Marcus of Duros Ch. 06

"Will you wash my hair Marcus?" She asked, turning to face him.

He nodded as she picked up her new favorite shampoo. The lavender scent tickled her nose pleasantly as she handed the glass jar to Marcus. Scooping out a tiny dollop, she raised an eyebrow at him skeptically,

"That's not going to be enough Marcus."

"What do you mean? It's more than enough."

Her doubtful expression deepened as she cocked her head to the side and looked at his close cropped hair significantly.

"Ohhhhhhh, right. Less hair, less shampoo. Duh. Well then... I can fix that."

Without warning Marcus tipped the entire contents of the small jar over the top of Chloe's head. The shampoo was cold, and Chloe gasped in shock as it began to ooze over her scalp and down her shoulders and back.

"Marcus! That's ALL the shampoo I bought at the market yesterday!"

"I'll buy you more, it was well worth the expense." Marcus chucked.

As she glared at him he worked his hands gently into the soapy mess of her hair and began massaging her scalp firmly. Glad he had seemed to have regained some of his humor, Chloe let the tension out of her shoulders as she relaxed and concentrated on the feeling of Marcus's hands on her.

He isn't half bad, she thought to herself. His strong fingers were massaging steady circles on her scalp, his thumbs centered on her forehead above her eyes as his remaining fingers worked the shampoo into her hair. Placing her hands on his waist to keep them out of his way, she listened to his breathing; steady and deep.

It wasn't the sort of breathing that indicated any sort of arousal. Quite the opposite. It was the type of breathing a person did when they were relaxed. While Chloe had originally intended to get him into a passionate mood in an attempt to break him out of his funk, it seemed that she had accidentally discovered another way to achieve the same goal.

Although her hair was saturated with suds and not a trace of sweat or oil must have remained, Marcus continued his methodical circles. His breathing hadn't changed yet, and Chloe began wondering how long they had stood in the shower. She had been enjoying her massage too much to pay any attention to the passage of time.

Not wanting to spend too long on one activity and be caught unprepared when Jarrod came to escort them, Chloe raised her hands from Marcus's hips and placed them gently over his hands which were still entwined in her hair.

The minute she did so Marcus's breathing changed. He sucked in a great breath of air, letting it loose with a sigh as if she had broken him out of a trance. Looking up at him, Chloe smiled, relieved to see that the tension that had lined his face this morning was mostly gone.

"Do you think I'm clean now Marcus?" Chloe asked, tipping her head to indicate her hair.

"Hmmmm. Probably" Marcus admitted, bending down to kiss her forehead.

Stepping backwards so that the water, which had been gently drumming on her lower back, hit her hair, she began to wash the suds out of her long mane. Marcus simply stood and watched. Although it seemed that he was enjoying the show, Chloe felt as though he should be engaged in something more productive.

"Aren't you going to wash yourself Marcus?" She asked pointedly.

"I already showered today. You want me to wash again? I didn't think I smelled THAT badly." Marcus said, sniffing surreptitiously at his armpits.

"Haha, nooooo. You don't smell Marcus." Chloe said as she washed the last suds out of her hair. "It's just that some things can stand to be washed more than once in a day."

At this pronouncement she scooped a handful of soap out of the dish that sat in a recess in the shower. Rubbing it into both her hands she reached down and took hold of Marcus's dick. Much to her surprise it wasn't even remotely hard. To her knowledge, it was a rare case where a man could stand with a naked woman for a long period of time without sporting some form of an erection. Evidently she was going to have to up her game to keep his interest today. Not that it bothered her, in fact, Chloe thought that she would relish the challenge.

"So Marcus..."

"Yes, Chloe?" Marcus answered, his breathing still level.

"I think we have some time yet before Jarrod gets here. Any thoughts on how we should spend that time?" Chloe asked, looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes.

As she spoke his dick started to swell slightly. Not as quickly as she had seen before, but it was a marked increase nonetheless.

"Well, I think... ummm..."

"Yes, Marcus?" She asked sweetly.

She let her hand form a tight "O" around the head of his member. Sliding it slowly down the shaft, Marcus couldn't help but thrust slightly into her hand.

As she heard his breath shake faintly she couldn't help but feel elated. As shallow as it seemed to her, to try to abate emotional pain with simple physical intimacy, she had to admit to herself that she knew no other way.

The matrons at the forum had never discussed how to assist with emotional pain. Indeed they seemed to disregard the idea that men had any emotions at all, aside from lust. While Chloe knew dozens of ways to bring physical pleasure, she was in uncharted territory when it came to male emotions.

As Marcus's cock hardened completely she felt a change come over him. His body stiffened and looking up she could see that familiar dark look in his eyes, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. She knew he was about to turn the tables on her, and she had to admit that she was slightly disappointed. She had enjoyed the feeling of control, even if it had only been for a few minutes.

