Dark Passions

40.

Out in the darkened gardens, Marcus swept Izzie into his arms, having spirited her away from the last of the lingering guests still enjoying the food and drink provided. His mouth found hers, hot and demanding, as she eagerly responded to his kiss. The evening air was still warm and sultry, the night sky spangled with a myriad of stars, and the bright silver globe of the moon.

"You looked simply ravishing today, my dear," he murmured, kissing the slope of her chest, his breath warm on her skin. "Even more so, since I was thinking of you spread naked beneath me, as you were last night..."

"Marcus..." Izzie sighed, "that is very wicked of you..."

"Wicked, true....but oh so arousing..."

He claimed her mouth again, and she was swamped with the scent and the taste of him - a heady mix of spicy cologne, brandy and pure male essence. Her arms slipped around his neck, a little moan of surrender in her throat. His tongue met hers, as he crushed her tighter against his broad chest. "Would you like to do something wicked...?" he asked her, moving along her cheek, to whisper in her ear. His tongue traced the edge of her earlobe, his teeth nipping lightly.

Izzie felt a wave of heat wash through her at his suggestion. "What do you mean?"

In reply, he took her hand and led her into the shadows, finding a little more seclusion along the pathway lined with statues of garden nymphs. Only the faintest sounds of the festivities could be heard, as the darkness surrounded them. "Here, this is better..." Marcus said softly, pressing her back against one of the statues. His mouth trailed along her bare shoulder, and to the edge of her neckline, sending shivers of delight along her spine.

Then before she realized his intention, he dropped down, and pushed her skirts up past her knees. Izzie gasped at the sudden rush of air against her legs, and then gasped again, as he picked her foot up and pressed his mouth against her ankle. His tongue stroked her, against the fine gossamer of her stockings, along the outline of her calf. Then he lifted his head, with a naughty smirk on his mouth, just visible in the soft dark. "Here...hold your skirts up..."

"But..." she protested weakly, taking the bunched silk in her hands, as he relinquished his hold on it.

"Higher...please, my dear..." he urged her, and she tentatively pulled it higher, past her knees, revealing the garters and tops of her stockings. She sucked in her breath, feeling scandalously naughty, as he grazed his fingertips along the edge of her stockings. "Excellent...now...if I kiss you here..." he murmured, placing his lips against her thigh, "and here..." kissing along the damp flesh further between her legs, " and right ...here..." moving to the spot that enticed him the most. His tongue flicked against her pussy lips, and she moaned softly, her fingers clenching around the silk in her hands.

"Oh..." Izzie struggled to speak, as his hands tightened around her legs, holding her steady, as his tongue washed over her. Her legs parted slightly, and her hips flexed towards him instinctively. He lifted one leg higher, over his shoulder, as his tongue plunged deeper into her. She lost herself to the pure erotic delight that soared through her - surely this was wicked, but it felt too good to tell him to stop.

Deeper and deeper he delved, his fingers adding to the pleasure he was intent on giving her. She was slick and hot, her clit throbbing with every beat of her heart, until she felt like she was going to explode. Unable to keep quiet, she bucked and moaned against him, close to the edge of her climax. One more long wet stroke of his tongue, and she was undone, crying out in the stillness of the gardens.

Marcus felt her body tighten, the wetness spilling against his mouth, as she cried out. Again, he stroked her, feeling the heat surround him, her scent filling his senses, as she came again. Holding her tightly as she spasmed and fell against him. He backed away slowly, looking up at her with a sensual grin.