My Son(44)

“Well perhaps you should let me see if the goods are worth waiting for” he said dangerously

Catching the meaning in his words Kelly had made to run for the door, but he was faster and had caught her by the shoulders spinning her around to look at him in only a few strides. With a cruel twist of his sensual mouth he took her face in his hands and lowering his head crushed her lips to his. His kiss was hard and meant to punish her for her words, and desperately she had raised her hands to push him away, pressing them against his chest to strain away from him. However, feeling his body under her touch had caused her to erupt in a passionate need to be even closer to him, her body a traitor of the worse kind, as far from fighting him she had felt herself clutching at him and kissing him back with a deep desire she could not control.

Marc had raised his head from her, his dark eyes burning with passion

“My God” he exclaimed thickly, looking down on her impassioned face, before once again lowering his head to her

This time his kiss was gentle and searching and his hands had lowered to draw her closer against him, pulling her hips against his so as she could feel his arousal hard against her. Kelly had groaned and entwined her arms around his neck pulling his head down further to her. She had delighted as he kissed her mouth, cheek, ears and shoulders. Her body shivering as he expertly inflamed her under him, aware of his unsteady breathing as he too became inflamed with her.

As his lips explored hers, his tongue had delved into her mouth so gentle and caressing that her whole body had exploded in a need which filled her very being. Moaning throatily against him she had kissed him back, her tongue dancing with his, feeling his one hand on the base of her back slowly stroking the silky curve of her causing shivers to run up and down her spine as she moved even closer against him pushing harder against the feel of his arousal. He had sighed softly his other hand holding her head, his fingers entwined in the softness of her hair.

Kelly’s hands had pushed at the suit jacket he wore, feeling as it had slid from him before she had moved her hands between them and with fingers splayed against his hard chest began to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt with the sudden desire to feel his bare skin against her hand, to brush her fingers against the rough hair which grew there. Pulling the shirt from his trousers she had began to slide it from his muscular shoulders, undoing the small tie at the same time, feeling his hand slide lower to cup her buttocks, his fingers gently stroking the furrow where the cheeks met. As his shirt hit the floor his hand had undone the clasp of her dress causing it to float gently and soundlessly to the floor to join it. The sudden feel of skin on skin had caused her to moan and shudder, her arms moving around his waist, her fingers barely touching his back as they brushed his skin feeling him shiver wherever they made contact.

Just as she felt she would drown in the sensations rocking her body he moved slightly backwards breaking the connection between them. With a soft whimper her passion filled eyes had begun to open slowly her body swaying unsteadily, as she saw him taking in every detail of her shape his eyes greedily drinking in her perfect figure, her erect and pouting breasts, her slim waist and flat stomach leading down to long shapely legs. Opening her mouth she had gasped suddenly as he dropped to his knees before her, his hands moving on either side of her legs until reaching her feet, were he removed the shoes she wore, the only clothing left. Once she stood before him completely naked he had began to kiss her stomach, his hands holding her hips tightly to prevent her from moving

“Stop….please, Marc” she begged, her voice hardly a whisper as she struggled to deal with the intimacy of his actions a flush spreading over her cheeks at the way she wanted him even more while knowing that she should be pushing him away

He in return had laughed gently as his fingers moved between the moistness of her thighs, causing her to groan so loudly. She had never experienced such sensations. In her whole life she had only slept with Danny, who while a wonderful but gentle lover, had never brought her to such a dangerous and wondrous place, and she felt lost in the sensations sweeping over her.

“Do you really want me to stop Kelly” he had replied gently as his finger entered her making her cry out, her body becoming rigid as his possession of her had caused her to erupt into a thousand pieces of need.

“Well” he asked again as his finger rhythmically moved within her

Whimpering and moaning at the same time, she could only shake her head while her hands held onto him her fingers snaking through his glossy hair

“No” she cried out as he had laughed triumphantly against her.

Parting her legs she felt his tongue enter her, flicking inside her, tantalizing her. Kelly felt dizzy as the sensations within her rose. She felt completely helpless not able to stop him as her head screamed at her to get away while her body remained rooted as his probing tongue was pulling the very air from her lungs as she felt pleasure she had never before experienced. Against her will she could feel her hips moving with him and she moaned with such a deep desire. Feeling her become unsteady on her feet Marc had risen to his and with one fluid movement lifted her into his arms moving over to the large leather sofa before gently placing her there.