Honor felt him before she opened her eyes, his nakedness against hers, his fingers tracing meaningless whorls across her back. As if he were trying to capture the feeling of her skin under his fingertips and lock it in his memory before ...
The awful weight in her chest came back in all its hateful glory, making a mockery of all her efforts to banish it, to make what was to happen, what had to happen, less painful.
She felt a rush of heat to her face as her mind replayed the last day and night, twenty-four hours of pure carnal bliss and excess.
She remembered every nasty, prurient act in every minute detail, every time she had taken him into her mouth, every time she had shrieked as he tongued and licked another come out of her, every time he had entered her body.
He had been as frantic and hungry as she had been. He had ridden her inside and outside and everywhere in between, more than once finding themselves finishing somewhere very different from where they started.
She remembered starting to fuck him in the bathroom somehow leading to them rutting on the living room carpet, which somehow ended up with her screaming, bent over the kitchen island, fingering her clit as he emptied his load inside her spasming pussy.
Then, from the balcony, they had ended up climaxing on the floor of the master bedroom, mere inches from making it to the bed. She had left another wet patch on the carpet, one more of many.
There had barely been a moment when he was not touching, licking, kissing, or fucking her.
Including during her call to David, as she lay prone on the bed and he had lain on top of her, inside her, his hands gripping her breasts as he hungrily ran his tongue along her neck and shoulders, torturing her with his hardness as she strained and struggled to concentrate.
The truth of it was that the call was entirely unnecessary. It was for the sheer cruelty and wickedness of it that she had called her fiancee as another man was repeatedly sheathing himself inside her.
She had come from that, biting hard into a pillow as her orgasm hit, not hearing a word David was saying about his latest legal exploits in the Far East.
"Honor?" David queried after an inexplicable length of silence.
Marq had cruelly yanked her to her hands and knees, stroking harder into her, making her clutch and tear at the sheets, gritting her teeth to keep from giving voice to the shocks of pleasure he was giving her.
It took everything in her to answer her fiancee in something close to a normal voice. "Yes, David?"
"Is everything alright? Did you hear me?"
"Uh ... you went offline for a while ..." she let out a yip as Marq squeezed a swollen nipple, making her arch against him. He was getting rougher with her, telling her his own orgasm was coming as she grinded back against him.
How could David not be hearing the slapping of Marq's body against her, she wondered? How could he not hear the stress and shaking in her voice, the harshness of her breathing?
"I was saying I'm missing you, and I can't wait to see you."
Marq chose that moment to exit her pussy, and she had to choke off her squeal of protest, writhing, angered at his sudden disconnection from her.
He grasped her in the next moment, manhandling her onto her back, making her gasp as he spread her legs open. He growled as his head went between them, his tongue making sharp contact with her still spasming pussy.
"I miss you too," she lied, choking off a sob, bringing a pillow to her mouth to bite on as Marq shared a deep and hungry kiss with her vagina.
"Sorry, but I need to go, David!" she said, her voice going up several octaves. Marq's tongue had found her clit, flickering over it, before traveling down to her entrance.
"What was that?" David asked, sounding alarmed. "What just happened?"
"Nothing ..." she gasped. "I just ... I just sneezed ..." Marq's tongue dipped inside her and she whimpered before bringing the pillow to her teeth again.
His tongue was back on her clit, flickering over the hood, and it was clear it was going nowhere from there. And then he had started to suck on her.
"But ..." David began.
Honor cut the call.
And then she had screamed, grasping Marq's head with both hands, holding him to her slit, her hips flexing up against his marauding mouth.
She heard the phone ringing, but she ignored it, ignored everything except the man between her legs. One finger entered her, then a second, curling and stroking, lips locked on the swollen nub above her entrance, his tongue pressing hard as she exploded, liquid gushing out of her pussy.
She was lying on her side, curled up in the fetal position, still coming down from her come when he entered her again, her shriek of delight answering his own gasp of pleasure as he gripped her breasts, settling into her body. "Oh my @#&%! Yes!"
He was rough with her, each thrust into her pussy hard and accompanied by a kneading, a bite, a squeeze. She kept her eyes open, focusing on him as he rode her, only closing them as she kissed him back when he grasped her at her nape, lifting her head up so he could take her lips.
It was uncomfortable but she endured it, the pleasure he was giving her more than the making up for the temporary discomfort. Besides that, she loved kissing him.
She opened her eyes again when he let her go, looking at him again, being present, not wanting to miss a moment of him enjoying her body. Of being his odalisque. She grunted, moving with him, his grip on her tightening as she felt him stiffen, losing his rhythm as he reached his peak. They cried out together when he came, spurting his cum inside her, her walls fluttering around him as he sent her over the edge.
Her phone was ringing again when she came to, and she realized that she had flung it away, off the bed.
