His touch was feather light inside of her and her hips were rising off the table as she yearned for contact between his rough hands and her most sensitive place.
"Yes. Yes!" She cried out as his fingers slid over her again and again. She was so close, at the tipping point and with one last stroke her entire body tensed and then convulsed as her orgasm pulsed through her, a fire coursing through her veins and obliterating everything in her path. Crying out in pleasure and gasping for breath she his fingers continued to stroke as she rode her orgasm to the end.
Her eyes had been clamped shut and she blearily opened them and looked around the white massage room. She was still breathing deeply and she felt like she was floating above her body. But Axel wasn't done yet. He was biting and licking at her neck and slipping out of his gym shorts.
Marie sat up and crashed her lips against him. Her hair was plastered to her skin and she couldn't have cared less. This was perfect. It was exactly what she wanted. Marie scooted to her knees and now she pushed Axel back. His cock was hard and she reached down and gently stroked up the shaft and caressed the head with her thumb. Axel groaned and closed his eyes and her hands continued to work.
"Come here," he ordered putting his hands on her hips and pulling her forward.
"Wait, we need a condom," she said, looking around.
He nodded and stood up, leaving Marie sitting naked on the masseur's table. He grabbed his gym bag, which had been in the room, and he pulled out a condom from his wallet. He came back up to the table and laid down on his back and, with a wicked smile, Marie took the condom and rolled it over his penis. She threw one leg over him and settled down on top of him. She took his hard cock in her hand and she lowered herself down over it.
Axel was larger than Austin and she winced as her body stretched to accommodate them. Her head fell back as she took all of him and every inch of it was inside of her. Axel's hands massaged her breasts as Marie began to slowly move her hips. She could feel him as he moved inside of her. Her was filling her up and she moaned as she put her hands on his shoulders.
Marie leaned forward as Axel moved with her. His hands were clutching her back as he pulled her down to be closer to him. She could smell the cologne he was wearing and taste the salty sweat on his neck. Their bodies matched in a slow rhythm as his hands urged her to continue. His cock was sliding along her clit, and she could feel the head of his penis where it touched her g-spot. She shuddered as his hands stroked the soft skin of her back. Then he switched it up, grabbing her hips and her ass firmly, pulling and pushing her as he groaned loudly.
Then he spun her over, never pulling out of her. He was on top and she pulled her knees on either side of him. He looked down at her and pulled himself all the way out before plunging all the way back in. Marie threw her head back and cried out as he crashed into her. Her eyes were clamped shut again and he leaned down and kissed her. He whispered into her ear, "Open your eyes."
She complied and looked up into his blue eyes. His fingers were between them. He remembered where her clit was and he was on it, stroking it as his shaft stroked inside of her. She couldn't come again. Her body still felt strained and swollen from the orgasm she had experienced only a few moments ago and she didn't think she could handle another one.
"Yes," she cried as she raised her hips to meet his as they fell together. Her skin was buzzing with pleasure and she forced her eyes to stay open as she looked at him. She ran her hands up his firm chest and over his strong shoulders as he plunged into her. "Yes," she repeated as if it were the only word she knew. It was the only word that mattered.
Pleasure was building up inside of her. His fingers and cock were rocking her together, each one working a separate place inside of her. He groaned as he pushed himself even farther inside of her. Marie grabbed onto his neck. Pleasure started where his fingers moved and it poured through her body, taking her over. She thrashed underneath him her body out of control as it sought a deeper touch from him. He was rubbing circles around her clit and she was desperately grabbing at his shoulder.
He thrust into her and his finger spun and then it was suddenly too much. She hit the tipping point as her body again convulsed around him. Her eyes closed and she screamed out his name as her body shook and trembled. Her orgasm washed over her, and pleasure pulsed through her body over and over again until she could finally open her eyes and breath. With a grunt and a final thrust he finished and then collapsed on top of her.
Marie stared at the ceiling. She was falling back down to earth, the realities of her life and her situation pouring over her. She looked to Axel, searching his eyes trying to figure out what he was thinking. Axel stood up and quickly began to dress. Marie looked at him confused. Was that it? No snuggling, no holding each other, no talking about what had just happened?
"I gotta...um...go back to work. You know your way out, right?" Axel asked as he pulled his shirt over his chest.
Her face flushed Marie hopped off the table and scrambled for her clothes. There were tears in her eyes as she fumbled to find her bra and panties. How had this happened? She had just gone from extreme pleasure to desperation and disappointment. Was this what casual sex was like? Shouldn't she be enjoying this more?
Axel left the room without another word. Feeling dirty and used, Marie dressed quickly, feeling more embarrassed and humiliated with every second that passed. Once she was ready she wiped the tears from her eyes and ran out of the gym and out onto the street.
Chapter Fifteen
Marie fought back tears as she walked out of the gym. She focused on keeping her head up and her shoulders straight, she refused to run or rush. She kept an even, relaxed pace, determined to look like nothing was bothering her. She was not going to be known around town as the girl who ran around crying everywhere. She wanted people to think she was stronger than that. She wished she were as strong as she was pretending.
Her jaw ached from holding back tears. They fell anyway. She swiped at them angrily before they could make any progress down her cheeks. She pushed open the door of the gym and stepped out into fresh air and dim sunlight. She turned towards the mansion; she was four blocks away from home, then three. She could make it without bursting into sobs on the street. She just needed to run right upstairs to her apartment and then she could finally let her tears fall.
She walked up Main Street, ignoring the people who passed her. She looked past them or away from them with as much dignity as she could muster. She wrapped her arms around herself, hurrying up the sidewalk. The day was grey around her, a perfect match for her mood. She turned off Main Street and the giant Hawks Mansion appeared before her.
It didn't look scary or intimidating to her eyes. It looked like a fortress, a safe place where she could hide and cry alone. She could hole up in this mansion as long as she wanted. It was old and strong and impenetrable; it could shield and protect. She hurried up the main staircase and opened the heavy mahogany doors. They opened silently and Marie closed them behind her and then scurried inside and up to her apartment before the grad student who was currently working on the collection noticed her.
Her feet thudded on the stairs until, finally, she was in her sanctuary and she closed her door and fell back against it as tears cascaded from her eyes. They poured down her face and soaked her shirt. Her body was wracked with sobs, her chest was heaving and she was gasping for breath. She tried to stop her tears and control them, but every time a she tried a new sob would shudder through her and new tears would come.
She thought it would never end. She thought she would spend the rest of her life sobbing on this floor with the images of her tryst with Axel flooding her brain. But eventually she grew uncomfortable on the floor and was able to pull herself up. She struggled to her feet and lurched to the bathroom, reaching out to tables and the couch, anything that could support her shaking legs. Once in the cold bathroom, she ripped off her sweat-stained clothes, struggling with her shirt and her bra before finally removing them and tossing them into a pile on the floor. She stepped into the steaming hot shower where her tears mingled with the warm water and fell to the bathtub floor.
She felt dirty and used. She felt ashamed and embarrassed. She felt powerless. He had treated her like she was nothing. Like she was just some doll he could pick up and put down at will. He didn't care about her. He didn't know where she had come from or what she had experienced and he didn't seem to want to. He had gotten what he wanted.