The Internet is for King Pr0ns!
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vesper_verdeDisclaimer: Marcelo Jaoquim Alencar da Silva is of my creation. Stephanie is of Kris's and used with his permission.
Fandom: DW's Marvel: Nextgen
Pairing: Vesper/Stephanie Shaw
Length: 4,587
Rating: Uhm, R? NC-17? Something along those lines. There be porn down there. And Stephanie uses such language! *clutches pearls*
Notes: For Kris. Who gave his blessing to post this.
Marcelo sat in the dark confines of his office on a Friday evening. The only illumination was provided by a small lamp on the workbench he was sitting beside. His big desk was behind him as he hunched over his bench and idly fiddled with prototypes his employees had presented him earlier that day. He had planned on coming in tomorrow to do his assessments, but, as he ruefully noted to himself, his plans were not working out today. Though the dark-skinned Brazilian had to admit his plans might have gone better if he had actually told the other person who was apart of them.
With what little sleep he managed to get this week, simply asking Stephanie Shaw if she had any plans for Friday might have avoided the entire reason he was sitting in a dark office. Marcelo being tired and disappointed lead to him being more short-tempered than he should have been. Stephanie also had a bunch a stress on her. So both of them had ready fuses, which made the argument they had inevitable. He did not remember exactly what had been said, just that the words had been heated to searing. When she had disappeared into the second bedroom, he had stormed out the front door.
He could have gone out patrolling as Vesper. Except being angry made him do stupid things. If one did stupid things as a vigilante, that got one dead real quick. As Marcelo hadn't cleaned up Brazilian drugs from the streets, there was no time to be dead. Also, despite the argument, he didn't want Stephanie hurt because he went out an angry young man and ended up a dead one.
The sometimes vigilante played with a flexible cellphone. He heard the faint ding of the elevator but thought nothing of it. The cleaning crew had been working when he arrived back at the office. He told them to continue what they were doing. So the elevator probably meant they were going to another floor after finishing this one. He made the phone in his hand undulate to test how flexible it was and if he could break it this way. It was a nice distraction from his stomach growling. In his rush to get to the office, he neglected to stop and pick something up to eat. He tried to blame it on being angry he wasn't going out to dinner with Stephanie.
As his stomach growled again, Marcelo thought his excuse was one of the stupidest reasons to starve oneself. He would have to get up and order something. When he was done brooding in the almost-dark. Though he would have to go scavenge delivery menus out of his desk drawer.
There came the crinkling sound of a bag at his office door. Marcelo didn't even look over as he set the cellphone down and grabbed a different prototype. He waved his free hand at the door. "Good night, Matheus. I'll be fine."
"You're always better than fine," came the warm, feminine tones that definitely did not belong to the head of the cleaning crew.
Marcelo blinked and swiveled his chair around. He was sitting in the only small puddle of light in the room, which meant he was peering into the dark doorway. There was some soft lighting cast behind from around the elevators, but all it let him see was that someone was standing in the doorway.
The shape in the doorway stepped in and moved to the left. The lights snapped on shortly after. The sudden brightness made Marcelo wince and rub his eyes. When he dropped his hand away, Stephanie Shaw lowered her elbow down from hitting the switch. She had a plastic bag in each hand, both laden with styrofoam containers. The dark-haired Spanish beauty raised both bags uncertainly. "Peace offering?"
"I'll only accept it if there's food in there."
"Then I'm in luck. Hope you don't mind Italian. It was what I could find on my way here." Stephanie nudged the door shut with her heel and sauntered over to the couch and coffee table set up in his office. With the office lights on, he could also see she had a laptop bag with her.
"You could feed me the styrofoam containers, and I'd be mollified." Marcelo carefully set the prototype in his hand back on the workbench. He pushed himself to his feet and had a moment of steadying himself. He either got up too fast or was so hungry he was lightheaded. Once the room stopped tilting, he moved toward the coffee table, where Stephanie was setting out the food.
"I will not feed you styrofoam. It's tasteless, not good for you, and not on any menu as edible." She straightened up and made the motions for dusting off her hands when she had all the containers out and opened. Stephanie gave a slight sniff. "Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells. Viola! Dinner for two."
Marcelo stepped up beside her and looked at the spread. It looked more like dinner for four, but he knew most of the food was for Stephanie and her high-energy mutant metabolism. Everything looked like the best thing ever to grace a pot since he was starving. "Looks good, querida."
Before he could move to the couch to settle in to eat, Marcelo found Stephanie's arms wrapped around him. "We should probably talk about what happened at home. Dinner doesn't set well on angry stomachs."
"I'm not angry anymore," he admitted, "just thoroughly hungry." Also, he was a tiny bit resigned to being in the wrong at home. He was running on fumes and not thinking straight. He was slightly glad to be having a lucid moment from the tired fog. "I'm sorry about not talking about plans, then springing them on you, and... whatever I said back at the penthouse."
Stephanie quirked an eyebrow at him. Otherwise, her face was neutral and hard to read. "You don't remember what you said?"
He paused for a moment. "No. Not a clue. I don't even remember what you said. So, all's forgiven. Let's get to the food."
"In a minute." Stephanie held him in place. "I'm sorry, too. Even if you don't remember about what. You're just as important to me as all these 'grand plans' I've made for myself."
He squinted at her and tilted his head. "I said 'grand plans?' Next thing you know, I'll be steepling my fingers and figuring out how to take over New York."