As she had anticipated, Marcus's hands jumped into action, finding her hips and pushing her backwards until her back hit the wall of the shower. Suddenly cold from the shock of being wrenched out from underneath the warm water, her body shivered involuntarily.

"Ohhh dear. Cold are we, Chloe?" Marcus asked in his sickly sweet voice. "How about I warm you up a bit?"

Latching onto him quickly and hugging his body to hers, Chloe answered him equally sweetly.

"Okay." She chirped contentedly.

"Not what I had in mind..." Marcus replied as his dick twitched suggestively, now trapped between their stomachs.

"I bet," Chloe said as she snuggled into his chest, "why don't you enlighten me as to what you had in mind?"

"Well." Marcus said decisively. "First, I was going to turn you around like this..."

Prying her off of his body he turned her to face the wall of the shower.

"Uh huhh..." Chloe said in a leading voice.

"Then I was going to take your foot and put it up on the shower bench, like this."

"Mmm, I like where this is heading."

"Then maybe do a little something like this..."

At his last pronouncement, Marcus placed his right hand on her slit, surprised to find it wet already.

"My, my, Chloe. I didn't figure you'd be so wet. I haven't even done anything to you yet."

"It's just water big boy, nice try though." Chloe lied, attempting to keep her voice consistent through the lie as his fingers traced lazy circles on her sensitive lips.

"Rather thick water, don't you think?" Marcus said, chuckling as his middle finger pushed firmly up inside her center.

"Mmmmmm... maybe. Water's been known to do strange things from time to time though." Chloe gasped out, her sigh she had let slip as Marcus fingered her making her voice shake slightly.

"Oh, I don't think so Chloe. Just admit it, you're excited."

"Psh," Chloe snorted at his cocky words, "you'd like to think you're that great..."

"I know I am..." Marcus answered as he pushed his index finger up inside her to join the first.

Moving both his fingers together inside her, he began to trace slow circles, touching nearly every part of her center. As she began to moan more insistently he changed his rhythm; slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, delaying several seconds as he pulled out until she began to quiver and push herself down onto his fingers.

Finally withdrawing his fingers from of her completely, Chloe moaned in frustration, quietly imploring him to keep going. Instead Marcus took his cock in his hand and began to massage her outer lips with the head. Tracing up and down her wet slit slowly, he lubricated the head and shaft in preparation.

"Do you want me inside you Chloe?"

"Yesssssss..." Chloe hissed as Marcus continued his teasing.

"How badly do you want it?"

"Very badly, Marcus! Please stop teasing me, I just want you inside me."

"Well since you asked so nicely-"

Without finishing his sentence, Marcus began to thrust into Chloe's hot center. Pushing forward so that she could feel every inch of him sliding into her, Marcus went as slowly as he could until finally bottoming out, his cock burried inside her.

Soon he began to thrust at the same speed he had entered her; tantalizingly slowly. As he did, Chloe's moans began to take on a more ragged quality, as if urging him to more speed.

On a whim, Marcus leaned her upper body forward slightly, adjusting the angle of his thrust. As he reached the deepest point of his thrust he felt the head of his cock push against the spot he was beginning to realize affected her more than any other. It was located just above her clit, near her pelvic bone, but on the inside. Thrusting from behind as he was, he had nearly unlimited access to the spot, which was notoriously hard to stimulate. As he continued his slow, insistent thrusts Chloe's breathing started coming in ragged gasps.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Marcus. That feels amazing, just keep going. Don't stop, pleaseeee!"

Delighted that his change of position had had such a profound effect he decided to intensify the stimulation. Sliding his hand down from where it had been anchoring Chloe to him, he began to trace slow circles around her swollen clit.

Chloe's body responded instantly. Her legs shook under his touch, her upper body tense.

"M-Marcus. I'm going to c-come." Chloe manged to gasp through the shuddering.

Increasing his speed both in his thrusts and in the fingers that were circling her clit, he pulled her to him in preparation for her orgasm. He hadn't seen her shake this hard before, and he was sure that her impeding orgasm was going to be big.

After only a few more seconds, Chloe's body tightened and froze as it always did just prior to her orgasm. This time the lack of movement lasted much longer than it had previously. Seconds ticked by, and unsure of what to do Marcus continued his thrusts until Chloe finally reacted.

Chloe's strangled scream echoed loudly in the small shower stall. Marcus was so surprised by her reaction that he almost lost hold of her. Her body was trembling in his hands as he continued his movements until finally her hand smacked his upper thigh, her nails biting into the muscle, so much so that it was painful. Although not purposeful, Marcus was sure it would leave a mark.

"Marcus," she gasped, "stop... I... I can't take any more! Too sensitive."

