Chapter Nine: Too close to daylight

NADIA'S POV

Throwing caution and self control to the wind, I ran my hands all over his body, fascinated by every bit of him.

He was so beautiful. I had never admired a man so much in my life. I practically wanted to slip inside his skin, to be a part of him. I wanted us to become one.

When his hand found my neck, I accepted the saliva he offered, swallowing without the slightest hint of hesitation.

He looked at me possessively, his eyes wild with want.

My nipples taut and aching for his touch, grinded hard against my bra top. I reached for his manhood which stretched against the thin sweatpants he wore, my hands trembling with excitement.

“Nadia…”

He groaned when I touched him, his voice strained. I stroked him even with the sweatpants still in place, watching my touch ignite unquenchable fires in his eyes.

He held my hand, stopping me midway as he grabbed my blouse and flung it over my head wildly, his eyes gleaming in raw primitivism.

He freed my breasts from the bondage of my bra top, then let out a lustful sigh that sounded like music to my ears.

“You're so beautiful, Nadia. You're so fucking beautiful, you…you have no idea what your body does to me…”

I closed my eyes as he began to fondle my breasts feverishly, like a man who had no form of control. When his wet lips found my nipples, I let out a moan so strange to my ears I wondered if it truly came from me.

That was what he did to me, the ability of his touch to destroy whatever common sense I had left. With him, logic was nonexistent. I didn't care if he was a stranger or my husband's friend, all I wanted was him and nothing else.

He dragged me towards the bed tactfully without his lips leaving my breasts.

I laid on the bed, my entire body convulsing with pleasure as he left my breasts briefly, then focused on getting rid of the shorts I wore. It came off easily, and his eyes met mine before he pulled my panties off.

At that moment, all I saw was fireworks. Goosebumps punctured my skin as I watched him inhale my wetness, a smirk on his lips. When his lips settled on my clitoris, I let out a moan, my hands clutching his head, my legs shaking without control.

How could a man who wasn't my husband know my body so well?

His hands flickering my nipples to life, he attacked my core, his tongue moving in and out with defined accuracy. When he stopped briefly, and began to go in circular motions around my clit, sweat broke out on my forehead as my legs buckled repeatedly under intense pleasure.

He stopped, his hand grabbing my neck.

“Open.”

I did so, watching a trail of saliva leave his lips. I accepted his offer wholeheartedly, my head seeming to grow larger as I tasted my own wetness.

Lifting my leg, he placed it atop his shoulder, his green eyes invading mine.

I watched him pause, then scramble amongst his belongings for a condom. Not finding one, he gave up, an apologetic smile on his lips. But I was too far gone to care.

When he entered me, I closed my eyes, letting out a moan that surprised me.

He thrusted, his eyes barely leaving mine as he rammed deeper into me.

“Ye….yes, Fabian. I want…I want all of you. I want you inside me.”

I was shameless, but I was past caring.

Ferociously, he did as I requested, a smirk on his lips as he repeatedly rammed into me. My hands clutched his buttocks, guiding him, instructing him to let go whatever restraint he had and fuck me like he owned me.

My entire body was beginning to convulse again. I could feel myself nearing the end of my blissful journey as his thrusts picked up speed.

“Yes, Fabian…faster, faster…”

The screech of a car's tires as it parked in front of the house shattered the moment of pleasure.

Only one man parked in that manner.

My husband, Marlowe.

The front door opened, and I flew to my feet, alarm bells ringing in my head.

“It's Marlowe….he's back.” I flung Fabian’s sweatpants at his confused face. “Put something on!”

Grabbing my laptop bag and the rest of my clothes, I fled from the room, heading to the bathroom which was in the hallway where I dressed slowly as I tried to catch my breath, my heart slamming in my chest.

I washed my hands, silently hoping the smell of sex wasn't too strong on me.

“Nadia? I'm home!”

I heard him stop at the door, then walk away. When I heard the loud laughter and handshakes that followed, I knew he was in the guestroom with Fabian.

Inhaling, I tried to set my bearings straight.

What had I been thinking, fucking a guest invited to my home by my husband?

I shook my head in disbelief.

As long as Fabian Davenport was a foot or more away from me, I was a wreck. And to think he was going to torment me for an entire week!

“Nadia?”

“In here, my love.”

I left the bathroom, pursing my lips in a bid to ensure the lipgloss touched all the presumed places.

“You going somewhere?” Marlowe raised an eyebrow inquisitively as he kissed me briefly.

“Yeah, the cafe. I need to write. The writers conference gave me the motivation I was lacking.”

He grinned as he squeezed my hand.

“Well, it's lunch hour for me. I'll take Fabian to the emperor's restaurant and I'll give him a tour around the city later on as well. Have fun.”

A few minutes later, I left the house, sweating profusely.

I slipped the gear into drive, my hands still trembling. How in heaven's name was I going to survive a week of him being in my house?

I took deep breaths as I steered my car towards the cafe, acknowledging that the earlier I did something about Fabian Davenport’s presence in my house, the better for my marriage.