One by one, taking his time with the delicate buttons, he undid her dress, stopping to kiss each inch of newly exposed skin. Her spine tingled from his light and delicate touch before moving out towards her fingers and toes. Her breath sped up as her dress began to slowly slip down her shoulders.
With the last few buttons, the only thing holding up the dress were her hands. When he was finished Marie let go and the dress fell into a pillowy puddle at her feet. She was still wearing the corset and a pair of black, thigh-high stockings clipped with a garter belt. Axel let out a low growl and he spun her around and kissed her fiercely. His hands roamed up and down her back, going lower and grabbing her ass, making Marie gasp every time he touched her.
She broke away from the kiss. She desperately wanted him. Her breath was coming in short bursts and she pushed him back with a hand firmly on his chest. He was twice as big as she was but he moved as she directed. Her light touch pushed him until his knees hit the bed and he sat down on it.
Marie stood in front him and she maneuvered between his knees and his hands came to rest on her hips. Her deft fingers removed his vest and then got to work on the buttons of his tuxedo shirt. But Axel was not as patient as she was. She had only undone three buttons when he took matters into his own hands and ripped off his white shirt and then his undershirt.
"So impatient," Marie said.
He pulled her towards him until she was straddling him on the bed, her knees on either side of him. "Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?"
She hitched her breath as he buried his face her chest and then he swung her over him and pushed her back onto the bed. He pulled down on the corset and she shuddered with pleasure as her breasts slipped out from their confinement. He was on them in a second. He took her nipple between his teeth and she strained underneath him as his tongue flicked before he released her. He took her breast in his mouth and Marie buried her hands in his hair and whispered the word yes. She was writhing beneath him, her body already out of her control.
He looked up at her and gave her a wicked grin. "Don't move," he ordered and she looked up at him. He stood up and removed his belt, pants and shoes and then came back to the bed. He hovered over Marie and kissed her deeply. She grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as his tongue explored her mouth. He broke the kiss and then began to slowly kiss his way down her body. He settled between her legs and Marie moved to close them. His hand stopped her and when he touched the inside of her thigh she quivered uncontrollably.
"What are you doing?" Marie asked, though she knew what he had in mind. All of her friends had a guy "go down on them" but never Marie. Austin thought it was disgusting, although he never a problem with Marie using her mouth on him. But she couldn't think about Austin, not now. Axel's hands caressing her inner thighs were the only things she could think about.
She closed her eyes and felt his lips on her sensitive flesh as he kissed her. He kissed her again, but this time, his tongue slid into her. Marie arched her back as she felt his warm tongue enter her. Her fingers grabbed at the sheets, as she clenched her fists. His hands came up on either side of her legs and he pulled her closer. She could feel his tongue making long strokes inside of her. He was sliding over her clit and making her gasp and grab at his hair, as her pleasure grew.
It felt so good. It was, by far, the best thing a man had ever done to her. She didn't know sex could feel this good. His tongue was soft and gentle and warm and he was teasing her with it. He was slowly, patiently, building up her climax and all Marie had to do was lie back and let him. She cried out his name as she felt an impossible feeling build up inside of her. His tongue continued to move, each stroke bringing her closer to her orgasm. She writhed beneath him unable to control herself. Her hands were in his hair and then clutching at his back. She was gasping for breath and whimpering and crying out in pleasure.
Her breath hitched as she cried out for more. "Don't stop," she begged through moans. He growled from between her legs and she could feel the rumble in her center. Her ache was growing. She never wanted him to stop. Her pleasure was building inside of her. She could feel it with his every soft touch. She grabbed at his hair as she moaned. Her body tensed and then, with a rush of electricity, she lifted her back off the bed as she gripped his hair and her orgasm pulsed through her. Pleasure poured through her veins, and she closed her eyes to give herself over to it as he rode it out with her until finally spent she collapsed back onto the bed.
"God that was hot," he said as he licked and then bit at her nipple.
Marie felt like she had been floating somewhere above her body and now she was coming back down to earth. She ran her hands over Axel's strong back. She could feel his erection grazing the inside of her thigh. "I want you," she whispered as she bit down on his earlobe.
He let out a low growl and then reached for his pants. He found his wallet and removed a condom. Once it was on he lifted her up off the bed. He spun her around and quickly unlaced her corset and pulled it off her. Then Marie relaxed on her hands and knees. She felt his penis at her opening. Axel rubbed himself against her and then slid into her. She gasped and grabbed at the sheets as her body strained to take him all in. He sunk even farther into her as Marie finally relaxed around him.
She could feel every inch of Axel inside of her. He pushed himself into her and then pulled himself all the way out. Marie moaned and moved back against him. The sensation of him entering her over and over again was overwhelming as her body strained to accept him. He put his hands on her hips and began a slow smooth rhythm.
Marie moved with him, pushing him even farther into her with each thrust. She shivered as his hands clutched at her hips. Her skin grew hot under his touch, and a shudder ran up and down her as they moved together. His cock was lightly grazing her clit with each thrust and she moved against him desperate for contact.
As if he could read her mind Axel bent over Marie and his thumb began to spin circles right above where their bodies met. Marie moaned out his name and grabbed his wrist as her still swollen clit cried out from the sudden attention. He kissed her neck and took a lighter touch and Marie pressed closer to him. His thumb was just barely touching her. He was teasing her, slowly unspooling her pleasure. She moaned as he bit her neck.
"Yes. Yes!" she cried as they continued to move together. He sped up his thrusts and she sped up with him. She shut her eyes letting out a haggard breath as pleasure again shot through her veins. She was sure she couldn't come again. The last one had been almost too much. But her body had other ideas and already her hips were out of her control pushing and thrusting with Axel.
"God. Marie. Yes." His staccato voice was in her ear. His body was pressed against hers.
She had never felt so close to someone before. His thumb was still moving against her and she whispered yes. She was so close. Just a few moments more. He was going fast and hard and she was ready for him. She moved with him, her aroused body accommodating every inch of him.
He thrust and his thumb continued to brush over clit. It was too good. Her body tensed and she let out a whimper and then she was crying out the word yes over and over again she convulsed and crashed against Axel. Pleasure poured over and her eyes clamped shut as her orgasm flashed through her. He finished with her, a loud groan and a final deep thrust as they both gasped for breath.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Axel collapsed onto the bed, glad that the previous occupants had left the sheets on. He fell next to Marie and rolled over onto his back and stared up at the old brick ceiling. His hand rested on her thigh and he gave her a light squeeze. The basement was cold, but the cool air felt wonderful against his exposed hot skin.
"That was amazing," Axel said in a breathy voice. How was it possible that sweet naive Marie was the best lay he had ever experienced? Then again, though the details of her backstory were vague, he knew she wasn't as naïve as she appeared.
"It really was," Marie agreed. She turned on her side and lay across his chest. His hand caressed her back. With her finger she traced the lines of the tattoo on his chest. It was two swords over a red shield. Below the swords was a cornucopia and above it was a stag with an impressive head of horns.
"That's my mother's family's crest. From all the way back in Ireland."
"I like it," Marie said. "I don't have any tattoos."
"You should get one. Hurts like hell, but it's worth it."