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Authors: N.M. Catalano

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Stranger (3 page)

 

Chapter 3

The penthouse suite is large and elegant for our little city.  The couch isn’t the typical sofa bed style but a grander piece of furniture with ornate carvings on the dark wood trim.  It’s covered in heavy cream silk brocade.  There is a matching chair, end and coffee table with a partially read NY Times lying scattered on top.  A white lily floral arrangement sits on the table at the far end of the room in front of the wall of windows overlooking the Cape Fear River.  It matches the woods of the other pieces with curved legs and the chairs are covered in the same rich fabric.  On the opposite wall is a huge matching armoire which is closed that must house the TV.  On my right is an open door and I glance through it.  It’s the bedroom with an elegantly dressed king sized bed in creams and chocolates with hints of gunmetal blue topped with tons of throw pillows.  The walls are papered in matching colors in a modern motif.  I take a few steps into the living area and I can see through the windows a few lights dancing along the black surface of the water of the Cape Fear River from boats drifting silently along.

“Elizabeth.”

His voice glides over my skin like a caress, licking me in the most intimate places.  I turn slowly as he steps towards me.  My breathing is heavy and my heart is pounding.

“Do you trust me?”

I search his eyes as they melt into me and what I find there is hunger, is wanting, and is lust.  And I know.

“Yes, I do.”

He fills all of my senses when he pulls me close and his mouth consumes mine.  His tongue slides along my lips slowly teasing me, demanding to be let in.  I open for him and our tongues dance together, licking, tasting, devouring.  His flavor is delicious, masculine and sweet.  He doesn’t just kiss my mouth, he makes loves to it, delicately, passionately, and he makes me ache.

One of his hands is in my hair fisting it, sending sizzling shock waves through me.  The other pulls me in tighter and I feel his hardness against my belly.  I arch myself molding into him and moan, my sex aching to feel him fill me.

Marco tugs my head back gently with the hair he’s holding exposing my neck to him.  He buries his face there, nipping me lightly with his teeth then licks the bites he’s marked me with.  I gasp with the shock of the erotic pleasure.

“From the minute I saw you,” Marco whispers into my ear, “I wanted to feel you,” kiss, “smell you,” nibble, “taste you,” lick.

He shifts his body down, sliding his hand over the curve of my ass with a finger trailing between the cheeks until it reaches the hem of my skirt.

“Elizabeth, first I’m going to make you cum with my fingers, feeling that beautiful pussy of yours grasping hard, trying to pull me all the way inside of you,” he murmurs between nips and licks on my neck and jaw.  I’m panting as my fingers are clawing at his back through his shirt.  His fingertips graze the outline of the top of my stocking before continuing their journey up the inside of my thigh and I separate my legs slightly, begging for the contact I need.   A light trace along the edge of my panties finally comes to caress the wet lips that wait eagerly below the fabric making me tremble.  A grateful heavy breath passes my lips at the needed taunting contact.

“Then I’m going to lay this beautiful body down on that table and I’m going to feast on you until every drop of those sweet juices are mine.”

Marco begins to back me up until the backs of my legs hit the coffee table.

“When I think you’re finally ready, I’m going to take you to bed and slide my aching cock inside those velvet lips and fuck you.” 

My body trembles and my nipples are hard at his words, aching for more of his touch.  He takes my hand and wraps it around his erection.  It’s so big I can’t get my fingers around it.  I feel the throbbing of him in my palm and I imagine how wonderful it’s going to feel as he slides it inside of me, the thought making me ache in anticipation. Sliding my hand over the length of him, I flick the tip with my nail.  His eyes close and his jaw tenses at my touch pulling another low deep growl from him.  Removing my hand, he kisses each finger then my palm.

“If you keep doing that I won’t be able to do what I want with you, Elizabeth.”

“Please.”  My voice is shaky and I want to beg, ‘Take me now,’ but instead I say it with my body pushing into him.

He takes a small step back as his hand glides up my waist moving to stroke the undersides of my breasts with his thumbs while smiling seductively.  I am melting into a hot pool of goo from his touch.