"City or state?"
"Maybe just Manhattan. I should start my evil out small."
She laughed and squeezed him.
*****
Marcelo finished eating his impromptu dinner before Stephanie. He usually did as he ate less than she did. He sat back on the couch and let out a contented sigh. He gave his full stomach a pat as he tossed the empty container onto the coffee table.
"Mm. Save room for dessert," Stephanie said between bites. "The tiramisu looked fantastic. We also need to remember this place. This parmigana is excellent." She gestured in a small circle with her fork above the container in her hand.
As Stephanie went back to eating, he glanced her over. He had a faint smile as Stephanie's ability to pack away the food amused him slightly. He knew she thought it was a pain, but he could not stop his own bemusement at it. Though he occasionally thought it was a good thing he was rich when he sprang for the dinner bills. With the two of them, it was like paying for a party of four with refined culinary tastes. His glance swept over her and got caught just after the hem of her skirt. Stephanie always dressed well, but it was always her skin that caught Marcelo's attention. His gaze lingered on her lower thighs long enough that he got nudged by an elbow.
"Daydreaming or seeing something you like?" Stephanie raised an eyebrow at him even as she smirked a little.
He reached over and settled a hand on one of her thighs. Marcelo amazed himself by not cursing at the feel of pantyhose beneath his hand. "I'm already with you, querida, why do I need to dream?"
"Flatterer." Though her tone did not hide that she appreciated the sentiment. She finished up her eggplant parmigana and closed the to-go container.
He grinned and smoothly rose to his feet. He plucked the empty container from her hand and exchanged it for the smaller one with the tiramisu in it. He nudged the cluttered coffee table back with his calves until he had enough room. Then he knelt down in front of her. "Dessert as requested."
Her eyes narrowed uncertainly. She tilted her head at him. "Don't you want any?"
"I think I found my own," he answered as he slid his hands, palms down up her thighs. His fingertips slid under the hem of her skirt. The rest of his hands followed.
Stephanie shifted a bit on the couch. "Don't you think you'll need help getting that?"
Marcelo blinked at her with mock-innocence. "But I already helped you get yours."
She laughed and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. Though the quick kiss turned into a lingering one once Marcelo pulled his hands out from her skirt to cup her face. He pressed against her legs and leaned in so Stephanie would not have to keep leaning quite so forward. He turned the kiss from a light and playful brushing of the lips to one of hungry want. He felt one of her hands brush up his arm to his shoulder. He assumed from there her hand went to tangle her fingers in his hair, but he was too busy teasing her lips with his tongue to care. She tilted her head slightly as her lips parted. The movement made him move his hands from their hold, brushing down her body. His tongue slipped past her lips to tease hers.
They held on hungrily for a few long moments before Marcelo pulled back. When he opened his eyes, he saw Stephanie getting ready to toss her small box of dessert away. He reached over and gently grabbed her wrist.
"No throwing away your dessert."
"Marcelo." It came out as a growled admonishment.
He smirked and raised an eyebrow. Though he did let go of her wrist. He settled back on his knees to give her some room. "You eat yours, and I'll eat mine. Now, a little help to get mine?"
Stephanie leaned back and set her feet on either side of Marcelo's legs. She pushed up to raise her butt off the seat of the couch, giving her boyfriend easier access up her skirt. He used the opportunity to slide his hands up to her waist. The fabric of her skirt bunched up around his wrists and moved up with his motions. His fingertips curled down to grab at the fabric of her pantyhose and underwear. It took him a couple tries to get both hands a grip on the flat materials. Once he had his hold, Marcelo licked his lips and carefully pulled down the clothing in his way.
"Settle back down, querida," he said as he got the bits of clothing down to her knees. Her skirt was still bunched up, but that was just as well to his mind. Bunched around her waist would keep it out of his way. Once Stephanie settled back down on the couch, he let go of the fabric and leaned over to reach farther down. He removed her shoes and gently set them aside. It had only taken him getting in trouble for tossing some expensive Manolo Chu or whatever off a balcony once for him to learn that lesson. With the one part that could get clumsy when removing Steph's underwear out of the way, Marcelo pulled them off.
Stephanie calmly opened the container with the tiramisu as she moved her legs to step out of her clothing. Once Marcelo got them out of the way, she set her feet back down on either side of him. She speared the tiramisu with her fork as she felt his hands rub gently up her thighs. She shivered a bit under his touch.
He smiled as he slid his hands to the inside of her thighs and gently pulled to get her to spread her legs a bit more. "My tongue's not that long nor my head that small."
The unmistakable glint of hunger intensified in Stephanie's eyes, and it had nothing to do with the bite of tiramisu she put in her mouth. She spread her legs open farther.
He leaned in and guided her legs around him until the backs of her thighs were resting on his shoulders. He traced his tongue in a line along her thigh and softly kissed the wet line off of her sensitive skin. He repeated the process on the other leg. As his mouth roamed over her skin, the palms of his hands skimmed back and forth along the tops of her thighs. He felt Stephanie wiggle slightly to settle in to enjoy what he was doing.
Marcelo let his hands roam and get under her clothes as he worked his mouth toward where her legs met. She made some appreciative noises, but he thought that was more for the tiramisu than what he was doing. Particularly since his tongue was tracing around the outer lips rather than exploring inside. He heard a soft huff and felt her legs slide to the edge of his shoulders.
