Candlelight and Champagne (The Forbidden Series Book 1)

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by Dee Stone


  Rolling his balls gently in one hand, I tried to take as much of his dick down my throat as I could. I surprised myself when he hit the back of my throat. While my mouth encased his length, my tongue licked along his shaft and the head until I had nowhere else to go.

  After a moment, he gently pulled me back by my hair. Licking my lips, I pouted.

  “You were so perfect, bella, but it’s my turn now. I want this to be so spectacular for your first time. Now lie back.”

  I did as he asked, nervously waiting. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but I couldn’t help but wonder what was next?

  Markus grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide. I giggled nervously, as he looked up quickly in surprise. I shrugged as I placed a hand over my mouth.

  He smiled. Pulling the thong down and off my legs, he tossed it onto the floor. I could feel the wetness emanating from between my legs.

  Licking his lips, he lowered his body to my spread thighs. Boy, am I glad I had that area waxed the other day.

  Markus slowly kissed his way up the inside of one thigh, lingering just a bit when he reached the apex of the other. Spreading my lips wide, he breathed a long breath onto my clit, sending chills through me from sensation.

  One long lick from my vagina to my clit practically had me bouncing off the bed. Another lick. I closed my eyes, moaning at the sensations overtaking me.

  Keeping me on edge, he avoided my clit while he paid attention to my outer lips. He licked and nibbled as I tossed my head from side to side, until he finally placed his tongue against my clit and hummed his delight.

  Sucking the bud into his mouth, his tongue lashed against it as he pressed down. I screamed as the orgasm overtook me, my panting turning to sobs as the sensations made my emotions overload.

  Taking me into his arms, Markus soothed me as I slowly came down and my heart rate finally slowed.

  “Do you want to continue? We can do more another day,” he was so solicitous it made me love him a little more.

  I shook my head in the negative––still so overcome I couldn’t speak.

  He reached over, taking both breasts into his hands, he rolled the nipples between his fingers. Massaging both breasts gently, he grasped them into his hands, pushing them together, and took my nipples into his mouth. The sensation of his warm, wet mouth sucking both of them made me shudder as I came again.

  Markus took me into his arms, murmuring sweet nothings into my ears, as his hand swept from the top of my head to the swell above my buttocks, over and over until my breaths slowly calmed.

  Cuddling closer into his arms, his warmth surrounding me, I wanted to stay there forever––except I wanted him to continue with my seduction.

  Chapter Eight

  MARKUS

  Grace cuddled into the warmth of my arms, and I couldn’t imagine anything better. Well––other than relieving my blue balls, that is.

  My hands gently stroked her arms and then her hair. I loved her hair––it was so soft.

  Naturally, my hands began to wander until I was absentmindedly stroking her full breasts, her nipples puckering under my ministrations. I continued stroking her breasts, playing with them as I tried to imagine a world where we could work out. I am old enough to be her father, I thought to myself.

  As Grace began wriggling about in her sleep, I shook my head of the negative thoughts.

  Grace began rubbing her thighs together, bucking her hips slightly, as my ministrations ramped up her desire, even in her sleep. Not one to give quit before a woman finishes, I paid particular attention to her gorgeous nipples, rolling them between my fingers. I had to have another taste. Bringing the object of my affection toward my mouth, I closed my lips around their perfection.

  As I suckled, I raised my eyes to bemused blue ones. She hitched a breath as her hands reached for the back of my head, pulling it closer.

  Throwing her head back she moaned again as my hand found the apex of her thighs, stroking along the hairless area along her outer lips to her heavenly vagina. I bypassed her clit on purpose, wanting to get her as wet as possible, in preparation of what would happen soon.

  Grace’s thighs parted and I ramped up my rubbing and stroking, waiting for another orgasm. I wanted her to have a couple more. I was proud to say I was quite large, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

  Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers in a hard, passionate kiss––one that could burn cement. My tongue forced itself between her lips, as her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me as close as she could.

