“Oooohhhh, baby, God, what you do to me, Elizabeth.” It comes from so deep within him, the need, the longing, the wanting. And I can hear total satisfaction in it as well.
I moan as I push my mouth all the way down his now engorged shaft and I hear him suck in a hiss.
He gently pulls me up by my arms, wrapping his completely around me, and his mouth consumes mine hungrily, trying to suck me in.
“In the water, baby, I want to wash your hair.”
We step into the enormous tub. Marco lies back first then he pulls me down between his legs, resting my back on his front. And we begin our erotic bath, smoothing the lather over each other’s skin, letting the droplets drip over our nipples, then he washes my hair with the care of a lover adoring his muse. Our hands eat hungrily of each other with each touch, each stroke, each caress until finally he turns me in his arms and kisses me deeply as his tongue lavishes mine with the same fervor his hands did my body. He lifts me onto his hardness, pushing himself into me, filling me with all of him. Our movements are in sync as we carry each other to that cliff and we fall hand in hand, shattering together.
“Okay, Mr. Bond, I think it’s finally time I cooked for you,” I say hesitantly, but it’s not because I want to. Yes, I do want to. I want to do things for him, I want to make him happy but I’m a little apprehensive because he cooks so well.
“Really, Miss DiStefano, I am honored.” He thinks this is amusing because I’m sure he can tell I’m a little unnerved.
“Yes, it’s breakfast. How bad can I mess this up?”
He howls with such a belly laugh it bounces me off his chest in the tub.
“Just don’t burn the place down. I don’t have insurance yet. My agent is going to kill me if you do.”
“Funny, Mr. Bond. I think I can manage without starting a fire to save you from her wrath.”
I begin to lift myself up when he stops me, holding me by my arm.
“One second baby, let me watch my cum drip from you.”
What a wonderfully sexy dirty man I have!
Breakfast turns out pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Marco has turned the second bedroom into an office. He went in earlier to get some work done, and probably to leave me alone in the kitchen, I think so I wouldn’t feel pressured with him watching me. He really is a considerate man. The spinach omelets are done, the hash browns are perfectly browned, lightly seasoned with a little onion, and the coffee just finished brewing at the same time the kettle whistle blew.
My footsteps are silent as I pad softly across the condo and tap on his office door.
“Yeah, baby, come in,” he calls from inside.
I open the door just enough to peek my head inside.
“Breakfast is ready. Come and eat before it gets cold.” I beam at him feeling pretty good because I think it’s just about as good his.
“Thank you for cooking for me. That was really sweet of you.”
He comes around the big antique desk, takes my hand and places a kiss on my lips. This is the only piece of old furniture I’ve seen in his place and I can see why he would have it. It’s beautiful. He notices me admiring it.
Following my eyes he asks, “Do you like it?”
“Yes, it’s gorgeous.” I can’t hide my appreciation for the beautiful piece of furniture. It’s made of thick mahogany with a deep, rich color. There are intricate carvings along the edges and curved feet. It almost looks like French design with the scrollwork and four carved lion heads jutting out along the front of it. Behind it is a well-worn leather swivel office chair, the kind that would have sat behind a doctor’s desk in the early 1900s.
“It was my grandfather’s. My father gave it to me about fifteen years ago, after I got my shit together and I’m honored to have it.” He looks back at me I can see the pride in his face.
“Oh, I have one more thing to show you.” His expression has taken on a soft look. “Close your eyes.”
Now I’m feeling excited. With my eyes closed I hear him take a few steps then the click of a door followed by a rustling sound. He must have gone into the closet.
“Okay, open your eyes.” He sounds excited.
My jaw drops. It’s a portrait made from one of the pictures Marco took of me that afternoon while I was in bed. I look stunning, sultry, exotic, erotic…a woman with longing and desire and adoration for her lover, beckoning him to come and satisfy her yearning for him. I look at him. He’s waiting for me to say something, then I look back at the picture.
“My God, Marco, I can’t believe that’s me.” I am so shocked my voice is barely above a whisper.
“This is what I see when I look at you when we make love, Elizabeth. This woman is the woman you give me, the one I want to give immense pleasure to, the one I adore. This is you, Elizabeth, always.”
I don’t know what to say. There’s a rock in my throat that I can’t push down and tears threaten to spill from my eyes.
He turns and puts the portrait back in the closet.
“I haven’t decided where to hang it yet. I want to see you all the time but I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”
He comes and takes my hand. I’m still mute, afraid of what I’ll sound like if I try to speak.
“Come on, a beautiful woman cooked for me and I don’t want to let her down.”
I grab his face in my hands and pull him to me. What I can’t say in words I say this way. He smiles tenderly at me, feeling the gratitude bursting from me at this beautiful gesture he’s given me.
After we practically lick our plates—it was good and we both were obviously starving—I take the dishes to the sink.
“What would you like to do tonight, Elizabeth?” He sits back, rubs his stomach in satisfaction then puts his hands behind his head.
“Actually I haven’t been to the movies in forever. Would you like to go?”