He looked up at her, grinning as he leaned in. Though the grin disappeared as he traced his tongue around her pussy. He had worked one of his hands under her blouse and bra to fondle one of her breasts. He kept up with the gentle squeezing and kneading as his other hand slipped down her body. As he licked up toward her clit, his fingertips glided down over her moist folds. Marcelo teased her with his fingertips as he wrapped his lips around her clit and gave it a suck.
Stephanie groaned a little around her tiramisu. She tried to tilt her hips up a little more.
He alternated sucking on her clit and flicking his tongue across or around it. As Stephanie got increasingly more vocal, he slipped a finger inside her pussy. It glided in easily so he pulled it out to slip two fingers in. He gently nibbled on her clit as his fingers penetrated her as deeply as they could. Marcelo bent the tips of his fingers upward inside her so they would press against her g-spot. His fingers rubbed back and forth as he sucked more firmly on her clit.
Stephanie's hips started rolling with the motions of his fingers as they thrust back and forth. She made a low, animalistic whine in the back of her throat at what her boyfriend was doing to her body. The half-eaten tiramisu was discarded somewhere. She wasn't sure and didn't care. She reached down to cup the back of his head. Whatever he thought he was doing, he was certainly not leaving that spot.
The first time Stephanie orgasmed, Marcelo easily rode the wave of her body with it. He kept his fingers in place and his mouth around her clit. When she settled back down on the couch, he let her have a few moments of rest. Then he went right back to thrusting his fingers inside her as he sucked on her clit. Though this time he hummed a bit this as he worked his mouth on her clit.
"Ohhhh, ffffuck! Marceloooooo!" Stephanie writhed underneath him. Her heels bumped against his back and then rubbed up toward his shoulders as her legs raised and shook.
When Marcelo let her come back down after wave after wave, Stephanie was panting for breath. She looked at him with half-lidded eyes as he pulled back and out. Though he couldn't get to far as his shoulders were still captured by her legs. He wiped his fingers on his pant leg. Dried fingers made it easier to unbutton his shirt.
Stephanie's legs slipped off his shoulders when she noticed what he was doing. She sat up more fully on the couch and leaned over to help unbutton his shirt. She undid the buttons working from the top down while Marcelo unbuttoned from the opposite direction. When their hands met in the middle, she slipped her hands inside the shirt to run her fingers over his chest. He undid the buttoned cuffs and pulled the shirt off as Stephanie explored.
"Stand up," Stephanie said as she dragged her eyes from his chest to his face.
He used his shirt to wipe off his chin before tossing it over his shoulder. He grinned at Steph, knowing what she was angling for. "Not sure I need help with that."
"Stand up," she repeated more firmly.
"Only if you lose the blouse." Not that he did not want what she was offering, but it was always more fun to tease out the time getting to it.
"Really, mi amor," she sighed a little theatrically as she pulled her hands away from his body. She quickly and efficiently removed her blouse and her bra. Both bits of clothing were tossed over the arm of the couch. "I get the impression you have a fascination with my breasts."
Since she was so obliging, he smoothly rose to his feet. He had grabbed one of her shoes on the way up. He tossed it at the light switch to turn off the overhead lights. They still had dim illumination from the lamp on the workbench. "Well, I do find them perfect. Also, they're attached to you. That makes them doubly good. Maybe quadruply if one takes into account you do have two of them."
"That's a lot of numbers for a man who wants just one thing," she commented as she reached for the front of his pants. She rubbed the prominent bulge there before unfastening his belt and the button beneath it. She slowly worked his zipper down as she kept her eyes locked on his.
"If that one thing is you, then you're right." The eye contact made him more excited. He shivered when she finally had the zipper all the way down. He groaned as she slipped her hand inside. She pushed his clothing out of the way before giving his erection a long, languid stroke.
"You already have that," she whispered as she licked her lips.
He knew where this was headed. Stephanie was going to return the favor. As much as he enjoyed the way her mouth and tongue lavished attention on him, he knew he was only human. And human males had refractory periods that hungry women like Stephanie had to live with. Marcelo let out a slow breath as Steph scooted farther up on the couch.
"Steph. Uhn." He closed his eyes. He couldn't believe he was about to turn this down, but what he had in mind was better. His turn at a peace offering. "Just-Just take off your skirt and lay down on the couch to start."
"You sure?" She raised an eyebrow before leaning forward. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip. "This would only be fair."
He sucked in a breath as he started to feel his resolve crumble. "Mmf. Don't want fair. Want all of you."
She gently grabbed his erection and gave him a couple strokes as she looked to be contemplating his offer. "You can have all of me. Whenever you want."
Marcelo reached down and put his hands on her shoulders. "Now. I want now."
Before he could use his hands to gently push her down, Stephanie rose up from the couch. Once she was on her feet, her mouth found his. The kiss distracted him from the loss of her hand around him. Marcelo was so intent on their lips he barely registered Stephanie's hands pushing his remaining clothing past his hips.
He slipped his hands down from her shoulders to pull her closer to him. She pressed against him, trapping his erection between their bodies. Marcelo groaned against her mouth.
Eventually, Stephanie broke off the impassioned kiss. She traced a finger along his cheek. "You don't have to," she whispered.
"Yes, I do," he countered softly. "I can't make love to you if I'm already spent."