  Her hips were plastered against mine in a rocking movement. Taking a leg, I moved it to my hip so I could have easier access for my hand. I watched as Grace threw her head back, her hair splaying out in a blond glitter from the moonlight in an open shade.

  The movement of my hand came faster and faster until she shuddered and moaned out her orgasm. I continued to flick her clit with a finger to stretch out the orgasm. She tossed her body about, trying to escape me, and my fingers. I could tell she didn’t know whether she was in heaven or hell.

  Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes as she held herself to me, shaking out the last of the orgasm.

  “Markus––I’m ready,” she whispered, her large, blue eyes staring at me. Trust emanating in them.

  “Alright, let’s get you ready for a ride,” I said with a wink.

  I leaned over her again, pressing my lips hard against hers, grinding her lips into her teeth, my tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth. I wanted all of her.

  My fingers lightly stroked back and forth over both of her nipples until the bottom half of her body wiggled and her legs scraped against each other in frustration.

  Releasing her lips, I made my way to her luscious breasts. Sucking one nipple into my mouth my magic fingers did their work on the other. Pulling, rolling, and twisting––I had her screaming my name.

  I thrust one thigh between hers, forcing hers apart. Slipping into place, my cock rubbed at her opening. Slipping a hand between us, I rubbed on her clit, sending Grace off and running again. “Are you ready, Grace? Tell me now.”

  Her head turned back and forth with an outpouring of emotion, unable to speak. Taking my finger off her nub, I took her face between my hands, holding her still. “Grace,” I said again to get her attention. She nodded distractedly, “Yes––yes. Do it! Yes!”

  I could tell she couldn’t speak in whole sentences, but she had enough presence of mind to say yes––and Christ was I glad.

  Settling on my knees, between her thighs, I set to work on her clit again. When her moaning hit a high keening I slowly entered her.

  Moving inside a fraction, I stopped for her to adjust. This is going to kill me. I moved forward a fraction more, my hand on the base of my dick to keep from erupting. Moving forward again, I stopped to allow her to adjust once again.

  “Faster. Harder. Hurry––I can’t take this any longer.” She whined.

  Grunting, I pushed my cock in an inch more before pulling out and pushing in an inch more. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes and pushed in hard. Hearing a gasp and feeling her wince, my eyes flew open and I immediately stopped.

  Grace’s eyes were wide in shock as my cock slid fully into her. Her gaze shifted sideways as I could see her adjusting mentally.

  “Move,” she demanded impatiently.

  Not one to ignore an order, I did as she demanded. “Are you ready for a fast ride, bella mia?”

  She lifted her legs to confidently wrap them around my hips in reply. For a virgin, she certainly knew what to do. If I hadn’t felt the tissue tear, I would have thought she had lied.

  Placing my forearms on either side of her head, I pulled out until just my crown was still inside of her. I pushed back in, hard and fast, eliciting a scream from her. Stopping for a moment upon hearing her scream, I checked her face for any sign of pain. Instead, I was greeted with a look pure ecstasy upon her face.

  Her bight blue eyes opened briefly, confusion clouding them. Pulling back out
I shoved back in, watching her eyes for any pain. Nothing.

  Her breath hitched as she arched her back and neck. Taking that as the ‘go ahead,’ I slammed back in, eliciting another loud scream of my name. Rolling my hips, I placed her leg onto my shoulder for a different angle. With my cock inside of her, and my fingers rubbing her clit, she was gasping my name over and over in a chant.

  I powered into her, faster and faster, the new angle giving me deeper access. Continually rubbing her nub, I finally heard her break into orgasm. Panting, her gasps filling the room as she rode out her orgasm. The feeling of her gripping my shaft had me moving harder, shoving myself in over and over until I felt myself explode, my cum filling her.

  Shuddering from the deepest orgasm I had ever had, I gathered Grace into my arms and held her close.

  Staring down into her perfect face, her eyes were closed and peaceful. I stroked her skin, painting designs with my fingers. For some reason, I had this need to touch her constantly.

