His Perfect Passion

He propped himself up on his elbows. “What are you doing down there?”

“Thinking.”

“Of what, my darling?”

“Many things.”

“Are you well, Marianne?”

She looked over at him then. Her eyes looked full of mystery and understanding at the same time. “Yes, Darius.”

He shrugged into his robe before coming down to the rug, sitting back on his knees, facing her. For long minutes he stared, enjoying the view.

Gorgeous.

Marianne held his gaze and waited.

“You are so lovely. Your body is glorious. I want to see you. Take off your gown, Marianne. You want to take it off for me, don’t you?”

“I do,” she answered.

He watched as she got to her knees and sat back before lifting the hem of her gown up over her head.

A woman of splendid form—that’s what Marianne was. Breathtakingly fine. Delectable breasts with dusky rose nipples hardened immediately under his desiring gaze. They were marked all over with the feathery love bites he had made earlier. A flat stomach, slender waist, and the flare of lush hips framed the dark V of curls at the top of her thighs. That mysterious place he desired to know evermore. He wanted inside her again. No, he had to be inside her again!

Those eyes of hers, waiting…waiting…always waiting, looked to him for direction.

* * * *

Darius opened his robe. His body was more beautiful than hers, Marianne thought. A beautiful man. Superb in physique. Smooth golden skin, rippled muscles on his lower chest and abdomen, the trail of dark hair that dipped low to encircle his cock. Sitting before her boldly, his shaft hard, needing her again, with no unease in his nudity, Darius wanted to take her again. Marianne knew all of this.

She thought about how it had been with him. Intimate, raging, tempestuous. He’d been inside her, pulsing and thrusting wildly, going deep. He’d filled her up with his seed and given sensations like she’d never known.

Once he’d told her she was beautiful when she took her pleasure and he’d loved watching it happen. She now understood what he’d meant. The beautiful part. Darius had looked beautiful to her when he had spilled inside her and found his release. His neck and arms rigid, looming over her, the weight of his hips, his eyes glowing down at her, his mouth working soundlessly before choking out her name. All of it beautiful to look upon.

Knowing she was giving him his pleasure was like a drug, and it had affected her strangely. Marianne hadn’t meant to cry like a baby, but when it was done, her emotions had bubbled up, overflowed, and out everything had come. She’d broken down and knew why. She felt guilty for having such joy. Surely this couldn’t be fair for her to have so much. Jonathan got nothing but death.

Darius had been ever so sweet with her, though, holding and caressing. He was very good to her. He’d insisted on letting him cleanse her with a cool cloth. His hands so gentle, taking away the traces of her virginity and his seed. I’m no longer a maid, she thought, and felt great relief, glad the experience was behind her and not the ordeal she’d feared. Far from it. It was good. Being taken. It was glorious.

Darius kept on staring at her boldly, his cock hard and jutting in her direction, looking like it wanted in her again…badly. Marianne wanted to touch it and kiss him there, in the way he had done for her, but she waited for him to tell her. His voice was everything. The words directed, but the pitch of his voice, the silky croon, bewitched her in totality.

“Touch me, Marianne. You want to put your hand around it and stroke up and down.”

She leaned forward and wrapped her hand around his rigid cock. Her fingertips didn’t quite meet her thumb though. She stroked up and down as he had asked, mesmerized by the velvety softness of the skin that sheathed him. The slit at the head opened up when she stroked downward and closed when she stroked upward. The opening and closing made a small sound because it was wet. A bit of shiny moisture wetted the slit. Marianne wanted to taste it, but she waited for him to tell her.

“Lick me. My cock, Marianne. You want to lick it and kiss it. Take it into your mouth and suck with those sweet, strawberry lips of yours.”

She stretched down to meet his quivering cock flicking out her tongue, and licked the drop that seeped from the slit. He tasted salty but slightly sweet. She pointed her tongue and dipped inside the tiny hole for the remnants. She heard Darius groan above her. The sound of him made her hot all over. Even so, Marianne still waited for him to direct her.

“Take it all the way,” he gasped.

The rigid flesh slid into her mouth, and she had to stretch her jaws wide to accommodate his girth, but relished the sensation of being filled. His scent carried the remains of what they’d done before…some of him and some of her mixed together.

Marianne realized it felt right to do this. She

wanted to.

Descending slowly, she felt the head brush the back of her throat, and it spurred her on. Marianne liked his cock in her mouth.