She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and a slight smirk. "Then, Señor Alencar da Silva. I'm yours. Do to me what you will."
He grinned as he gave her a nudge to lay on the couch. Though he never let her get more than arm's length away. He moved with her and let his hands roam all over her soft skin. His touches helped her settle down into position. He wasn't sure if this couch could take what they tended to do, but he could replace it.
Once Stephanie was down on the couch, he carefully settled in between her legs on his knees. He reached back and cupped his hands around her ankles. Then he slowly caressed his way up her legs, occasionally pausing to flutter his fingertips against sensitive spots. When his hands got to her waist, he started to shift his hips forward. His fingers pressed harder against the curve from her hips to her waist.
As he leaned in and the need to balance himself with his arms, Marcelo replaced the touch of his fingers with his lips. He left a line of kisses from just above her belly button across the flat plane of her skin until his mouth reached the valley of her breasts. Rather than continue forward, he gave each breast soft nips and tender licks. He could not see Stephanie's reaction beyond the curtain of his long dreads, but he felt her forearms rest on his shoulders. He could hear her breathing quickening as the tip of his erection brush her moist outer lips.
"Marcelo," she growled softly. He lifted his head from her breasts to look up at her. She was biting her lower lip, either in anticipation or frustration. He liked to think the former.
"Yes, querida." It wasn't a taunting question, only an acknowledgement of what she wanted. He pushed himself forward, his cock slipping easily inside of her. He pressed his hips as far forward as the position allowed. The shift in position putting his face above hers.
Her arms shifted on his shoulders to loosely hold him as he leaned down to kiss her. As their lips met he started rocking his hips against her, getting a rhythm started and relishing the feel of her around him. His movements were slow and easy until they eventually broke their kiss to pant each other's names and moan softly as his motions hit a spot that was rewarding for both of them.
"Oh, fuck, Marcelo," she gasped as her fingernails scraped for purchase on his back.
He grinned at her and rolled his shoulders at the scraping. He did a few more thrusts right into that spot. His actions were rewarded with a couple pleased whines from the back of her throat as Stephanie arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist. Marcelo glanced down at her legs and nodded to himself.
"Hold on, querida. Don't let me fall out."
"Mmf. Wait. What?" Stephanie looked at him slightly wide-eyed as he ducked out of her arms. She grabbed the sides of the couch cushion she was laying to keep herself on the couch. Her legs squeezed him as his position shifting made his erection stir inside her.
Marcelo grunted softly at the squeezing as he reached down with one hand and then the other to shift how her legs held onto him. He grabbed above her hips to hold her against him as he settled back on his knees. Stephanie's legs wrapped over his thighs as his hold on her waist brought her hips off the couch. Her shoulders dug into the couch as she wiggled her hips against him.
The change in position must have been good for her as she moaned loudly between panted breaths. Marcelo held onto her hips to help her with leverage as she rocked against him. When he started pressing into her movements, Stephanie's motions and breathing got more frantic. Marcelo kept it up until she gave a strangled cry and wrapped her legs tighter against his body. He helped her ride her orgasm out with a couple slow thrusts.
When Stephanie sagged back onto the couch, Marcelo went down with her. He leaned over her and kissed her as his hips worked against her. Though her mouth was otherwise occupied, she managed a whine in the back of her throat as his thrusts were working up another orgasm in her. She held onto his arms this time, her fingers having a vice-like grip as she came again.
They kept at it: Stephanie peaking and Marcelo working his body against hers to feel her go rigid and moan. Each time she came, everything she said got dirtier and they both went after each other harder.
By the time he was close to the end, Stephanie was astride him and the couch was threatening to not take much more. Marcelo wasn't of a mind to care. He grabbed her hips and thrust up frantically. She grabbed his wrists as she road just as close to the edge as him.
"Come inside me, Marcelo. All the way. Fill me up. Oh, fuck." Her eyes rolled back as their bodies crashed together one last time. She felt an explosion of warmth inside her as he came. His hips jerked up into as he groaned. She screamed as she hit her final peak.
Stephanie was a sweaty, shuddering mess when she collapsed down on Marcelo. He tried to catch his breath as he wrapped his arms around her. He grinned as he felt her softly kiss his collarbone.
"I don't know if I can walk," she breathed against his skin. "My legs feel like jelly."
"Why would you need to walk, querida? We're-" The couch finally gave up and collapsed under them. "-gonna have to go couch shopping tomorrow," he said with a laugh. "But that's a concern for later. I'm not moving."
Stephanie put a hand on his chest and used it to help her sit up. She looked at him as levelly as she could manage. Which was tilted more toward the satisfied glow level than reprimanding. "Marcelo, we're going to need to go home and shower. No couch shopping smelling like glorious sex."
"Who needs to go home to shower? My private bathroom here has a shower." His smile was a tiny bit smug. It was dim enough in the room that he didn't know if Stephanie could see it. The shower was a perk of being the head of Veridian Dynamic's American Operations. Though his smug smile turned a little sleepy.
Stephanie glanced in the direction his private bathroom before looking down at him. She leaned down and kissed him softly. "Then we can probably christen every part of your office."
"Let's just not break anymore of my furniture," he said with a yawn. "I don't want to have to explain to my secretary why I need to replace everything."
Stephanie caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers. "We'll only break the ones I don't like."
"Querida." His warning lost some of its luster as he yawned again.
