Tremors

by Jaid Black

  “Do you think so?” He smiled slightly in spite of his mysterious thoughts. “I always thought I favored papa.”

  She shook her head. “Through the jaw line and nose perhaps, but your eyes and your…” Her eyes grazed over his face. “…your lips…” She said quietly, “they are definitely your mother’s.”

  Fredrik’s icy gaze clashed with Marie’s summery one. He studied her features in silence for a moment, then nodded his head. “Perhaps.” Clearing his throat, he reached down inside of his pants and slowly pulled out his thick erection. The head was swollen and already wet with pre-ejaculate. “Come sit on him, ängel,” he murmured. “Sit on him while we look at the album together.”

  Marie slithered down from the arm of the chair onto his lap, no longer questioning her sanity for wanting Fredrik, no longer wishing that her body would quit craving his. Her back to his chest, she seated herself slowly, sucking in her breath as the exquisite sensation of her flesh enveloping his became prominent.

  He kissed the area of skin from her shoulder to her neck, then flicked out his tongue and made a wet trail up to her ear lobe. Taking the delicate fold of skin into his mouth, he sucked slowly and gently on it, causing her nipples to harden to the point of nearing pain and her breathing to hitch and become shallow.

  “Do you like that?” he asked quietly, thickly. “Do you like the feel of my cock inside you and my lips on you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes closed and her head propped back on his shoulder, “I love it.”

  “Spread your legs wider for me, ängel. I want to play with you.”

  Marie’s thighs came open automatically, her mind filled with only the most carnal of thoughts. She shivered when his fingers found her clit, moaned when he rotated his hips and slammed upwards into her slick opening.

  “And this is my motorcycle.”

  Marie’s eyelashes batted uncomprehendingly a time or two. Craning her neck, she shot a glance back toward Fredrik and snorted at the grin on his face. “There’s a time for tripping down memory lane with the aid of one’s photo album,” she said trilly, half teasing and half sexually frustrated. “And then there is a time for creating new memories that are even better than the old ones.”

  He rubbed her swollen clit and winked. “And which time is this, ängel?”

  She chuckled and shook her head slightly. “One guess, handsome.”

  Fredrik’s eyes rounded at the term of affection she’d called him by. He hadn’t expected something like that from her. Not yet. Not so soon.

  He shook off the way the simple endearment melted some of the ice around his cool façade and reverted back to his previous lighthearted banter. “It’s a hell of a motorcycle,” he teased, his accent thick, “I haven’t ridden her in over ten years, but she’s still in perfect condition, sitting in the outside garage waiting for me to return to her.”

  The light in Marie’s eyes faded a bit as her heart broke for him all over again. Ten years. Why did everything come down to that number? It was more than arbitrary she knew, more than a coincidence of fate. He had lost so much, Fredrik had. So incredibly much.

  The events surrounding Sophie Anders’ death had taken their toll in too many ways. How sad, Marie thought, how poignantly sad that Fredrik hadn’t even been able to enjoy such a simple thing as riding his motorcycle throughout the countryside, the wind in his hair, the freedom of such an act what most would take for granted.

  An act of self-punishment, she realized. But…why? If he was innocent like she was beginning to suspect, to hope, then…why?

  “You’ll have to take me for a ride sometime,” she murmured, her eyes scanning his features. “I would like that very much.”

  The album fell to the floor forgotten, the pictures like his memories safely sealed away.

  The friction on her clit began to intensify as Fredrik’s fingers moved in brisk circles about it. She closed her eyes and moaned, then groaned when he rotated his hips and slammed upwards again, seating her fully onto him.

  He closed his eyes and smelled the fresh scent of her golden hair. “You are mine,” he said possessively against the back of her neck, impaling her onto him once more. “Bara min. Only mine.”

  Chapter 10

  Three days later, breakfast was served in the estate’s large dining room. Again, Marie had to wonder at how the bounty had appeared, for Fredrik had never left her side to cook it. But there was an entire smorgasbord and, thoughtfully enough, many of Marie’s favorite American dishes had been included into it.