“I know, baby.  You’re mine now and I want to savor all of you completely.  This night is ours and tonight nothing else exists but pleasure,” his face is a breath from mine.

He makes me believe his words that nothing else exists, nothing can touch us here, not even reality, this is our fantasy meant to be explored.

“You are an incredible woman.  When I saw you I could feel that fire inside of you and I wanted to play with it.  I’m going to make you explode, Elizabeth.  And every time you cum I want you to hear you scream my name.”

“Don’t play with me,” I whisper pressing myself harder into those fingers I want everywhere in and on my body.  NOW.

“I’m going to play with you and you will enjoy every minute of it, I promise.”  He kisses me deeply as his thumbs slide over my hardened nipples.

“Now, I’m going to sit on that couch and I want you to strip for me.”  Marco’s voice is low and raspy showing signs of his fight for self-control. He sits back on the couch in that same sexy, casual and confident way he was at the bar as he undoes a few more buttons on his shirt and I see a light covering of dark hair on his exposed chest. 

Holy shit!  Can I do this?  I’m shaking, not only from nerves but also on fire with the anticipation of the promise of things to come.  What if he doesn’t like what he sees?  I look at the man sitting in front of me watching me, completely seducing me and its evident how turned on he is by the massive hard-on bulging from his pants.  But his set jaw and clenched hands say he’s trying to keep total control.  This takes any doubts away that I might have and gives me the courage to continue. My hand goes to unbutton my cuffs while my hips unknowingly move slightly side to side trying to relieve the aching in my crotch.  His focus shifts to watch the movement.

“Stand still.  I’ll take care of you baby, I promise.  Be patient.”

I exhale long and slow, biting hard on my lower lip, not breaking contact with his eyes.  His look is searing filled with heat and lust while my hands begin to open the trail of buttons at my front.  I leave the blouse on and opened, exposing a hint of the white lace bra and rise and fall of the curves of my breasts.  I reach behind and slide down the zipper of my skirt, its sound filling the room, and I begin to shimee it down swaying my hips side to side.

“Turn around.”

I do as he commands and push the skirt over my hips letting it fall around my ankles.  My matching white lace boyshort panties peek out at him just below my blouse with most of my white cheeks completely bare.

“Take your blouse off,” his voice is lower, raspier.

This is so erotic, he’s got me writhing with only his words.

I let the blouse fall down my back to the floor. And wait.  My heart is pounding so hard in my ears it blocks out the sound of my heavy breathing.

“Leave the panties, bra, stockings and shoes on.  Now, bend over and pick up your clothes.”

I step out of the pool of my skirt keeping my back to Marco and slowly bend over completely opening to him.  I wonder if he can see how wet I am from there.

“Turn around.” His tone drops a decibel.

I turn slowly and my eyes search him.  His fists are clenched tighter, head bowed with his eyes on me and I can see they’re almost black with desire.  His tongue slides slowly across his lips and the sight of it makes my mouth open wanting to suck it, my own tongue searching for his. 

“Fucking incredibly beautiful woman,” he rasps and pushes himself from the couch and towards me in two steps. Taking the clothes from my hand, his mouth lowers to mine, the kiss slow and deliberate, feasting on my mouth.  He takes my lower lip between his teeth and bites it gently making me gasp at the slight painful pleasure as he drinks it in.

“I’m going to take you now, Elizabeth.”  His voice is gravelly with pent-up desire.

“Yes...”  Mine low and breathy.

I’m getting high on the drug of his seduction and it is so sweet, so exquisite, seeping through every part of me, I feel it taking me higher and I let go.

Smiling, he cocks one eyebrow and begins to back me towards the couch by my arms, my hands holding his rock solid forearms.  Setting my bottom down on the big soft arm of the sofa, his fingers begin a light trail over my shoulders, down my arms, over the exposed parts of my breasts and he follows it with his tongue.  My hands tangle in his hair and I lose myself in the back of his neck feasting on the taste and scent of him.  He slips a thumb into my bra and pulls it down under my breast, pushing it out.  His face is so close I can feel his hot breath on my skin as he traces a circle with the tip of his finger around my already hardened nipple.

