. "I want you."

"Can you think of a way to show me?"

"I … yes?" Tabitha reached behind her back, unfastened her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in matching bra and panties. She lifted her foot to kick off her shoe.

His eyes raked over her body. "No. Leave them on."

Tabitha stood still, trapped in his gaze.

"Turn around. Let me see you."

Tabitha turned around slowly and forced herself to keep her arms at her sides. She turned to face him again and placed her hands on her hips. Her eyes met his and she sensed challenge in his gaze.

"Are you ready to begin?"

Tabitha tilted her head and considered her choice for the last time. "Yes." She was ready.

"How do you show me?"

Tabitha stepped toward him, extending her hand to touch him.

Marcus held up his hands stopping her and shook his head. "No."

Tabitha considered her options.
What does he want? How do I show him I can be submissive?
She sank to her knees and averted her eyes.

"Very good. Do you want me?"

Tabitha nodded. "Yes."

Marcus paused, waiting. "Yes what?"

"Yes … Sir?"

"Come here."

Tabitha put her hand on the floor to stand, but he stilled her with a gesture.

She understood. She crawled the short distance to where he stood.

"Do you want to please me?"

"Yes. I do." Tabitha stumbled over the words. "Yes, Sir.”

"Undo my pants."

Tabitha's hand shook as she reached for him. It wasn't fear that filled her though. It was desire. She unfastened the button at the waistband and slowly lowered the zipper. Marcus swelled under the fabric. Her hand longed to slide inside. She looked up and he nodded for her to continue.

Tabitha slipped her fingers into his undershorts and encountered the heat of him. As she encircled his shaft, she heard his sharply indrawn breath. She stroked him, but the fabric prevented her full access.

Pulling him through the opening, Tabitha raised her eyes to look at Marcus. She closed her lips around him, teasing him with the tip of her tongue.

Marcus smiled, content to let her set the pace for now.

Tabitha ducked toward him and rubbed her lower lip against the tip of his cock. Marcus throbbed in her hand. She surrounded him with her mouth. As she drew him across her tongue, Tabitha felt moisture wetting her panties. Without even a touch, her nipples hardened. She quivered as she licked and sucked his erect flesh.