  He was getting to her, Fredrik Sörebo, getting to her and crawling under her skin. Every day drew them closer together, every hour bonded them more in flesh and spirit, every minute forged a new path towards intimacy and friendship.

  She had but three days left to make her decision. Three days left and she would be asked to decide the rest of her life. The very thought of it was so heady and consequential that she chose not to dwell on it just yet.

  “Where did it come from?” Marie asked as she padded into the room.

  Fredrik walked in behind her, fully clothed as always, looking his fill at her naked flesh before absently glancing toward the dining table. He never failed to become erect at the mere sight of her lushly curved body. “Servants.” He shrugged his shoulders, dismissing the topic as unimportant.

  “And where are they now?” she inquired wide-eyed, not at all liking the idea that one or many of them had perhaps seen her running around nude.

  “Gone,” he answered, effectively putting her fears to rest. “They won’t be back until lunch, ängel, so why the worries?”

  She lifted a bemused brow. “In case it has escaped your notice, I haven’t been allowed to wear clothing in over four days.”

  His smile was at once sardonic and playful. “That has never once escaped my notice, I assure you.”

  Marie glanced down toward Fredrik’s pants and chuckled when she spied his erection. “I believe you.”

  “Come take him out,” he murmured. “Unzip my pants and take him out.”

  Her body responded instantaneously to the sound of his words, her nipples tightening as tendrils of sensual need coiled low in her belly.

  Grinning, she gazed upward into his eyes. “And what if I say my jaw hurts this morning?” she teased. “Perhaps I’m still too sore from last night.” Her voice went down in timbre. “Remember how many times I sucked you off last night?” she whispered, her demeanor evolving from playful to seductive. “Three times as I recall.”

  “I remember.” His tall, muscular form drew closer, slowly closing in on her, as his fingers undid the buttons to his shirt. “You can never get enough, can you?” he asked thickly.

  “No.” She shook her head slightly, becoming serious for a moment. “Not of you I can’t.”

  “That’s good, ängel, because I’ll never have my fill of you.” He came to a halt in front of her, his shirt opened all the way, the black hair upon his chest converging downwards until it disappeared in a thin line inside of his pants. “Unzip me, Marie. Take him out and touch him.”

  He sucked in his breath as she placed her hand over the bulge in his trousers and squeezed. “What am I going to do with him when I take him out?” she murmured. “What does he want this morning, sucked or fucked?”

  “Both. But right now he wants held.”

  Marie’s eyes shot up to meet Fredrik’s. He was speaking of more than sex and they both knew it. Was he feeling it too, realizing she would have to make a decision soon?

  Three days. Fate had given her only three more days.

  Unzipping his pants, Marie watched as his erection sprang loose from the confining material. She wrapped her palm around it and held tightly, then began to masturbate him slowly as she drew her unclothed body into his for an embrace.

  They held each other that way for some time, she masturbating him at a leisurely pace while he let his hands roam over her body, feeling every crevice of her flesh.

  “I like you nak
ed,” he said quietly. “I never want to see clothing on your body again.”

  Marie chuckled softly, never breaking their intimate embrace. “Not even when we leave the estate? We’re bound to do that eventually, you know.”

  “Hmmm,” he replied playfully, “perhaps I’ll allow you a fig leaf or two for those rare occasions.”

  “Two whole fig leaves?” She slid her hand down his erection and palmed his balls, massaging them as she spoke. “You’re a big spender I see.”

  Fredrik laughed at that, causing Marie’s heart to tremble a bit. This man rarely smiled let alone laughed outright. But when he did the entire room seemed to light up a bit. His happiness shined better than any amount of candles.

  “Come, ängel,” he said gently as he removed her hand from his body, “let’s eat some breakfast before it grows too cold.”

  “Mmm okay.” She smiled up at him, placed a soft kiss in the middle of his chest, then glanced quickly about the dining room.

