by D. Camille
Releasing her arms, he reached for one of the condoms he'd placed on the table and quickly applied it before returning his attention to her. Lifting her leg slightly he entered the space he'd craved. Isis assisted by welcoming him inside. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he probed deeper and his hands moved from her hips to her breasts, kneading the mounds and teasing the hardened nipples.
“You have me Isis,” he told her as he stroked her body and she arched into each thrust lifting off the table.
The pleasure became so intense from the deep, slow strokes that she had to snatch her gaze away. Turning her head to the side, she vaguely made out the designer curtains hanging in front of the windows where the sky was darkening. Marc's mouth on her breasts combined with his hard thrusts had her mind completely erased.
She moaned as Marc slid his hands underneath her ass lifting her higher, giving him better access to the spot that triggered her eruptions.
“Faster?” he asked.
Isis closed her eyes. “Yessss...”
Marc spread her legs wider. “Harder?” he questioned and granted her request and lifted her knees higher.
She began to ride the first waves to ecstasy. “Oh lord!”
As the intensity heightened, Isis tightened her legs around him and gave in to the welcomed conclusion. Marc felt her release then worked on his own, flexing his hands around the firm, warm flesh of her butt cheeks. He continued to push faster and her tiny moans spurred him to a growling completion.
Isis laid spread out on the table with her eyes closed and a sexy smile on her face while Marc ran his hands along her naked side.
“What are you thinking sweetheart?” he asked quietly.
She kept her eyes closed. “That your mother is going to kill both of us for doing this on her dining table.”
Marc laughed softly. “This is nothing compared to what we're going to do in the rest of this house.”
He lifted her from the table with her legs still wrapped around him. She held on around his neck facing him as he walked them out of the room. She kissed his lips soundly as they moved through the house.
“We're going to walk into a wall if you don't stop,” he warned against her lips.
She continued to taste his lips and he stopped walking before they really did walk into a wall.
“Did you hear me?” he asked smiling.
“Yes, I heard what you said Marcus.” She kissed him again. “I can't stop though.”
He looked at her. “I don't want you to stop, just wait until we get to where we're going.”
She placed her lips on his. “Hurry up then...”
Marc quickly made his way down the long hall to the bedroom then into the bathroom. Sitting Isis on the sink he moved away to take care of the protection. Isis watched his firm naked ass and thighs before sliding her gaze up his muscled back.
Marc turned to her when he was done and smiled at the look on her face. “Would you like a bath?” he asked.
“With you?” she asked looking at his muscled chest and lower.
He nodded and she agreed. Marc reached over to the large soaking tub and started the water. Reaching under the sink, he pulled out Isis' favorite bath salts and added them to the water.
“Your mother uses the same salts that I use,” she told him.
Marc turned to her. “These aren't my mother's. I brought these here for you.”
Isis looked confused. “How do you know my favorite bath salts?” she asked.
“You live with my sister sweetheart,” he reminded her while coming to stand in front of her.
She looked up at him. “You asked her what were my favorite bath salts? Why?”
He touched her cheek. “Because I wanted you to be comfortable while we're here together.”
Isis laid her head on his chest. “I'm all the way there Marcus,” she confessed softly.
Marc lifted her face to his. “Thank you for joining me.”
He kissed her until the tub was filled with water then removed her shoes before placing her inside. Marc grabbed some towels from a shelf then settled in the tub behind her.
Isis leaned back into him. “What a day today. Sage delivered the baby, Trent's going to Africa and Lotus is still crazy.”
Marc stroked her arm. “It was the best day.”
“Really?” Isis said turning back to him. “How?”
“My Princess is in love with me.”
Isis turned her body to face him. “Yes, I am.”
“And I'm in love with her.” He touched his lips to hers.
“What was your best day ever, before this one?” she asked.
“There wasn't one that I can remember,” he said quietly.
Isis touched his face. “Tell me why you ran away from your family.”
Marc helped her turn back to sit in front of him before he began. “Ten years ago when I was sixteen, I was kidnapped and held for ransom.”
Isis gasped and tried to turn to him but he wrapped his arms around her and held her in place while he told her the story. She listened while he spoke softly in her ear.
“I was on my way to a rehearsal and they grabbed me out of the car. I found out later that the driver had been paid off. They held me for three days. I didn't know what they were going to do me and I wondered if I would ever see my family again. Most of the time they had me sitting in a room and after three days, I didn't think anyone was coming for me. I knew I had to try to save myself. ”
Isis lowered her head. “Your family didn't pay the ransom?” she asked confused.
“No, they didn't get the chance to. The kidnappers thought I was just some pampered rich kid and they left their weapons out on the table. I'd seen them do it a few times and at the first opportunity, I grabbed one of them and pointed it at one of the men...” he trailed off abruptly and Isis felt his body tighten as he was being transported back to that time.
“Marcus, if you don't...” she began.
He continued in a low voice, “While I was holding the gun someone burst through the door and before I knew it, I turned and it fired. It wasn't a kidnapper though... He paused again. “It was the FBI. I hit him and watched him die in front of my face.”
