Chapter 51
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Marcus had barely reached his own rooms from the security office when there was a rapid tattoo of dah-di-di-dah tapped on his door. Marcus opened the door to a lovely barefoot Cally, "Two bits." Cally collapsed forward forcing Marcus to embrace her fully. She threw her arms around his neck, "Did you miss me?"
Lifting her up he swung her around and leaned against the door firmly closing it. "Every minute." Leaning in close he attacked the pink lips that smiled up at him. Before Cally could even breathe she had been lifted even higher and pressed against the door. Obligingly she wrapped her legs around his waist as he quickly forced his way into her mouth. It was a wild assault. He invaded her small mouth completely with his tongue and she sucked and pushed on it with delight. Moaning in a sexual haze that descended as fast as a lightning strike. Cally tangled her hands into his hair as she held his head and forced his mouth to her neck so she could gasp for breath and enjoy the sweet pain of his sucking strongly.
Marcus was supporting Cally between the door and his body by holding her bottom with both hands. As he started to bite her neck to mark her, he moved her body up and down just enough for her to feel his manhood's size and warmth through his trousers. Stopping so he could breathe her in, "Yes, I missed you."
Cally nuzzled into Marcus' chest, "Shall we have dessert first?" Slowly she was lowered to the floor. Marcus dropped his forehead to rest against hers. "No, If I have dessert first I won't want any dinner and you won't be capable of eating any either." Pushing back from her, Marcus cupped her face, "Come help me with dinner."
Smiling, happy he was as affected as her, she trailed him into his very modern kitchen. "What's for dinner?" Marcus was pulling meat from the fridge. "Bison ribeyes. Would you want salad with that and baked potatoes?" Cally nodded, "You cook the meat and I'll do the veggies." Silence reigned in the apartment as they went about their preparations. It was a comfortable silence, broken by the sound of their food preparations. Marcus was working at his stove which was an impressive beast. "Marcus that looks like a stove you would find in a restaurant." Marcus looked up, "Yes, it is. I like to cook. Strange isn't it?"
Popping the potatoes in the microwave because cooking in the oven would take longer than the steaks, Cally looked up. "No, not at all. You probably find cooking relaxing. I like to blow things up. It is such a buzz seeing the end product." Marcus froze for a second. replaying that sentence through his head. Comparing cooking to demolitions...
"How do you want your steak?" Laughing Cally walked up behind him and encircled his waist. Hugging him from behind, "Once upon a time I would have said on the hoof. I have since grown to tolerate eating it in public 'medium'. I can't scare the restaurant patrons with bad table manners."
Cutting into the perfectly cooked steak, Cally took a moment to enjoy the aroma before placing it in her mouth. "Hmm, tender, juicy, perfect. Thank you Marcus." After the meal they moved into the living room and sat close together on the sofa. Soft music played as Cally leaned her head on his shoulder. Marcus played with her elegant fingers. "Marcus, why?" This was said quietly and in such a soft questioning way. He thought for a few minutes. "Why do I want to be with you?" Not looking him in the eyes she nodded.
Pulling her into his lap. He forced her to look up. "I could say, because you asked. I could say because I wanted another taste after you kissed me before going to see the 'Yana'. The way you smell, the way you taste, the way you look at me... All of these and none of these. Because you exist."
"You sweet talker, you." Cally pulled his head down and nibbled and licked his lips. Impatient with soft kisses his tongue swept in before sucking strongly on her tongue and lips. Breaking apart to breathe, "Time for dessert?" Marcus stared into lust filled eyes. "Yes." As he ripped her shirt open.
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Marcus had barely reached his own rooms from the security office when there was a rapid tattoo of dah-di-di-dah tapped on his door. Marcus opened the door to a lovely barefoot Cally, "Two bits." Cally collapsed forward forcing Marcus to embrace her fully. She threw her arms around his neck, "Did you miss me?"
Lifting her up he swung her around and leaned against the door firmly closing it. "Every minute." Leaning in close he attacked the pink lips that smiled up at him. Before Cally could even breathe she had been lifted even higher and pressed against the door. Obligingly she wrapped her legs around his waist as he quickly forced his way into her mouth. It was a wild assault. He invaded her small mouth completely with his tongue and she sucked and pushed on it with delight. Moaning in a sexual haze that descended as fast as a lightning strike. Cally tangled her hands into his hair as she held his head and forced his mouth to her neck so she could gasp for breath and enjoy the sweet pain of his sucking strongly.
Marcus was supporting Cally between the door and his body by holding her bottom with both hands. As he started to bite her neck to mark her, he moved her body up and down just enough for her to feel his manhood's size and warmth through his trousers. Stopping so he could breathe her in, "Yes, I missed you."
Cally nuzzled into Marcus' chest, "Shall we have dessert first?" Slowly she was lowered to the floor. Marcus dropped his forehead to rest against hers. "No, If I have dessert first I won't want any dinner and you won't be capable of eating any either." Pushing back from her, Marcus cupped her face, "Come help me with dinner."
Smiling, happy he was as affected as her, she trailed him into his very modern kitchen. "What's for dinner?" Marcus was pulling meat from the fridge. "Bison ribeyes. Would you want salad with that and baked potatoes?" Cally nodded, "You cook the meat and I'll do the veggies." Silence reigned in the apartment as they went about their preparations. It was a comfortable silence, broken by the sound of their food preparations. Marcus was working at his stove which was an impressive beast. "Marcus that looks like a stove you would find in a restaurant." Marcus looked up, "Yes, it is. I like to cook. Strange isn't it?"