  A golden eyebrow shot up. “There’s only one chair, Fredrik.” The other brow shot up to meet the first. “I know you’re cheap when it comes to clothes,” she teased, “but dining room furniture?”

  He half snorted, half laughed. “I’m sitting on the chair, ängel.” He waved absently toward the dining room table. “And you,” he said in low tones, his voice thickening with desire, “will sit in front of me on the table.”

  She shook her head slightly, not understanding. “I will?”

  He chuckled low in his throat. “Come and I’ll show you.”

  A minute later, Marie was seated on the tabletop in front of Fredrik’s chair, her buttocks plopped down onto the middle of his place setting, her thighs spread wide open, her labia and clit on glistening display.

  Fredrik fed her from his plate with one hand while the other massaged the flesh between her legs. Within minutes, she was well sated in terms of appetite, but still hungry in terms of carnal indulgence.

  Opening her legs wider, she rotated her hips upward to meet his palm and fingers. “Rub me a bit faster, Fredrik,” she said as her breathing hitched. “I’m so close it’s agony.”

  “Not just yet, ängel.”

  She grunted. “Why?” she barked.

  He chuckled, his fingers still softly rimming her clit and labia. “Because it’s time for me…to eat.” His gaze caught hers and held it.

  Marie’s body stilled as she considered what he was trying to tell her in so many words. Her nipples hardened and elongated as she figured it out. “And you want me to feed you?” she softly inquired.

  “Mmmm. Yes, ängel.”

  She eyed the covered dishes arranged to the left of her, then turned her head back to look at Fredrik. “And what are you hungry for?”

  He took a deep breath as he glanced toward the culinary selections. “Something simple, I think. I’m in the mood for fruit.”

  A golden eyebrow arched up. “Strawberries, perhaps?”

  “Strawberries would be divine.”

  Placing her hand in a bowl of ripe fruit, she withdrew two plump strawberries and held them in her palm. She smiled at Fredrik, then spent the next several moments fitting the berries over her nipples. She was so turned on that the task wasn’t at all difficult, her elongated nipples gliding easily inside the middle of the succulent fruit bits, which she’d carved out with the tip of a knife.

  When she was finished, she reached for a banana and dangled it coyly before Fredrik. “Care for a slice?”

  He grinned. “Goes well with strawberries.”

  “Mmm.” Quickly cutting up a few chucky slices, Marie placed the first piece just outside the entrance to her vagina, then shoved it up inside of her with two fingers. She was wet and warm inside, inducing the fruit to slide in rather easily. She did the same with two more slices of banana before pronouncing herself ready.

  She smiled as she laid down on her back, spreading her thighs wide as she reclined. “Breakfast is served,” she giggled, blushing slightly in spite of herself.

  “Mmm. My very favorite.”

  And then his tongue was wrapping around the first strawberry, toying with it, teasing it, removing it from her nipple and sucking on the berry even as he sucked on her nipple simultaneously. Marie forgot all about being shy. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes.

  “Don’t forget the other strawberry,” she whispered. “It’s as ripe as the first one was.”

  “Patience, ängel.” Fredrik’s tongue made a trail from the first nipple, down into her cleavage, up the swell of her other breast, and wrapped around the second strawberry. Popping it in his mouth, he took Marie’s nipple between his teeth and suckled vigorously at it.

  “Oh my god,” she breathed out.

  “Mmm.” He released the nipple a minute later, a slight popping sound echoing in the dining room as he did so. “It will get even better,” he promised.

  He flicked at her nipple with his tongue a few times in rapid succession, then trailed kisses from her breast down to her belly. He toyed with her navel a bit, waited until he felt Marie squirm beneath him, then meandered further down, his lips forging a trail toward her wet flesh.

  “Bananas,” he murmured. “Smells heavenly. I wonder how I’ll get to them?”

  Marie’s breathing grew shallow, realizing of course, that there was only one way to do so. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” she breathed.

  “Mmm. This perhaps?” His lips found her flesh as he darted his tongue deep inside of her. He swirled it around a few times, enjoying her reaction, appreciating the way her hips writhed for him.