Marc laid his head on her back. “He had come to rescue me and I killed him.”
Isis heard the pain in his voice and her eyes watered. “I'm sorry Marcus...”
“I was there for three days because my father was overseas filming a movie and my mother didn't know what to do. He was never there when we needed him. For him, it was always a production, a film, a commercial... anything but the family he'd created.”
“The FBI took me home but I was never the same. I was angry that my father had not been there to protect me and because of him, I was with those people for three whole days not knowing if I was going to live or die.”
He took a deep breath. “But the thing that sent me away was finding out that my brother had orchestrated the entire kidnapping.”
Isis' eyes popped wide open. “Jeremiah?”
Marc lifted his head. “Yes, Jeremiah.”
“Why would your brother do that to you?” she asked angrily.
Marc took a deep breath. “Jeremiah is not really my brother. My family adopted him when I was seven and he was eleven. My father wanted to create the facade of the man he played on television. People believed he was this great family man, but no one knew the truth.”
“Is that why you left?”
Marc pulled her closer causing the water to swish around them. “I beat the hell out of Jeremiah and he was intensive care for over a week. I swear I wanted to kill him.” He said angrily. “I'd never felt that type of rage or that out of control. Normally I'd been a very mild and well-mannered child, but something snapped inside of me.”
“What did your parents do?” Isis questioned.
“What they always do whenever Jeremiah does something evil. He has a history of plotting and scheming to get his way.”
“They said he was t
roubled. He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't mean it, he'd grown up without a family...excuse after excuse. I wouldn't accept that anymore. I couldn't...”
“Why did he want to hurt you?”
Marc sighed. “Jeremiah always wanted to be my father, but he didn't have the skills. Me, on the other hand...acting came easy to me. I did it every day of my life pretending that I was in a wonderful family. I didn't want to be like my father in any way and that made Jeremiah angry. He wanted me out of the picture so he could have all of my father's attention.”
“I can't believe he did that to you,” Isis said sadly.
“When Jeremiah was finally released from the hospital, they brought him home to recuperate and I knew I couldn't stay there any longer or I really would kill him, so I packed a bag and walked out the door planning never to return. I didn't care what happened to me, I just knew I could not stay there. Not with somebody who wanted to hurt me and vice versa.”
“Your family didn't try to find you and bring you back?” she asked.
“They tried but I'd hooked up with some guys and just hung out on the streets in the hood. After beating Jeremiah's ass, I thought I was hard. I crashed at the houses of different friends and used the money that I'd made from acting to take care of myself.”
They sat silently for a few minutes. “Let me turn around please. I want to see you,” Isis requested.
Marc released her slowly and she turned and looked into trouble gray eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him quietly stroking his head. “I'm so sorry babe.”
Holding her closely, Marc let out a deep breath. He'd never told that story to anyone else ever and he'd never planned to in his life, but Isis had become his life and she deserved to know the man she'd fallen in love with.
“Is that why you became an FBI Agent?” she asked.
He nodded. “I had taken one of their own and I owed it to them.”
“How did you become an Agent?”
He looked at her. “After I was gone for a few months and wouldn't return, my mother called Ray. He had done some security for our family in the past and was building his company. He found me hanging out one day.”
“I remember this big dude asking for me and thinking who is this? After living on the streets those months, I had no doubt that I could handle myself and all my boys were around, so I stepped to him. He told me that my mother wanted me to come home and when I found out that my family had hired him, I knew he wasn't coming to hurt me. I proceeded then to tell him off and just where he could go.”
Isis' eyes widened. “You told Ray off?”
Marc nodded. “Yes, I was cussing and pointing my finger in his face... right before he punched me and I passed out cold. I'd never been hit in my face like that before or since.”
She put a hand to her face in amazement.
“When I woke up, Ray was standing over me and everyone was silent waiting to see what was going to happen next. He looked down at me on the ground and asked if I wanted to start the conversation over,” Marc recalled.
“What did you do after that?” Isis questioned with wide eyes.
Marc laughed softly. “Basically, whatever the hell Ray told me to do, except go back home, I didn't care what he did to me, I wasn't going back there.”
He sobered. “Ray got me a place to stay, made me finish high school then paid for my college since I wouldn't accept any money from my family. Plus, he said since he was paying, if I fucked up, he'd have every right to beat my ass.”
“I finished college and Ray recommended me for the FBI because he knew how badly I wanted to be an agent. He trained me to fight and handle weapons. He was also always there for me, telling me I was a young god and I could overcome anything that came my way.” Marc shook his head. “I owe him so much. He saved my life and helped me become the man I am today.”
Isis stroked his jaw. “I'm so proud of you Marcus. You've survived so much.” She touched her lips to his. “You are Iron Man.”
He returned her kiss while they sat in the still warm water. Marc thought of how he'd fallen for this amazing woman. She was as kind as she was beautiful, and as brave as she was sweet.
When she pulled away, she looked at him. “So that's why you don't gather with your family.”