  Moving her long, blond hair away from her neck, I began kissing her nape and making my way downward. Following the pattern I had painted on her skin with my fingers, I created the same imaginary artwork with my lips.

  Grace sighed in her sleep, her legs moving restlessly. I imagined in frustration. My hands slipped around to her front, caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples. I loved those nipples––so responsive to my fingers and mouth.

  I laid my head on the pillow next to hers, but I couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning my head restlessly for a couple minutes, I decided I might as well get up and watch some TV.

  ***

  A few hours later I heard rustling, and a droopy-eyed Grace appeared, rubbing her eyes with her balled fists. How cute she was?

  “What time is it?” she croaked.

  I tried not to smile, I really did, but it burst forth anyway.

  I was happy to see a slight smile on her face as she acknowledged mine.

  “Do you want something to eat or drink, bella mia?”

  Grace cleared her throat loudly, “Water?”

  Hurrying, I grabbed a cold bottle out of the fridge and brought it over to her, my hand brushing against hers as I let the bottle go.

  “I need a shower. I’ll be back in a few. I’m too grungy to be standing here talking to you.”

  As she walked away, I noticed she was wearing the king sheet from the bed––looking adorable in it, I might add.

  I nodded, having forgotten how to speak. Especially after seeing her take the top off the bottle, and throwing her head back to guzzle from the bottle. To me, watching her throat work was very erotic.

  She threw a knowing grin over her shoulder at me as she left, her toga trailing behind.

  ***

  I had been listening to the hair dryer for the last half hour, impatiently waiting for her to appear.

  Suddenly, Grace entered wearing the red dress from several hours ago. She tossed her blond hair behind her, and threw the empty plastic water bottle at me. “What time is it?”

  “Oh––just after two.”

  “So, what do you wanna do now? I’m wide awake––what about you?” She fluttered her eyelashes at me, smirking.

  Minx. “We could go down to the hotel bar for a couple drinks––maybe dance.”

  Her whole face brightened at that idea. What have I gotten myself into?

  “Let me grab a quick shower and get dressed. I’ll be out in a few.” I gave her a quick peck on her lips, and a pat on her ass as I walked away. She pretended an angry pout, but there was a smile playing at the ends of her lips. Minx.

  ***

  I walked out of the bedroom wearing a blue button-down shirt, no tie, and a pair of black dress pants.

  Noticing that Grace didn’t have any make up on, I decided to dress down. For me, dress pants and a button down was dressing down. I wasn’t a jeans and t-shirt kinda guy like my younger brother Dillon.

  When I walked in, Grace was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, one over the other, with the upper leg bouncing. Her head turned as she heard the door open, her smile of greeting a bright ray of sunshine.

  I quickly made my way over to her, putting my hand on the back of her upper thigh and slowly raised my hand to the apex of her thighs. I was happily shocked––no panties. I looked down at her face, seeing a self-satisfied smirk. She turned, walking out the door with a swish of the skirt of her dress.

  Feeling like a dog following its mistress, I slipped the room card in my wallet and left the room after her, locking the door behind me. By the time I caught up with her, Grace was already at the elevator, her arms crossed, tapping her foot. So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? I can play this game too.

  Entering the elevator, I stood behind her. As the elevator slowly made it’s way down, my hand began traveling up the back of her thigh, between her legs. We both stood facing the door with our backs to the wall, our fronts to the camera. I wanted to see how far she would let me take this.

  My hand was on her inner thigh as I continued to slide upward until I was touching the slickness of her pussy. She was wet with anticipation. Slipping my finger along her lips until I reached her entrance, my finger dipped and swirled inside of her.

  I heard a gasp. She thrust her hips slightly as my finger exited, flicking her clit. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to do this because I was becoming more excited with each passing moment.

  Grace tried rubbing her legs together but my hand’s presence stopped her. Nope, not happening.