  “Not quite,” she groaned.

  Fredrik removed his tongue from inside of her and pretended to ponder the matter over. “Hmm,” he said, tapping his cheek, his English heavily accented, “if sliding my tongue inside of that sweet pussy doesn’t work, then what will?”

  Marie closed her eyes briefly, her breaths coming in short pants. “Try sucking it out.”

  “Sucking?”

  “Yes.”

  “Like…,”—the playful edge to his voice died abruptly, replaced with desire and need—“…this?”

  In one forceful movement, Fredrik’s face dived downwards, his mouth, tongue, and lips covering her entire center. He sucked hard on her clit, slurping sounds resonating throughout the dining room, as he laved her with his tongue and mouth.

  “Oh god yes.”

  Marie’s hips flared upwards, grinding her clit and labia more forcefully against his mouth. “Fredrik yes.”

  He sucked on her flesh for a few drawn out moments, then the pad of his thumb replaced his mouth as he trailed a path down with his lips and covered the entrance to her vagina. Sucking lustily, his thumb rubbed her clit in brisk circles as his mouth suctioned the fruit from her flesh.

  “Oh yes. Oh god. Oh yes.”

  Her hips thrashing upwards, Marie’s entire body convulsed as she surrendered to the pleasure and climaxed. Moaning, her head fell back against the tabletop as she came, her nipples stabbing up and her face heating with rushing blood.

  “Fredrik,” she whispered, panting heavily for air, “oh Fredrik that was…oh god.”

  He impaled her in one fluid motion, now standing on his feet before her splayed out body. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer to the table’s edge and began to thrust in and out of her in long, deep strokes.

  “Yes, min ängel,” he rasped out, his jaws clenched, “your pussy feels so good to me.”

  “Faster,” she pleaded. “I need it faster.”

  “Wrap your legs around me, beautiful one.”

  Marie complied instantly, arching her hips up to meet his thrusts as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Groaning, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back down on the tabletop as she enjoyed the sensations elicited by Fredrik’s lovemaking.

  “Oh god yes.”

  He picked up the pace of his thrusting, the sound of her wet flesh enveloping his steel-hard shaft over and over again slapping througho
ut the room. “Open your eyes, ängel,” he said possessively. “Open your eyes and see who it is that brings you to pleasure.”

  Half moaning and half panting, Marie tried to comply but couldn’t. All she could do was feel, enjoy, experience.

  Fredrik clamped down on her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers even as he continued to ride her flesh hard. “I said open them,” he commanded. “Open your eyes, ängel, and see me.”

  “Oh god.”

  Marie’s eyes flew open and locked with Fredrik’s as an intense orgasm ripped through her belly. She heard his words of encouragement through the haze of desire, knew he was telling her that she belonged to him, before she closed her eyes once more and screamed from the pleasure.

  Fredrik held onto her nipples as he thrust deeply into her once, twice, three times more. His breathing labored, he gritted his teeth and threw his head back as his body began to convulse. “Marie. God. Marie.” Muscles cording, he shouted out his satisfaction as he spurted his orgasm deep inside of her.

  Some moments later, when they’d both come down enough from their mutually experienced high to speak, Marie wiggled her hips, emphasizing the fact that they were still joined. Exhausted, she half laughed and half groaned. “I don’t think he wants to leave me just yet.”

  “He doesn’t want to leave you ever,” Fredrik amended, smiling down at her.

  One of her eyebrows shot up teasingly. “And your fingers? Do they plan to clutch my nipples forever?” She glanced down to her chest where her erect nipples remained clamped between his thumbs and forefingers.

  He chuckled. “I love your nipples.” He lowered his head long enough to flick his tongue across the peaks.

  Growing serious, his head came up and his smile waned. “Why let go of something you love?” he asked meaningfully, his voice having gone down in timbre.

  Marie’s eyes shot up to meet his gaze. She didn’t speak for a drawn out moment, just studied his facial features and the intense look about him.