"Hmm? Why are you looking at me like that, Marianne?" he asked mischievously and Marianne still couldn't seem to get over this dreamy vision and continued to just gape at him. Gladly, the man waited until she finally snapped out of it.
"Marianne, are you paying attention?" he asked as he placed her hand back on him.
Before Marianne could say anything, the man slowly moved her hand up and down his big little monster. He continued to guide her, wrapping his hand over hers so that her hand wrapped over his member and she complied. She watched as their hands moved up and down and concentration was etched on her face, as if she was amazed by the way it was behaving in her hands.
As his pace continued to increase, she looked back at him and she didn't know how to feel when she saw him close his eyes in pleasure and bite his lips sexily.
She started to feel funny, like there was a fire that started at the bottom of her belly that spread throughout her body. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling and as she thought about it, she figured out why. This was the feeling she got when Cassius had touched her body intimately. She didn't know that looking at him while he was being pleasured could make her react this way.
Marianne felt overwhelmed. She fell in a daze watching him. She never imagined that he could look like this. Was this how she looked when Cassius kissed and touched her last night? She felt her throat dry up like she was in a desert.
She kept looking at him. She couldn't avert her eyes away from his face, from his expressions. Why? Was it really okay to watch him like this? And why does it… why does it… why does it feel this good? Should she not be further angry with him? He had treated her so badly, and just in a few days could she forgive him? She closed her eyes as the contemplation grew!
But one thing she had realised in the last two days was she still loved him from her heart and she still was the same girl that she was in the academy ages ago. She still cared for him from the bottom of her heart. But was she ready to repeat her mistakes of past life?
'No, this Cassius is different from the past.. He trusts her and treats me well. Or am i trying to find the excuses for my feelings'
"Marianne, are you okay, or is your hand feeling sore?" he asked though he did not stop rubbing her hand that was almost moving by itself now.
When she shook her head, he nodded, "then concentrate, and increase your pace now." he said as his breathing turned faster.
In spite, of the cold around, their hot breathes were mingling in the air. they both were panting and her breaths were touching his face making his arousal further strong.
He could see, her once perfect done hairs were getting soaked in sweat and her tendrils were sticking to her face. One of it peeking and entering in her bosoms, and moving further in her gown.
Suddenly he felt jealous of her hair that was touching her anyway they desired. His eyes burned with desire as he felt her soft hands gaining further pace. His breathes turned hard and he moved his free hand on her face, cupping her cheeks and the moving further in. He touched the upper part of her breasts and her eyes widened she held her gown tightly when he entered a finger in and took out the stand of hair.
He raised a brow and then smirked as he looked at her reaction and she moved her eyes away. She used further pressure in her hands moving it rougher and faster which got a grunt from him. He groaned as he felt the tension building up.
Their pace increased even more and a few more moments later, Cassius exploded in pleasure. His eyes closed as the sensations hit him and his body shuddered. She could feel the spasms of his body as she was still on his laps.
His heartbeat fastened and he took a few short breathes. It was looking like he had run a marathon to reach there. Soon she felt wetness under her legs. A wet patch was visibly seen on his pants and she could not gasp but gasp at the fact of knowing what it was!
She watched him gasp for air after that and felt the little, no, big monster turn soft and she was surprised. She still was looking at him or a part of him with wonder.
Cassius opened his eyes and saw Marianne's gaze on him. A smile curved on his gorgeous face and he even licked his lips sexily - though he probably didn't know it would look so damned sexy. He meant to tell her that she did a good job just now but Marianne spoke first.
"I-it's little!" she exclaimed with a slight hint of wonder and Cassius gaped at her for a moment before he chuckled.
"A tip for you, Marianne. You should never use the word 'little' to describe my appendage. You might give me a complex," Cassius said, with some amusement.
She just pursued her lips in response. He slowly held her by the waist and put her on the side of the seat gently.
"I hope your hand is fine." he asked as he used a rough piece of cloth to rub his pants a bit.
She nodded as she looked at her hands and then at his actions. She even forgot for a minute that she was staring at that part for long when Cassius moved and rubbed her hand too, though it was already clean.
"Stop staring Marianne, you will make me conscious" he chided and only that did she look away.
"Come let's go in now."