“My father is still disappointed because I didn't want to act anymore and chose to become an FBI agent. I don't want to hurt my mother and Tasha by actually killing Jeremiah, so I stay away.”
“Do you think you will ever reconcile completely with them?” Isis asked.
Marc shrugged. “I know my mother wants me to be more involved. Honestly, I don't know. I still remember it.”
“Are you worried that Jeremiah will try to hurt you?” she wondered.
“Jeremiah knows where we stand. He hasn't stepped out of line since the incident,” Marc explained. “And he'd better not.”
She lowered her head. “I guess there's a reason why he scares me.”
Marc lifted a hand to her chin. “I promise you do not have to worry about Jeremiah. He's not going to hurt you because he knows no one could stop me from ending his life, very slowly.”
Isis looked at him. “Have you talked to your father about your feelings?”
“My father and I don't talk. He tells me what he thinks I should be doing and I tell him to mind his business because I'm not his concern and clearly never was.”
Silence overtook them again and Isis turned her back to him again and settled between his strong legs in the bath.
“Do you have any other questions Princess?” he asked after a short time.
Isis lifted her hand behind her and touched his face. “Who's Khayla?”
Marc frowned. “How do you know Khayla?” he asked.
“I don't know her, which is why I'm asking you who she is,” Isis explained quietly.
“How do you know about Khayla?” he rephrased.
Isis removed her hand and folded her arms in front of her. “When we were shopping together for the baby shower gifts, your phone rang and I saw her name on your screen before you put your phone away.”
“Khayla is a friend I met while I was working for Ray in Detroit.”
Isis nodded. “So is this the type of friend that you've kissed?”
Marc paused. “Yes...”
She nodded again slowly. “Is this a friend you have plans to continue to kiss?”
“No sweetheart, I have no plans to kiss Khayla anymore.”
“Good, because I wouldn't like that,” she told him.
Marc kissed her shoulder. “Point taken. She had an emergency situation.”
“I've been told that I'm hella jealous,” Isis informed him.
He lifted a brow. “Hella jealous? Sounds like Trent.”
She smiled. “Yes it was, because I told him I don't share my man. I'm telling you too.”
“You don't have to say it ever again,” he murmured kissing her neck and she arched back against him. Marc moved his hand underneath the water to her sacred spot and began a gentle massage as Isis caught her breath.
“Relax Princess,” he whispered in her ear. “This is for you.”
She arched back into his body as his hand entered her space. “Marcus...
He probed deeper as he moved his other hand to cup her waiting breast. “You are so beautiful, outside and inside,” Marc breathed against her neck. “I've always wanted you.”
Isis closed her eyes and spread her legs wider to accommodate his ministration. “I've always wanted you Marcus...no one but you.”
Marcus continued to slowly lift her higher while placing kisses along her shoulder and back. His expert touch caused her to moan as the penetration of his hand deepened.
“I love to hear you do that...it makes me want to take you over and over again,” he said slowly.
Isis was beyond words as the stars eventually appeared behind her closed lids. Marc continued to caress her gently as she slowly returned to reality.
Finally,
after regaining her breath, she smiled as she relaxed against his warm body. Isis ran her hand along the strong arm that held her as he continued to kiss her softly.
She turned back and connected with his eyes. “I love the way you love me.”
Marc smiled and savored her lips for a few moments.
“The water's getting cold. We should start getting out,” he said reaching for the washcloths he'd sat out. Grabbing the soap, he began washing her back. Isis returned the favor and they managed to get clean and out of the cooling water.
In the bedroom Isis climbed onto the bed then flopped on her back thinking as Marc laid beside her.
“What's on your mind Princess?” he asked watching her deep in thought.
“I want to do something like you Marcus. I want to help people,” she said turning to him.
Marc placed a hand on her stomach. “Help people? How?”
“I don't know.” She placed her hand over his. “My father did so many bad things, I feel like I owe the world something to make up for what he's done.”
She smiled at him. “I want to be a superhero too.”
“You want to be my Mighty Isis?” he asked smiling back at her.
“Yes...you could teach me how,” she said earnestly. “I could learn how to shoot or fight...or something.”
Marc frowned. “Whoa, slow down sweetheart. Let's not get carried away.”
“But is there something I could do?” she inquired.
“Let me see. There may be some ways you can help out Ray.”
She smiled. “Thank you babe!” Isis said climbing on top of him.
“I want to teach you something else right now,” he said huskily looking up at her.
Isis settled over his growing erection while he reached over to the nightstand. He handed the package to her and waited. Her eyes darkened as she took him into her hands and applied the protection. Marc laid back watching her dark hair fall as she concentrated on her task. When she was done, he lifted her face to his, bringing her lips inches from his.
“I love you Isis.”
She sighed and touched her lips to his, loving the words from his mouth. “I love you Marcus.”
Marc helped her settle her body over his and groaned as she eased slowly down his manhood. Leaning down Isis nibbled his lips before tracing them with her tongue while he guided her hips into a sultry rhythm that prompted her feminine waterfall to begin.