She laughed softly. "Sleep, mi amor. I'll still be here when you wake."
Fandom: DW's Marvel: Nextgen
Pairing: Vesper/Stephanie Shaw
Length: 4,587
Rating: Uhm, R? NC-17? Something along those lines. There be porn down there. And Stephanie uses such language! *clutches pearls*
Notes: For Kris. Who gave his blessing to post this.
Marcelo sat in the dark confines of his office on a Friday evening. The only illumination was provided by a small lamp on the workbench he was sitting beside. His big desk was behind him as he hunched over his bench and idly fiddled with prototypes his employees had presented him earlier that day. He had planned on coming in tomorrow to do his assessments, but, as he ruefully noted to himself, his plans were not working out today. Though the dark-skinned Brazilian had to admit his plans might have gone better if he had actually told the other person who was apart of them.
With what little sleep he managed to get this week, simply asking Stephanie Shaw if she had any plans for Friday might have avoided the entire reason he was sitting in a dark office. Marcelo being tired and disappointed lead to him being more short-tempered than he should have been. Stephanie also had a bunch a stress on her. So both of them had ready fuses, which made the argument they had inevitable. He did not remember exactly what had been said, just that the words had been heated to searing. When she had disappeared into the second bedroom, he had stormed out the front door.
He could have gone out patrolling as Vesper. Except being angry made him do stupid things. If one did stupid things as a vigilante, that got one dead real quick. As Marcelo hadn't cleaned up Brazilian drugs from the streets, there was no time to be dead. Also, despite the argument, he didn't want Stephanie hurt because he went out an angry young man and ended up a dead one.
The sometimes vigilante played with a flexible cellphone. He heard the faint ding of the elevator but thought nothing of it. The cleaning crew had been working when he arrived back at the office. He told them to continue what they were doing. So the elevator probably meant they were going to another floor after finishing this one. He made the phone in his hand undulate to test how flexible it was and if he could break it this way. It was a nice distraction from his stomach growling. In his rush to get to the office, he neglected to stop and pick something up to eat. He tried to blame it on being angry he wasn't going out to dinner with Stephanie.
As his stomach growled again, Marcelo thought his excuse was one of the stupidest reasons to starve oneself. He would have to get up and order something. When he was done brooding in the almost-dark. Though he would have to go scavenge delivery menus out of his desk drawer.
There came the crinkling sound of a bag at his office door. Marcelo didn't even look over as he set the cellphone down and grabbed a different prototype. He waved his free hand at the door. "Good night, Matheus. I'll be fine."
"You're always better than fine," came the warm, feminine tones that definitely did not belong to the head of the cleaning crew.
Marcelo blinked and swiveled his chair around. He was sitting in the only small puddle of light in the room, which meant he was peering into the dark doorway. There was some soft lighting cast behind from around the elevators, but all it let him see was that someone was standing in the doorway.
The shape in the doorway stepped in and moved to the left. The lights snapped on shortly after. The sudden brightness made Marcelo wince and rub his eyes. When he dropped his hand away, Stephanie Shaw lowered her elbow down from hitting the switch. She had a plastic bag in each hand, both laden with styrofoam containers. The dark-haired Spanish beauty raised both bags uncertainly. "Peace offering?"
"I'll only accept it if there's food in there."
"Then I'm in luck. Hope you don't mind Italian. It was what I could find on my way here." Stephanie nudged the door shut with her heel and sauntered over to the couch and coffee table set up in his office. With the office lights on, he could also see she had a laptop bag with her.
"You could feed me the styrofoam containers, and I'd be mollified." Marcelo carefully set the prototype in his hand back on the workbench. He pushed himself to his feet and had a moment of steadying himself. He either got up too fast or was so hungry he was lightheaded. Once the room stopped tilting, he moved toward the coffee table, where Stephanie was setting out the food.
"I will not feed you styrofoam. It's tasteless, not good for you, and not on any menu as edible." She straightened up and made the motions for dusting off her hands when she had all the containers out and opened. Stephanie gave a slight sniff. "Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells. Viola! Dinner for two."
Marcelo stepped up beside her and looked at the spread. It looked more like dinner for four, but he knew most of the food was for Stephanie and her high-energy mutant metabolism. Everything looked like the best thing ever to grace a pot since he was starving. "Looks good, querida."
Before he could move to the couch to settle in to eat, Marcelo found Stephanie's arms wrapped around him. "We should probably talk about what happened at home. Dinner doesn't set well on angry stomachs."
"I'm not angry anymore," he admitted, "just thoroughly hungry." Also, he was a tiny bit resigned to being in the wrong at home. He was running on fumes and not thinking straight. He was slightly glad to be having a lucid moment from the tired fog. "I'm sorry about not talking about plans, then springing them on you, and... whatever I said back at the penthouse."
Stephanie quirked an eyebrow at him. Otherwise, her face was neutral and hard to read. "You don't remember what you said?"
He paused for a moment. "No. Not a clue. I don't even remember what you said. So, all's forgiven. Let's get to the food."
"In a minute." Stephanie held him in place. "I'm sorry, too. Even if you don't remember about what. You're just as important to me as all these 'grand plans' I've made for myself."
He squinted at her and tilted his head. "I said 'grand plans?' Next thing you know, I'll be steepling my fingers and figuring out how to take over New York."
"City or state?"