She listened to it ring again, making no effort to get to it.
In two weeks, she had gone from leaping across the room whenever she heard the ringtone she had set exclusively for the man she had planned to spend the rest of her life with, to feeling nothing as she allowed it to ring out.
She began to sob again when Marq gathered her in his arms, sniffling as she buried her face in his neck. She was sweetly tender in multiple places, but that was not why she cried as Marq held and caressed her.
The weight in her chest was back, and it was all she could do to breathe.
They had less than twenty-four hours before she would be getting on her flight back to the real world, and there was no time for talk, for anything beyond getting their fill of each other.
Even food. Room service delivered every meal but Honor could barely remember what the Grand Imperial's kitchens sent up. Mostly, she ate naked on his lap, needing him touching her, and, for the first time, not really paying attention to what passed her lips.
She had gotten to use the 'Holiday Sex Guide' after all, getting more than her money's worth. Marq had insisted that they try one position after another throughout the morning. Honor had gone along, spasming at each entry into her pussy, distantly amazed at his discipline and control when he would exit seconds later, aroused at his manhandling and the sheer prurient wickedness of it as he rudely repositioned her so they could try the next, making up for lost time.
It reminded her so much of their 'experimenting' on the swing on the island that she had felt tears welling up, but she had savagely suppressed it, focusing on the pleasure of being repeatedly filled, of being thoroughly enjoyed by a man like a child discovering a new toy.
She had started crying in the afternoon anyway, right around the time she realized that she had less than a full day before she would be leaving him behind to go home.
Time had become the enemy. Seeing a clock the day before, the seconds and minutes advancing, bringing her closer to leaving Bangkok, to leaving him, to leaving the fantasy world he had created for her - being his odalisque - had only added to the weight in her chest.
Each time he would hold her as she sobbed, saying nothing, kissing and caressing her, until his presence, his touch, would reignite her need and she would meld herself against him again, drawing his face to her own, her lips touching his as she would whisper her need for him. Then she would adopt the odalisque's pose, leaning back on her hands and spreading herself, embracing her role.
"Fuck me. Mr. Haydn."
He obliged her, always, unable to deny her anything. And afterwards, she would cry again.
She remembered; she had demanded another 'sit-still' toward the end of the night, smiling down at him as she carefully took him inside her. They were on the balcony, on the lounger, and she had cooed her delight as she settled herself on his member, her hands stroking his chest as he ran his hands over her body.
Before him, she had never realized just how significant, how profound a woman taking a man inside her was, how she comforted and relieved him, how she acknowledged his manhood and expressed her womanhood by allowing him to fill her.
It was the very definition of what an odalisque was, she thought, thinking of 'Khosros' and his favorite, the latter's pride and joy in simply sheathing and holding her Emperor.
And Honor Banet wanted to sheath, and hold, Marq Haydn for as long as she could.
She told him more stories of her time in culinary school in Bordeaux. He told her about his military training after his degree. She asked him more questions about astronomy and his travels around the world. She told him about the cookbook she had almost completed but was too nervous to have published.
Anything to prolong the delicious feeling of him connected with her, filling her, to help her 'sit-still' and simply 'hold' him. She didn't want to think, to have to come up with stories for him, so she just told him what was true.
It was dangerous to be so open with him, especially when she was leaving him in less than twelve hours, especially when he was looking at her like he was, especially with the weight in her chest at the inevitability of her departure.
But she was done with caution, exactly for that reason, deciding to just let go and just let herself feel. Even sensible, disciplined, fastidious Honor Banet had fallen silent at that.
She was also nearly done staying still. Marq was straining, and she was suffering too. The pauses, every so often for them to kiss, to hold him to her breasts so he could lick and suck them, so he could bury his face in her neck, did not help.
"Are you moving?" she asked, their foreheads touching. "Stop."
"No, I'm not."
A pause.
"Stay still, Mr. Haydn!"
"I am, Miss Banet," Marq growled, breathing harshly too. "You're moving," he accused her.
"I'm not!" Honor cried.
She was panting, all of her attention on where they were joined, feeling every inch of him inside her, her nether lips and walls surrounding him, the way he was pulsing as his grip tightened on her.
"Oh my @#&%!" she moaned one last time.
Then she gave up and began to flex her hips, bouncing on him and leaning down to seize his lips as he moved with her. She came quickly, uncaring of anyone hearing her, and then so did he, grasping her to him, writhing underneath her.
She woke up a long while later, aware of his diminished presence in her pussy, still inside her. He was already awake and stroking her back, and it felt contemplative. Tears welled up in her eyes again.
Somehow, he had picked her up after that and carried her from the balcony to her bedroom, the room she had spent her first night in, holding her in his arms as she shook with quiet sobs before falling asleep.
