“Oh? Let me show you how it’s done then,” I grin, pushing her back down onto the floor as my finger spread her wide, my tongue pressing hard against her aching button.
“Oh, god… Marius…. fuck.”
I pull off and circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, one, two, three times as she squirms, threatening to crush my head with her thighs.
“MARIUS!”
“Hmmm?”
“Just… ahhhh,” she groans, as I drive a finger inside her, twisting it against her tightness.
“Did you want something?”
“Just… fuck.”
“Just fuck… what?”
“Fuck… you bastard!” she yells and grabs a handful of my shirt.
I take that as my cue, and pull myself up onto my knees, dragging her hips towards me, and in one movement, sink myself deep inside her.
“Shitshitshitshitshit!”
“Wow, so ladylike,” I pant as I pull back and drive myself into her again.
“Shut up and just…”
“Just what? You’re going to have to finish your sentences if you want me to know what you want!”
She opens her eyes and glares at me. I grin at her and reach between us, grazing my thumb over her clit. Her eyes slam shut as she arches her back, and I feel her squeeze me so hard, I think I might lose all control right in that moment.
There’s silence for a moment except for the sound of us panting as our bodies grind against each other. I’m so close, but I want her to let go first.
I find her aching bud between my fingers and pinch gently, and her whole body tenses.
“Oh Fuck! FUckfuckfuck! I’m going to come,” she yells, and a sense of release washes over me. I pull her hard against my body, thrusting deep inside her as I feel her muscles squeeze and release, over and over.
“Oh god, Marius…. fuck me…”
Her voice, thick with lust pushes me over the edge, and I force myself to look into her eyes as I reach my climax. My body jerking against her as I release myself inside her.
“Oh… Anca… baby…” I mumble, as my body collapses and I lay back on the floor, pulling her on top of me.
“Hmmmmdatwasgud…” she mumbles, her face buried against my damp chest.
I can barely hold back a chuckle. Her passion is so overwhelming, but I love her endearing sweetness just as much. My heart purrs a happy tune and I wrap my arms around her as our breaths slow and our heartbeats return to normal.
“SHIT!!”
A voice jerks us awake, and I spring up, only to see Dennis slam the door shut with him on the other side.
“Aw, fuck.” I say, watching his silhouette against the window rush away.
Anca, on the other hand, giggles.
“What? You think that’s funny?”
“You trying to tell me you’ve never been caught with one of your groupies before?”
“I… wait, what? That’s irrelevant. What if it had been Jez?”
She just shrugs and pulls me down on top of her, her lips against my jaw. “What if?”
“I knew it… you are a witch,” I say, tickling her sides.
The sound of her giggles stays with me the whole way through the concert and into my dreams.
Anca
A week after the concert in Nice, we’re in Normandy for an outdoor concert at their Spring festival and the night finishes up with fireworks lighting up the coastal sky. Reds and greens and pure, bright whites, reflected in our upturned faces to the chorus of oohs and ahhs, voices already husky from the screams and yells of a fun night out.
The band then disperses into the night as we each span the city looking for our own fun.
Mine, of course, lies in the circle of Marius’s arms. We walk in silence along the beach, reveling in the strange juxtaposed sounds of the water lapping against the shore and the laughter from the crowds trawling the streets after our concert on the esplanade.
“Hey.” He stops out of nowhere and pulls me to face him.
“Hey, right back,” I reply, looking up into his soft, earnest eyes.
He looks tired but content. Mirroring me, I suppose. It’s been a long few days, draining both physically and emotionally.
“How you feeling?” He asks me, like he does all the time. I know it’s not a throwaway question though. He’s taking his time to care about me, learn about me.
“Good. I mean, I’m glad about Jez. What it means long term, I’m not really sure. But it seems like he might be ready to give us a chance.”
He nods and starts to walk back up the beach.
“How are YOU feeling?” I shoot the question back at him. It’s become clear to me that he’s not as comfortable answering questions as he is asking them. And that my best bet is to just keep asking, and by sheer law of numbers, he will reply to one now and again.
“If I tell you, I-…”
“Will have to kill me?”
He smiles, and I rise up on my tip toes and lay a kiss on his cheek.
“No, I might have to kill myself… but no, not you. Never.”
“Hmmm, now you have to tell.”
We walk in silence for a few minutes until we reach a bench on the side of the road under a lamp. He sits down and pulls me into his lap, nuzzling his face against my neck.
“How did you feel during the concert today?”
“Good, I mean, I still don’t think I can do it without the meditation and breathing exercises. But… it’s getting better. I, um, I’m starting to believe the good now, and not just the bad. But, well, that stuff doesn’t just go away.”
He nods slowly, taking in every word.
“It IS true though, you know. The reaction from the crowd… and what I… we’ve been telling you for the last month. You’re incredible.”
“I know you believe it.”
“I want YOU to believe it”
“I will. Just give me time. You know the old adage about it being easier to believe the bad about yourself than the good.’
“I know. Trust me… I know.”
“So, um, what do you think is next in line for you, after all this?”
“I… honestly don’t know, Marius. I know I can’t keep playing with you guys forever…” I shrug.
“Well, you COULD.”
“No, firstly, I am just filling in for Cadence… and secondly, even that is just a guest job. The Rock Chamber Boys works as a unit of four, and it should stay that way.” He knows I’m right. “But, I hope you’ll still let me join in now and again.”
“Would you? If I-… we, asked?”