"Maybe just Manhattan. I should start my evil out small."
She laughed and squeezed him.
*****
Marcelo finished eating his impromptu dinner before Stephanie. He usually did as he ate less than she did. He sat back on the couch and let out a contented sigh. He gave his full stomach a pat as he tossed the empty container onto the coffee table.
"Mm. Save room for dessert," Stephanie said between bites. "The tiramisu looked fantastic. We also need to remember this place. This parmigana is excellent." She gestured in a small circle with her fork above the container in her hand.
As Stephanie went back to eating, he glanced her over. He had a faint smile as Stephanie's ability to pack away the food amused him slightly. He knew she thought it was a pain, but he could not stop his own bemusement at it. Though he occasionally thought it was a good thing he was rich when he sprang for the dinner bills. With the two of them, it was like paying for a party of four with refined culinary tastes. His glance swept over her and got caught just after the hem of her skirt. Stephanie always dressed well, but it was always her skin that caught Marcelo's attention. His gaze lingered on her lower thighs long enough that he got nudged by an elbow.
"Daydreaming or seeing something you like?" Stephanie raised an eyebrow at him even as she smirked a little.
He reached over and settled a hand on one of her thighs. Marcelo amazed himself by not cursing at the feel of pantyhose beneath his hand. "I'm already with you, querida, why do I need to dream?"
"Flatterer." Though her tone did not hide that she appreciated the sentiment. She finished up her eggplant parmigana and closed the to-go container.
He grinned and smoothly rose to his feet. He plucked the empty container from her hand and exchanged it for the smaller one with the tiramisu in it. He nudged the cluttered coffee table back with his calves until he had enough room. Then he knelt down in front of her. "Dessert as requested."
Her eyes narrowed uncertainly. She tilted her head at him. "Don't you want any?"
"I think I found my own," he answered as he slid his hands, palms down up her thighs. His fingertips slid under the hem of her skirt. The rest of his hands followed.
Stephanie shifted a bit on the couch. "Don't you think you'll need help getting that?"
Marcelo blinked at her with mock-innocence. "But I already helped you get yours."
She laughed and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. Though the quick kiss turned into a lingering one once Marcelo pulled his hands out from her skirt to cup her face. He pressed against her legs and leaned in so Stephanie would not have to keep leaning quite so forward. He turned the kiss from a light and playful brushing of the lips to one of hungry want. He felt one of her hands brush up his arm to his shoulder. He assumed from there her hand went to tangle her fingers in his hair, but he was too busy teasing her lips with his tongue to care. She tilted her head slightly as her lips parted. The movement made him move his hands from their hold, brushing down her body. His tongue slipped past her lips to tease hers.
They held on hungrily for a few long moments before Marcelo pulled back. When he opened his eyes, he saw Stephanie getting ready to toss her small box of dessert away. He reached over and gently grabbed her wrist.
"No throwing away your dessert."
"Marcelo." It came out as a growled admonishment.
He smirked and raised an eyebrow. Though he did let go of her wrist. He settled back on his knees to give her some room. "You eat yours, and I'll eat mine. Now, a little help to get mine?"
Stephanie leaned back and set her feet on either side of Marcelo's legs. She pushed up to raise her butt off the seat of the couch, giving her boyfriend easier access up her skirt. He used the opportunity to slide his hands up to her waist. The fabric of her skirt bunched up around his wrists and moved up with his motions. His fingertips curled down to grab at the fabric of her pantyhose and underwear. It took him a couple tries to get both hands a grip on the flat materials. Once he had his hold, Marcelo licked his lips and carefully pulled down the clothing in his way.
"Settle back down, querida," he said as he got the bits of clothing down to her knees. Her skirt was still bunched up, but that was just as well to his mind. Bunched around her waist would keep it out of his way. Once Stephanie settled back down on the couch, he let go of the fabric and leaned over to reach farther down. He removed her shoes and gently set them aside. It had only taken him getting in trouble for tossing some expensive Manolo Chu or whatever off a balcony once for him to learn that lesson. With the one part that could get clumsy when removing Steph's underwear out of the way, Marcelo pulled them off.
Stephanie calmly opened the container with the tiramisu as she moved her legs to step out of her clothing. Once Marcelo got them out of the way, she set her feet back down on either side of him. She speared the tiramisu with her fork as she felt his hands rub gently up her thighs. She shivered a bit under his touch.
He smiled as he slid his hands to the inside of her thighs and gently pulled to get her to spread her legs a bit more. "My tongue's not that long nor my head that small."
The unmistakable glint of hunger intensified in Stephanie's eyes, and it had nothing to do with the bite of tiramisu she put in her mouth. She spread her legs open farther.
He leaned in and guided her legs around him until the backs of her thighs were resting on his shoulders. He traced his tongue in a line along her thigh and softly kissed the wet line off of her sensitive skin. He repeated the process on the other leg. As his mouth roamed over her skin, the palms of his hands skimmed back and forth along the tops of her thighs. He felt Stephanie wiggle slightly to settle in to enjoy what he was doing.
Marcelo let his hands roam and get under her clothes as he worked his mouth toward where her legs met. She made some appreciative noises, but he thought that was more for the tiramisu than what he was doing. Particularly since his tongue was tracing around the outer lips rather than exploring inside. He heard a soft huff and felt her legs slide to the edge of his shoulders.