“I love your beautiful pink nipples, Elizabeth,” he whispers as he lightly twists it between his thumb and forefinger then brings his tongue to flick it.  I’m panting and pushing my throbbing sex into the sofa arm.  His fingers leave my breast and trail down my stomach while his other hand is on my back.  He slides his hand over my panties and palms my sex and sparks explode behind my eyelids.

“Open your legs a little for me, baby,” he says against my lips.

I do as he traces the lines of my panties where it meets my thighs, making me want to spread my legs even wider and beg him to fuck me.   But he’s in control and I’ll do whatever he wants.  His hand on my back dips below my panties as his pinky teases the crease between my cheeks.

“I need you out of these panties.  NOW.”  The hand on my back pushes me up as he yanks my panties down and off with the other in one swift movement.  Without missing a beat his hand is cupping my sex again.

“God, you’re so wet for me, Elizabeth.”  His voice is low and husky.  I open my legs farther while his fingers scissor and slide through my wet folds.  He circles my clit with his long teasing finger and I’m panting.  I have to lock my knees to hold myself rigid, focusing only on the sensations Marco is giving me.  My sex is begging to feel him filling me.  Answering my need, he slides two fingers inside of me and presses his palm on my clit.  All I can do now is watch him, mesmerized, and enjoy the ride.

“So tight, so fucking beautiful,” he says deeply against my neck.  He’s hugging me, one hand on my sex, the other on my back with his pinky buried in the crack of my ass.    He’s making love to me with his fingers and hands, his fingers sliding in and out, twisting, with a graze of his thumb on my clit.  Then he shifts and sets one foot between my legs while my walls are clenching around him.  With curved fingers, the tips rub against the front wall while his thumb is flicking my clit.  I’m pinned motionless under the onslaught of sensations shooting through me, I’m moving fast towards that orgasmic precipice and he is steering me perfectly.

“Marco...,” I whisper, I’m so close.

“Yes, baby?”

“Please...,” I moan.

His hand moves from my ass to cover his fingers with my juices then he returns them to my crack and slides one in and out of my cheeks, teasing me.  I’m fucking his fingers, grinding myself on them.  But what I want is him inside of me and I know he’s going to make me wait while he builds my need higher only making the wait so much sweeter.  He knows I’m almost there.  Pushing his thumb down on my clit, he holds that engorged button firm, rubbing it while his other fingers rub me inside and he pushes me against him from behind.  

“Cum for me, baby.  Let me hear you scream my name,” and his mouth comes down on my exposed breast, flicking his tongue and sucking my raging nipple.

Throwing my head back and arching my back, I grind into all and every part of those fingers and push my breast into his mouth as he takes me over the edge.  I scream his name and finally have exquisite release.

I come down with him cradling and caressing my sex and kissing my face, my jaw, and my neck.

“So beautiful, Elizabeth.  You’re stunning, especially when you cum.”

I look at him and a big smile creeps over my face.  He wickedly smiles back.  What sounds like a growl comes from deep within me, my sex still clenching.  I grab him and mold myself into him, hungrily kissing him, pulling his hair, dragging my nails down his back over his shirt.  He pulls back and stills, putting one of those drenched digits into his mouth.  He knows I want more.  My lips part and he pulls it from his mouth and traces my top lip with it, the tip of my tongue catching it.

“Suck it, baby.  Taste yourself on me.”

I lead his finger into my mouth wrapping it with my tongue and suck it clean.

“Common Elizabeth, I’m hungry,” he says low and deep, answering my unspoken request for more.

He takes my hand and leads me to the table, removes the flowers and pulls out the captain’s chair.  He takes off my bra and bends to place a light kiss on each hardened nipple.

“Undress me.  I want to feel your skin on me when I have my face buried in that delicious pussy of yours.”

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