Popping the potatoes in the microwave because cooking in the oven would take longer than the steaks, Cally looked up. "No, not at all. You probably find cooking relaxing. I like to blow things up. It is such a buzz seeing the end product." Marcus froze for a second. replaying that sentence through his head. Comparing cooking to demolitions...
"How do you want your steak?" Laughing Cally walked up behind him and encircled his waist. Hugging him from behind, "Once upon a time I would have said on the hoof. I have since grown to tolerate eating it in public 'medium'. I can't scare the restaurant patrons with bad table manners."
Cutting into the perfectly cooked steak, Cally took a moment to enjoy the aroma before placing it in her mouth. "Hmm, tender, juicy, perfect. Thank you Marcus." After the meal they moved into the living room and sat close together on the sofa. Soft music played as Cally leaned her head on his shoulder. Marcus played with her elegant fingers. "Marcus, why?" This was said quietly and in such a soft questioning way. He thought for a few minutes. "Why do I want to be with you?" Not looking him in the eyes she nodded.
Pulling her into his lap. He forced her to look up. "I could say, because you asked. I could say because I wanted another taste after you kissed me before going to see the 'Yana'. The way you smell, the way you taste, the way you look at me... All of these and none of these. Because you exist."
"You sweet talker, you." Cally pulled his head down and nibbled and licked his lips. Impatient with soft kisses his tongue swept in before sucking strongly on her tongue and lips. Breaking apart to breathe, "Time for dessert?" Marcus stared into lust filled eyes. "Yes." As he ripped her shirt open.
Marcus had barely reached his own rooms from the security office when there was a rapid tattoo of dah-di-di-dah tapped on his door. Marcus opened the door to a lovely barefoot Cally, "Two bits." Cally collapsed forward forcing Marcus to embrace her fully. She threw her arms around his neck, "Did you miss me?"Lifting her up he swung her around and leaned against the door firmly closing it. "Every minute." Leaning in close he attacked the pink lips that smiled up at him. Before Cally could even breathe she had been lifted even higher and pressed against the door. Obligingly she wrapped her legs around his waist as he quickly forced his way into her mouth. It was a wild assault. He invaded her small mouth completely with his tongue and she sucked and pushed on it with delight. Moaning in a sexual haze that descended as fast as a lightning strike. Cally tangled her hands into his hair as she held his head and forced his mouth to her neck so she could gasp for breath and enjoy the sweet pain of his sucking strongly.Marcus was supporting Cally between the door and his body by holding her bottom with both hands. As he started to bite her neck to mark her, he moved her body up and down just enough for her to feel his manhood's size and warmth through his trousers. Stopping so he could breathe her in, "Yes, I missed you."Cally nuzzled into Marcus' chest, "Shall we have dessert first?" Slowly she was lowered to the floor. Marcus dropped his forehead to rest against hers. "No, If I have dessert first I won't want any dinner and you won't be capable of eating any either." Pushing back from her, Marcus cupped her face, "Come help me with dinner."Smiling, happy he was as affected as her, she trailed him into his very modern kitchen. "What's for dinner?" Marcus was pulling meat from the fridge. "Bison ribeyes. Would you want salad with that and baked potatoes?" Cally nodded, "You cook the meat and I'll do the veggies." Silence reigned in the apartment as they went about their preparations. It was a comfortable silence, broken by the sound of their food preparations. Marcus was working at his stove which was an impressive beast. "Marcus that looks like a stove you would find in a restaurant." Marcus looked up, "Yes, it is. I like to cook. Strange isn't it?"Popping the potatoes in the microwave because cooking in the oven would take longer than the steaks, Cally looked up. "No, not at all. You probably find cooking relaxing. I like to blow things up. It is such a buzz seeing the end product." Marcus froze for a second. replaying that sentence through his head. Comparing cooking to demolitions..."How do you want your steak?" Laughing Cally walked up behind him and encircled his waist. Hugging him from behind, "Once upon a time I would have said on the hoof. I have since grown to tolerate eating it in public 'medium'. I can't scare the restaurant patrons with bad table manners."Cutting into the perfectly cooked steak, Cally took a moment to enjoy the aroma before placing it in her mouth. "Hmm, tender, juicy, perfect. Thank you Marcus." After the meal they moved into the living room and sat close together on the sofa. Soft music played as Cally leaned her head on his shoulder. Marcus played with her elegant fingers. "Marcus, why?" This was said quietly and in such a soft questioning way. He thought for a few minutes. "Why do I want to be with you?" Not looking him in the eyes she nodded.Pulling her into his lap. He forced her to look up. "I could say, because you asked. I could say because I wanted another taste after you kissed me before going to see the 'Yana'. The way you smell, the way you taste, the way you look at me... All of these and none of these. Because you exist.""You sweet talker, you." Cally pulled his head down and nibbled and licked his lips. Impatient with soft kisses his tongue swept in before sucking strongly on her tongue and lips. Breaking apart to breathe, "Time for dessert?" Marcus stared into lust filled eyes. "Yes." As he ripped her shirt open.
