Chapter 98

"Are you tired?" Marc put a small carton of milk and a half-dozen eggs into the fridge while she tucked some croissants into the breadbox.
"Not at all." Aldara smiled and winked. "I was just thinking that I'd enjoy a soak in your hot tub. Of course, I didn't buy a swimsuit."
"You didn't wear one last time and it was daylight then," he pointed out, rinsing a bowl full of strawberries. "Why start now?"
"I didn't really think it was a problem. Besides, it will give me time to run these clothes through the laundry. Putting them on without washing them was a little unsettling but better than going to the police in your workout garb."
"Good. Washer and dryer are in that closet." He pointed to a pair of louvered doors off the back of the kitchen. "Help yourself."
While she dealt with her laundry, Marc checked his email and sent a note to his mother with the latest developments. He flipped the lid closed just in time to see Aldara strip off her sweater and drop it into the washing machine. Fascinated, he watched. How had she gone from being virgin to siren in less than twenty-four hours? Totally unselfconscious in his presence, she peeled down her snug jeans as well. Marc's mouth went dry. She tossed her jeans and socks into the washer then started the machine. Marc's cock strained against the fly of his jeans as she unclipped her bra and laid it on top of the dryer. Her full breasts bounced freely as she pushed her panties down her hips and wiggled. Oh God!
He managed not to leap on her from across the room, though the temptation was considerable. She knew it too, he realized. A wicked little grin flitted across her lips as she sauntered across the room to rummage through her shopping bag.
"Well?" She pulled an object from the bag then lifted her arms over head to twist her long hair into a loose knot and clip it on top of her head. "Are you joining me in the hot tub or not?"
The movement lifted her breasts even higher and Marc could not keep his mouth from falling open. He wanted, no needed to taste them again.
The kitchen opened into the great room of the house and one had to pass through the sitting area to get out to the hot tub. Aldara started walking toward the French doors but Marc moved swiftly to intercept her. He caught up to her just as she moved past an oversized sofa and he grabbed her around the waist then fell back onto the couch, pulling her down on top of him.
She gasped with surprise but then gazed into his eyes with smug approval. "Nice catch."
Her legs straddled his and she rubbed her crotch against the ridge of his erection. The fly of his jeans had to be rough against her tender skin but she didn't seem to care.
"I wanted you all evening," he told her, his hands automatically coming up to knead her breasts. "In the store, in the restaurant, hell, even at the RCMP post. You're an addictive drug, Aldara. The more I have you, the more I want."
"It's the same for me," she admitted. Her fingers began to fumble at the buttons of his black dress shirt. "As if I'm more nymph than harpy. All I can think about is you. Is this normal?"
"Not even close, angel." He sat up so she could push his shirt off his shoulders and run her hands along the skin of his chest. While she'd checked out every inch of him in the shower this morning, she hadn't seen much of him in human form, he remembered. He gently lifted her off him so he could stand and strip off his pants and shoes.
"Your body is different at night but this is the same," she murmured, reaching down to grasp his cock. She tugged gently, pulling him toward where she sat on the sofa. "But I didn't get to taste it this morning and I wanted to, very, very much."
Holy shit. He'd died and gone to heaven. He stepped closer, between her creamy thighs and prayed that his knees wouldn't give out on him. Her free hand came around to grip his buttocks and position him in front of her then trailed a path up and down the back of his thigh.
He watched in fascination as her pink tongue darted out to swirl around the tip of his engorged cock. She traced a damp line around the underside of the crown while her hand encircled the base of his shaft, her fingers not quite meeting. Then she lifted his erection to run her tongue along the thick ridge from base to tip, finally dabbling her tongue into the slit to taste the fluid already beading there.
"Does that feel good?" She moved her circling hand up and down on the shaft.
"Oui, petite. It feels amazing." He fisted his hands in her hair and clenched his jaw.
"The flavor is different than I expected," she admitted. "Strong, a little bitter but not unpleasant." She dipped her tongue again for another taste and Marc's eyes rolled back in his head.
"Suck me, cherie," he begged.
"Let's see if I can remember how the girls at school said to do this." Obediently she slurped the whole crown into the hot cavern of her mouth. She sucked gently, pumping her hand up and down his shaft in the same rhythm.
"I'd say they knew what they were talking about." Sparks ricocheted through his body. "But just a little harder. I won't break."
She drew his tip deeper into her throat, added more suction and swallowed, caressing him with a rippling sensation. He canted his hips and thrust into her mouth, lost in the pleasure she was so unselfishly giving him. Her hand tightened on his shaft while her other dipped down the crack of his ass to press against his sphincter.
The added sensation of her delicate fingertip on his asshole was nearly enough to push him over. "Getting close," he muttered, giving her fair warning if she wanted to stop before he came down her throat.
All she did was give a contented hum and increase both speed and suction. The vibration of her humming around his swollen cock finished the job and he pushed deep into her mouth as he climaxed, shooting his cum down her throat while she swallowed over and over, drinking down every drop. Finally, when he was drained, she eased back and daintily licked him clean.