  As the door dinged, I removed my hand, slipping my fingers into my mouth and tasting her juices. Nonchalantly putting her hand to her backside, she carefully smoothed down the back of her skirt.

  As the doors opened, I allowed Grace to step out, gently placing my hand at the small of her back, leading her into the hotel bar area.

  Grace motioned for us to sit at a booth and I raised my eyebrows in question. For the sake of curiosity, I followed her lead to see where she going with this.

  Grace sat, motioning for me to sit across from her. Again with the motioning.

  After we sat down a waitress came to take our orders, but Grace didn’t know what to get, so I ordered for her. After the waitress checked her ID, she was off to get our drinks.

  It was strange, Grace seemed a little nervous––her eyes looking off to the side, like she was hiding something. But what? Shrugging it off, I thought to myself, Whatever, it is can’t be that bad, can it?

  It didn’t help ease my mind that she sat there just tearing her napkin into tiny pieces, while her full glass of water sat in front of her

  I grabbed her hand, gently lacing our fingers together. Raising our hands, I kissed the top of her hand, mentally encouraging her to raise her eyes to mine.

  Noticing the small dance floor in the middle of the bar floor, I could see there was a couple bopping away to the fast paced music. The music was a little young for me, but if it would help to calm a nervous Grace, I would try it. Grabbing her small hand in mine, and smiling into her startled face, I pulled her toward the dance floor just as a slow song began.

  Chapter Nine

  GRACE

  I felt guilty for lying about when my birthday was, so I sat quietly the rest of the time we were at the bar. I could tell Markus sensed something was wrong, and he had a great idea with dancing, but tonight, my heart just wasn’t in it. I tried with everything in me––I tried to enjoy the three slow songs that happened to play, but nothing was working.

  Being gathered into his warm arms, I could feel his heart beating faster being so close to me. As we swayed to the first song I tried and tried to think of something to say, but I came up blank.

  Swaying was the only way I could actually dance. I was laughable at it. My father had sent us to classes, but I was horrible. I was asked to leave, even though they lost lots of money because of it. Talia was great, she could dance ballet, salsa––you name it; she could dance it. I wasn’t jealous––nope, not a chance.
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  As I tried to enjoy the man I had my arms wrapped around, his warmth, his cheek pressed against the top of my head, I felt his hand stroke my long hair, down my back, pressing my hips against his erection. Now that got my attention.

  I rubbed my face against his shirt, smelling the fresh scent of his laundry soap. All I could think was, At least the drinks were great––fruity, but great. I didn’t taste any alcohol like I did before.

  I finally got Markus to sit back down and get some appetizers to eat so we didn’t only have alcohol in our systems. I was actually beginning to think he had watered mine down. I had already had four fruity drinks before he stopped me––Wuss. But boy were those drinks good!

  I wobbled along beside Markus laughing at every funny thing he said to me, even ones that I didn’t understand––and there were many. All the appetizers must have been what made me light-headed, not the drinks that didn’t have enough alcohol, I thought to myself.

  Suddenly, he picked me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing. Wow! Strong man, I thought.

  When I looked at him, he wasn’t smiling with me. Instead, his lips were straight and tight.

  “Whassss wwrrrong?” I slurred

  He gazed down at me with a guilty expression on his face. Guilty? Why would he feel guilty?

  “I shouldn’t have let you have so many drinks. I knew they were way too strong.” Markus shook his head at himself in disgust.

  “Ston…strong? They wert strong,” I said, shaking my head. What is wrong with my voice? Why am I struggling so hard to think or get words out? Maybe I am drunk after all.

  I laid my head back, my cheek against his shoulder, and sighed. I’m tired.

  With me in his arms, he carefully carried me back to the elevator, where we headed back up to his room. With a swipe of the keycard, he entered with me still in his arms.

  He laid me on his bed, and after moving the comforter and sheet aside, he began removing my clothes for me. He left my bra on, but since I wasn’t wearing panties–well…I was like his doll. I couldn’t even move.

 

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