He looked up at her, grinning as he leaned in. Though the grin disappeared as he traced his tongue around her pussy. He had worked one of his hands under her blouse and bra to fondle one of her breasts. He kept up with the gentle squeezing and kneading as his other hand slipped down her body. As he licked up toward her clit, his fingertips glided down over her moist folds. Marcelo teased her with his fingertips as he wrapped his lips around her clit and gave it a suck.
Stephanie groaned a little around her tiramisu. She tried to tilt her hips up a little more.
He alternated sucking on her clit and flicking his tongue across or around it. As Stephanie got increasingly more vocal, he slipped a finger inside her pussy. It glided in easily so he pulled it out to slip two fingers in. He gently nibbled on her clit as his fingers penetrated her as deeply as they could. Marcelo bent the tips of his fingers upward inside her so they would press against her g-spot. His fingers rubbed back and forth as he sucked more firmly on her clit.
Stephanie's hips started rolling with the motions of his fingers as they thrust back and forth. She made a low, animalistic whine in the back of her throat at what her boyfriend was doing to her body. The half-eaten tiramisu was discarded somewhere. She wasn't sure and didn't care. She reached down to cup the back of his head. Whatever he thought he was doing, he was certainly not leaving that spot.
The first time Stephanie orgasmed, Marcelo easily rode the wave of her body with it. He kept his fingers in place and his mouth around her clit. When she settled back down on the couch, he let her have a few moments of rest. Then he went right back to thrusting his fingers inside her as he sucked on her clit. Though this time he hummed a bit this as he worked his mouth on her clit.
"Ohhhh, ffffuck! Marceloooooo!" Stephanie writhed underneath him. Her heels bumped against his back and then rubbed up toward his shoulders as her legs raised and shook.
When Marcelo let her come back down after wave after wave, Stephanie was panting for breath. She looked at him with half-lidded eyes as he pulled back and out. Though he couldn't get to far as his shoulders were still captured by her legs. He wiped his fingers on his pant leg. Dried fingers made it easier to unbutton his shirt.
Stephanie's legs slipped off his shoulders when she noticed what he was doing. She sat up more fully on the couch and leaned over to help unbutton his shirt. She undid the buttons working from the top down while Marcelo unbuttoned from the opposite direction. When their hands met in the middle, she slipped her hands inside the shirt to run her fingers over his chest. He undid the buttoned cuffs and pulled the shirt off as Stephanie explored.
"Stand up," Stephanie said as she dragged her eyes from his chest to his face.
He used his shirt to wipe off his chin before tossing it over his shoulder. He grinned at Steph, knowing what she was angling for. "Not sure I need help with that."
"Stand up," she repeated more firmly.
"Only if you lose the blouse." Not that he did not want what she was offering, but it was always more fun to tease out the time getting to it.
"Really, mi amor," she sighed a little theatrically as she pulled her hands away from his body. She quickly and efficiently removed her blouse and her bra. Both bits of clothing were tossed over the arm of the couch. "I get the impression you have a fascination with my breasts."
Since she was so obliging, he smoothly rose to his feet. He had grabbed one of her shoes on the way up. He tossed it at the light switch to turn off the overhead lights. They still had dim illumination from the lamp on the workbench. "Well, I do find them perfect. Also, they're attached to you. That makes them doubly good. Maybe quadruply if one takes into account you do have two of them."
"That's a lot of numbers for a man who wants just one thing," she commented as she reached for the front of his pants. She rubbed the prominent bulge there before unfastening his belt and the button beneath it. She slowly worked his zipper down as she kept her eyes locked on his.
"If that one thing is you, then you're right." The eye contact made him more excited. He shivered when she finally had the zipper all the way down. He groaned as she slipped her hand inside. She pushed his clothing out of the way before giving his erection a long, languid stroke.
"You already have that," she whispered as she licked her lips.
He knew where this was headed. Stephanie was going to return the favor. As much as he enjoyed the way her mouth and tongue lavished attention on him, he knew he was only human. And human males had refractory periods that hungry women like Stephanie had to live with. Marcelo let out a slow breath as Steph scooted farther up on the couch.
"Steph. Uhn." He closed his eyes. He couldn't believe he was about to turn this down, but what he had in mind was better. His turn at a peace offering. "Just-Just take off your skirt and lay down on the couch to start."
"You sure?" She raised an eyebrow before leaning forward. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip. "This would only be fair."
He sucked in a breath as he started to feel his resolve crumble. "Mmf. Don't want fair. Want all of you."
She gently grabbed his erection and gave him a couple strokes as she looked to be contemplating his offer. "You can have all of me. Whenever you want."
Marcelo reached down and put his hands on her shoulders. "Now. I want now."
Before he could use his hands to gently push her down, Stephanie rose up from the couch. Once she was on her feet, her mouth found his. The kiss distracted him from the loss of her hand around him. Marcelo was so intent on their lips he barely registered Stephanie's hands pushing his remaining clothing past his hips.
He slipped his hands down from her shoulders to pull her closer to him. She pressed against him, trapping his erection between their bodies. Marcelo groaned against her mouth.
Eventually, Stephanie broke off the impassioned kiss. She traced a finger along his cheek. "You don't have to," she whispered.
"Yes, I do," he countered softly. "I can't make love to you if I'm already spent."
She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and a slight smirk. "Then, Señor Alencar da Silva. I'm yours. Do to me what you will."