“Yeah, that sounds great. What would you like to see?”
I bet he thinks I’m going to ask for a romance or a girlie type of movie.
“If The Equalizer is still around I’d love to see that.” I smile at him, waiting for his response.
“You like action movies?” Just as I thought, the surprise is evident in his expression with the wide eyes and the half-smile.
“I love action movies, good ones, especially Denzel ones. He is such a badass.”
“Okay, that’s the plan then, lazy afternoon, movie and pizza.”
“Perfect plan, Mr. Bond.”
Leaning his head against the back of the sofa, he looks at me, thinking about something.
“What?” I ask, getting a little uncomfortable under his thoughtful eyes.
“First, I’m taking you shopping.”
“Why?” The shock can clearly be heard in my voice.
“Because I don’t want you to have to worry about not having anything to wear here, at least until you move in.”
I choose to ignore the part about me moving in when I answer him. “You don’t have to do that. I can bring some things over.”
“But you won’t have to if we go shopping.” He gets up and reaches for my hand. “Come on, let’s get ready. I really want to do this.” How can I say no to a face like that?
We approach the corner of Market Street and Front Street. There are a few really cool boutiques here and I’m starting to get excited. No man has ever taken me shopping for me before. We walk in to Edge of Urge first. It’s a trendy boutique catering to both the younger woman and the professional with an edge.
“Can I pick out a few things for you to try on?” Marco asks me as he’s fingering through a rack, his hand poised over a hanger.
“Sure, that would be great. Anything for you.”
“Anything?” he asks silkily, cocking an eyebrow.
“Mmmhmm, anything,” I purr back at him.
“In that case, I will remember that,” he says, stealing a kiss.
After going through all of the racks in the store, Marco has an arm full
of clothes and I have two items. The sales lady hasn’t been able to take her eyes off Marco since we walked into the store, almost on the verge of being rude. I think she just can’t help it. An amazingly attractive man dripping sexuality, and shopping, really, really shopping, in a women’s boutique is something I’m sure she doesn’t see often. When it looks like he’s finally coming up for air and he scans the room for a dressing area she breaks her silent admiration.
“May I help you with something?”
“Yes, we’d like to try these on.”
Her eyes almost pop out of her head. “All of them?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, of course, right this way,” she stammers.
You can’t blame the woman. Marco’s easily got twenty pieces of clothing draped over his arm.
“You can’t really intend to buy all of those,” I whisper to him on the way to the back of the store toward the changing room.
“Yes, I do, and right now I’m going to enjoy watching you undress and dress, showing off all of these things for me.” He turns and winks at me. “I told you, purely selfish reasons.”
The dressing room is cramped with both of us in it but Marco was not going to miss the show. I start a little enthusiastically but by the tenth item I’m getting a little annoyed.
“I’ve tried on everything that needs to be tried on. The rest we can judge without me having to keep pulling clothes on and off my body. Which ones do you like?” I ask him.
“I like all of them. That’s why I picked them,” he answers.
“Okay, which ones do you like the best so we can start putting some back?”
“I like all of them the best, Elizabeth.”
Now I’m annoyed.
“Okay, well, which ones are we keeping?”
“I told you, baby, all of them. That’s why I picked them.” He looks at me as if I should have known this because he’s already told me.
“You can’t be serious.” The seconds tick by in the tight square of the dressing room.
“Is there anything about me that says that I’m not?”
I stare at him. What can I say? No, you can’t buy me clothes, which would be like telling him don’t breathe. It’s just not possible.
“Okay,” is all I can manage, shaking my head as I push past him to get out of the close confinement.
We go up to the counter and place all the clothing on the counter.
“Which of these would you like?” the saleswoman asks. Yeah, lady, I asked the same thing.
“All of them,” Marco answers.
She looks at him, stopping midway through removing a hanger from a dress. “All of them?”
“Yes,” he says flatly.
I can tell he had to stop himself from saying anything further. Poor guy, he just went through all of that with me.
After she rings us up and we head out the door, I decide we’re not going to any more boutiques, especially if it’s going to be like this. If he keeps this up, I’d have more clothes at his place than I do at my own.
Chapter Twelve
Elizabeth
It’s 9:15 when we get back to the condo.
“I bet you’ll never think about hardware stores the same way again, Marco.”
“Definitely not. That was a great movie and an excellent idea, babe. I’m glad we went.”
“Tell me something. You’re in the construction business so to speak; do you work with tools and things like that?”
He pulls me down to the couch with him and we sit back. He has his arms draped around my waist and I’m reclining against him. His expression is one of reminiscing, and he looks serene, deep in the thoughts that are taking him back to another time and place.
“My dad taught me some things.” He shakes his head laughing lightly. “He had my grandfather’s tools after he passed away. The old sturdy kind that you had to crank to drill a hole, the old stone with the deep groove in it where knives had been sharpened on it hundreds of times, and the old-fashioned planers. You know, the ones that made the beautiful curled wood shavings.” He looks at me with a sparkle in his eye at the memories.