And now she was awake again, determined not to cry anymore despite the anvil in her chest.
"Good morning, Miss Banet," he said quietly.
She held up a hand, reaching blindly on the bedside table, until Marq dropped something in her hand with a chuckle. A 'Fresh Morning!' ball. She quickly popped it into her mouth and crushed it.
"Good morning, Mr. Haydn," she said, finally, lifting herself up to kiss him. It lasted much longer than she had initially intended, and ended much sooner than she ended up wanting.
"Yum ..." she breathed, smiling as his hands cupped her bum.
They kissed again, and she was breathing hard when they were done, again deeply regretting her 'no kissing' rule on their first night together, even if it had been fairly short-lived. His member was at full attention, distracting her with its promises as it poked into her flesh.
"I need to be inside you, Honor Banet," Marq said, voice rasping, his accent more pronounced. "Now."
She had imagined their last time to be after she had showered and cleaned up, not cum and sweat streaked from the day before. But he clearly didn't care, and neither did sensible, disciplined, fastidious Honor Banet.
She smiled and nodded, not trusting herself to speak, the thought of refusing him impossible. Not least because she needed him inside her just as much.
The sun was up high enough that she knew she should look at the clock to check the time. Her flight took off just before noon and she would need to be at the airport at least two hours before it did.
She considered the very real possibility that she might very well be past the time she could make it to the airport to make her flight.
But she didn't care.
She gazed up at him as he entered her, her knees going up to take him in deeper. They kissed for a long time, touching, caressing, exploring, as he remained unmoving inside her, simply savoring their joining, as if they were in another 'sit-still', albeit with him on top of her.
Then he began to move, riding her slowly as she undulated with him, making tiny gasping noises in his ear. He stopped to lavish his tongue over her lips, chin and neck, bending himself to take each hard pointing nipple into his mouth, his cock almost leaving her cunt, making her lift her pelvis to follow him.
She squealed as he pushed back inside her again, slamming into her hard at the last.
"I'm going to take my time with you, Honor," he warned.
"Take. Your. Time. Mr. Haydn," she answered, her resolve not to cry anymore shattered to pieces. "Take all the time you want."
She almost screamed when he stroked and kissed her tears away. He shouldn't be doing that, looking at her like that, making the weight in her chest so crushing ...
Then he began to move again and she focused on that instead, on the pleasure, the oneness with him.
True to his word, he took his time, making it clear he was savoring every moment, every touch, every kiss, every slow but hard stroke into her pussy, every grinding against her. She held on to him, pushing everything else from her mind as she gave herself to simply being present, to enjoying him, his presence inside her, his enjoyment of her.
Her orgasm arrived almost without warning, building up suddenly and exploding out of her with a gush of liquid as she shrieked, soaking the sheets underneath her.
He had exited her as she spasmed, kissing his way down her body, hurried but disciplined, excitedly heading to her core to feed on her, but still making sure to enjoy the journey there. She hissed and cried out wordlessly when he bit her nipples, then sucked soothingly on them. His lips and tongue made their way down her belly from the valley between her heaving breasts.
Honor spread herself, not thinking, obeying a woman's instinct as old as time, knees up, hands holding her thighs as far apart as they could go for him. He teased her at first, kissing and licking everywhere except where she needed him.
Until she had called out his name in pained frustration, and suddenly he was sharing a tongue-filled kiss with her nether lips. She had shrieked at that, her entire body spasming.
Again, he took his time, exploring her pussy with his tongue, kissing, licking and sucking on her slit, listening to her whimper and wail as he reduced her to a quivering wreck. Then he added his fingers, working her in tandem with his mouth until she had screeched out another gush of liquid, that he had hungrily lapped up as she held his head, teeth gritted.
She was sobbing when he began the journey up, stopping again at her breasts, torturing her with lips, tongue and teeth before reaching her lips. She tasted herself on his mouth as he slid inside her again, her body flexing to accept him. She cupped his face, licking and kissing him clean as he resumed his slow and hard stroking into her pussy. Then she had buried her face in his neck, arms locked around his neck, urging him to fuck her to his heart's content, feeling another orgasm building up.
But he stopped, gasping. Then he had exited her, making her cry out in protest until he grabbed and turned her onto her belly, shoving a pillow under her pelvis. He fell on top of her, grunting and grasping her breasts as he entered her prone body.
She went stiff, aroused by his unapologetic manhandling, taken over the edge as he bit into her neck, grunting as he resumed his stroking into her pussy, going deeper into her body, uncaring of her predicament as he fucked her through her come.
He went faster, gripping her harder as she collapsed under him, whimpering as she completely surrendered herself to his using her, her gasps and sharp intakes of breath ramping up as her movements ramped up to match his pistoning into her cunt. "Oh my @#&%! Yes! Come inside me! Please! Inside me!"