He grinned as he gave her a nudge to lay on the couch. Though he never let her get more than arm's length away. He moved with her and let his hands roam all over her soft skin. His touches helped her settle down into position. He wasn't sure if this couch could take what they tended to do, but he could replace it.
Once Stephanie was down on the couch, he carefully settled in between her legs on his knees. He reached back and cupped his hands around her ankles. Then he slowly caressed his way up her legs, occasionally pausing to flutter his fingertips against sensitive spots. When his hands got to her waist, he started to shift his hips forward. His fingers pressed harder against the curve from her hips to her waist.
As he leaned in and the need to balance himself with his arms, Marcelo replaced the touch of his fingers with his lips. He left a line of kisses from just above her belly button across the flat plane of her skin until his mouth reached the valley of her breasts. Rather than continue forward, he gave each breast soft nips and tender licks. He could not see Stephanie's reaction beyond the curtain of his long dreads, but he felt her forearms rest on his shoulders. He could hear her breathing quickening as the tip of his erection brush her moist outer lips.
"Marcelo," she growled softly. He lifted his head from her breasts to look up at her. She was biting her lower lip, either in anticipation or frustration. He liked to think the former.
"Yes, querida." It wasn't a taunting question, only an acknowledgement of what she wanted. He pushed himself forward, his cock slipping easily inside of her. He pressed his hips as far forward as the position allowed. The shift in position putting his face above hers.
Her arms shifted on his shoulders to loosely hold him as he leaned down to kiss her. As their lips met he started rocking his hips against her, getting a rhythm started and relishing the feel of her around him. His movements were slow and easy until they eventually broke their kiss to pant each other's names and moan softly as his motions hit a spot that was rewarding for both of them.
"Oh, fuck, Marcelo," she gasped as her fingernails scraped for purchase on his back.
He grinned at her and rolled his shoulders at the scraping. He did a few more thrusts right into that spot. His actions were rewarded with a couple pleased whines from the back of her throat as Stephanie arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist. Marcelo glanced down at her legs and nodded to himself.
"Hold on, querida. Don't let me fall out."
"Mmf. Wait. What?" Stephanie looked at him slightly wide-eyed as he ducked out of her arms. She grabbed the sides of the couch cushion she was laying to keep herself on the couch. Her legs squeezed him as his position shifting made his erection stir inside her.
Marcelo grunted softly at the squeezing as he reached down with one hand and then the other to shift how her legs held onto him. He grabbed above her hips to hold her against him as he settled back on his knees. Stephanie's legs wrapped over his thighs as his hold on her waist brought her hips off the couch. Her shoulders dug into the couch as she wiggled her hips against him.
The change in position must have been good for her as she moaned loudly between panted breaths. Marcelo held onto her hips to help her with leverage as she rocked against him. When he started pressing into her movements, Stephanie's motions and breathing got more frantic. Marcelo kept it up until she gave a strangled cry and wrapped her legs tighter against his body. He helped her ride her orgasm out with a couple slow thrusts.
When Stephanie sagged back onto the couch, Marcelo went down with her. He leaned over her and kissed her as his hips worked against her. Though her mouth was otherwise occupied, she managed a whine in the back of her throat as his thrusts were working up another orgasm in her. She held onto his arms this time, her fingers having a vice-like grip as she came again.
They kept at it: Stephanie peaking and Marcelo working his body against hers to feel her go rigid and moan. Each time she came, everything she said got dirtier and they both went after each other harder.
By the time he was close to the end, Stephanie was astride him and the couch was threatening to not take much more. Marcelo wasn't of a mind to care. He grabbed her hips and thrust up frantically. She grabbed his wrists as she road just as close to the edge as him.
"Come inside me, Marcelo. All the way. Fill me up. Oh, fuck." Her eyes rolled back as their bodies crashed together one last time. She felt an explosion of warmth inside her as he came. His hips jerked up into as he groaned. She screamed as she hit her final peak.
Stephanie was a sweaty, shuddering mess when she collapsed down on Marcelo. He tried to catch his breath as he wrapped his arms around her. He grinned as he felt her softly kiss his collarbone.
"I don't know if I can walk," she breathed against his skin. "My legs feel like jelly."
"Why would you need to walk, querida? We're-" The couch finally gave up and collapsed under them. "-gonna have to go couch shopping tomorrow," he said with a laugh. "But that's a concern for later. I'm not moving."
Stephanie put a hand on his chest and used it to help her sit up. She looked at him as levelly as she could manage. Which was tilted more toward the satisfied glow level than reprimanding. "Marcelo, we're going to need to go home and shower. No couch shopping smelling like glorious sex."
"Who needs to go home to shower? My private bathroom here has a shower." His smile was a tiny bit smug. It was dim enough in the room that he didn't know if Stephanie could see it. The shower was a perk of being the head of Veridian Dynamic's American Operations. Though his smug smile turned a little sleepy.
Stephanie glanced in the direction his private bathroom before looking down at him. She leaned down and kissed him softly. "Then we can probably christen every part of your office."
"Let's just not break anymore of my furniture," he said with a yawn. "I don't want to have to explain to my secretary why I need to replace everything."
Stephanie caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers. "We'll only break the ones I don't like."
"Querida." His warning lost some of its luster as he yawned again.
She laughed softly. "Sleep, mi amor. I'll still be here when you wake."