I nod my head feeling so much for this man at this moment, this very private moment where he is exposed and the beauty that is him is brilliantly glowing.
He leans his head back against the back of the couch as his arms tighten around me.
“When I finally settle down, I want to buy a ranch with lots of property with a big white house, two stories, with wraparound porches, kind of a country house but with charm. I want to put up a tree swing and have a work shed and hang my grandfather’s tools there. And one day I’ll make something with them.” He tilts his head back down to me and smiles. “I told you, baby, it’s like art.”
I can see that beautiful home, the wind softly blowing the leaves, Marco walking across the big expanse of lawn and I’m up on the porch. There’s a small child running down the steps toward him with arms stretched out. I can’t resist kissing him and letting some of the overwhelming emotion I feel for him right now pour into him. It’s so much, I think my heart’s going to burst.
When his lips leave mine his forehead rests against mine and he looks into my eyes. His lip curves up in the corner and his eyes take on that wicked look. The bad boy is back.
“And I do like hardware, and tonight I have a special clamp for you. I can’t wait to see how much you like it.”
My eyes widen and my mouth falls open with no sound. Instantaneous horniness.
He traces my lips with a fingertip, then slides his hands down my arms finally coming to graze his nail on the top of my shirt along my visibly hardened nipples.
“I’ve got a couple of phone calls to make. Why don’t you get comfortable while I finish up and I’ll be in in a minute.”
“Okay,” I answer.
I go to the bedroom and get undressed. Along with the clothes Marco bought, he also bought a dresser just for me. We went right past the drawer to the dresser. That’s impressive. Folding my clothes, I fill the drawers of my dresser and walk into the bathroom. After turning on the shower, I wait for it to get hot and pile my hair on top of my head before getting in.
My body is already sizzling in anticipation of this new toy he mentioned, a clamp. I’ve worn the nipple clamps a few times already so I wonder what it could be.
My eyes fly open at the realization: a clit clamp, HOLY FUCK!
I stop. The water is running over my body, the soap is swirling down the drain and I’m frozen. This will be fine. I’ve had a butt vibrator in my ass, I’ve been flogged while having Ben Wa balls inside me and everything he’s done to me has left me mindless with ecstasy. This will be fine I tell myself. My heart is already thudding hard and my sex is wide awake. I hear the door click open then shut and all of my senses heighten. I glance in that direction and I see Marco, naked. His erection is massive standing tall, and he is stalking toward me, head slightly bowed, lips lifting at the corners with a look in his eyes that says I hope you’re ready ’cause I’m coming and there will be no mercies. I instinctively take a step back in the huge shower and his grin gets bigger.
Stepping into the shower his presence fills what felt like such a large space just moments before. He is so overpowering, so intense, so…much. He doesn’t stop moving until he’s got me pushed up against the wall, his mouth crushing mine as his tongue hungrily pushes it open, devouring me. One of his hands is on my breasts kneading the swollen flesh and flicking my sensitive nipples with his fingertips as the other moves to cup my mound roughly, one finger shoving inside me with such force it takes my breath away.
“I’ve got to fuck you hard and fast now, love. I need you,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
Picking me up by the backs of my thighs, he lifts me and slams me down on his cock in one movement as my legs wrap around him. He’s pounding into me mercilessly, just as his eyes promised, slamming me back into him. I can feel the licks of my orgasm slithering up inside of me as this primal man takes
what he needs from me. He twitches inside me making me dig my nails into his back trying to pull him deeper into me. My mouth comes down on his, biting down on his bottom lip, making him growl as I suck it in.
“Fuck, Elizabeth.” His thrusts become more determined and more ferocious, harder, deeper, stronger.
He slams into me one final time pulling me down hard on his cock, holding me by my hips, grinding us together and throwing his head back as a long, deep moan escapes him.
“Oh God yes, baby…”
Kissing me deeply he sets me down and grabs the shower head, I’m really growing to love that thing, as he turns me around to face the wall. He pulls my ass back so my back is arched and he spreads my legs.
“Here, let’s clean you up,” he says with wicked amusement in his voice.
I feel him lean over my back as one hand reaches between my legs and his fingers begin to play with my lips, sliding them between his fingers and pinching them, then circling my clit.
“Does it feel good when I pinch you here, baby?” he whispers huskily in my ear.
I am going into that place of ecstasy where everything is foggy.
“Yes, Marco…”
“Do you know what I’m going to put on that delicious clit of yours tonight, my love?” he says nibbling on my ear.
“Yes, Marco…”
“Do you want it, baby?” His finger slides into me, stroking me, feeding my flames.
I’m panting. “Yes, Marco…”
He shifts the sprayer to hit right on my clit while his fingers delectably move in and out of me.
“You’ll scream when you come, with that clamp biting your clit, so loud and so long and it’s going to feel so fucking good, I promise.”
I come with his finger moving, sliding and stroking me inside and out, as that sprayer tantalizes my clit making me want more. Oh God, I want so much more!
Marco grabs my chin firmly turning my head to the side and kisses me greedily.
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