Pulling out of her completely, Marcus felt Chloe begin to fall, her legs too weak to hold her exhausted body up. Scooping her up in to his arms, he quickly sat down on the bench her foot had just been occupying. Arranging her carefully so that she wasn't crushing his still erect cock, he rested her head on his shoulder and waited for her to recover.

Looking down he noticed that her eyes were just barely open, peering out from tiny slits as if she were trying to stay awake. Her body was still wracked by the occasional shiver, but for the most part she was calm. Strands of her hair, which was still wet from his washing, stuck to her face, obscuring part of her cheek and mouth. Brushing it off gently, and tucking it back behind her ear, Marcus regarded his handiwork.

He was extremely pleased with himself. Although he admitted introspectively that it might be conceited, he always got a surge of adrenalin after making Chloe come. His ability to satisfy and please her made him exceptionally happy. The warm, fuzzy feelings he always felt when she rested in his arms after an orgasm he was responsible for were intoxicating.

As Chloe opened her eyes fully and looked up at him he was reminded of another thing that made him equally happy. The way she looked at him; not limited to but especially after they had been intimate. It was a look that made Marcus feel like he was the only person in the world that mattered. Her smile was so genuine and so content that Marcus couldn't help but smile back.

Looking down at her he wondered if this was a normal experience for a man and a wife. Of course his three captains who had married all had some sort of intimate feelings for their wives, which they expressed in their own ways, but what was typical? Was it normal to fall so head over heels for a person after only knowing them for a few days?

As Chloe continued to gaze up at him, her eyes looking deeply into his, he decided it didn't matter. If other men never had the sort of connection he felt with Chloe, that didn't matter. If it was abnormal to feel so strongly for someone after such a short time, that didn't matter either. The only thing that mattered was that he felt those feelings, and he couldn't help but feel them, so he might as well acknowledge them.

"Chloe?" Marcus said, still looking down at her.

"Yes, Marcus?" She replied, punctuating her response by hugging his torso and smiling sweetly.

"I think I love you, Chloe."

She didn't respond immediately, but continued to smile and hug him. Marcus was not at all certain of what was considered normal behavior in regards to professing love, but he was fairly sure that the other person was supposed to say something. Slightly worried that the feeling wasn't mutual, Marcus began to babble.

"Now, I'm no expert on the subject, and I'm not really sure exactly what love is, nor have I every really experienced it but I-"

Chloe silenced him by placing her index finger on his lips in a 'hushing' gesture. Pulling herself out of his cuddle, she straddled his lap on the bench until she sat with his still erect cock nestled between the lips of her slit. Her finger still on his lips, she leaned forward until their foreheads touched. Removing her finger from his lips she caressed his cheeks with both hands, holding his face firmly. Looking into his eyes again she gauged his expression. His eyes looked into hers steadily, but the corners of his eyelids were slightly tight, revealing his uncertainty.

She realized that he really had no idea how much she loved him. She had loved him since their first morning together, just the other day, but apparently he was oblivious to that fact. Chuckling inwardly she was amused by the indisputable fact that no matter how intuitive they could be, sometimes men just needed things to be spelled out for them in black and white.

"I love you too Marcus. Very, very much."

Kissing him again, Chloe added a little more passion to the kiss to restore Marcus's confidence.

Perhaps it had been slightly cruel to keep him waiting for an answer, but she had wanted to make sure he knew how serious she was when she returned the sentiment.

Unfortunately for Chloe, her decision to make this kiss less on the sweet and tender side, and more on the passion and lust side had caused Marcus to revert to his typical 'between the sheets personality' as it were. His hands were everywhere, touching her in all the right places, his tongue working slowly and passionately in her mouth. Despite her attempts to the contrary she could feel her excitement building again. Something had to be done. They had little time left, and his hunger still hadn't been slaked. Attempting to draw back from his kiss, Chloe felt Marcus's arms trapping her in his embrace.

With a small slap on his cheek, Chloe brought Marcus back to reality.

"Owww, what'd you do that for?" Marcus whined indignantly.

"As much as I love it when you get all assertive and dominant, this time it's my turn. Got it?" She said, glaring slightly at him.

Surprised by her drastic assertion of power Marcus shrugged and made no further attempt to hold her in place, but allowed her to do as she pleased, resting his hands instead on her thighs where they straddled his lap.

"Now," Chloe said as she began to rub herself up and down on Marcus's erect cock, "I think there's some unfinished business here, don't you think?"

Marcus nodded slowly, still surprised by the shift in power that had just occurred.

"Glad we both agree." Chloe said with a grin.

Raising herself up, Chloe took hold of Marcus's erection and held it to her opening. Lowering herself back to his lap, she slid his cock slowly inside herself.

"You see, Marcus," Chloe began as she raised herself up to repeat the movement, "you made me so wet just a minute ago that I'm still soaked. I can't be sitting in wet panties all day now can I? I just need a little bit more. And while I'm doing that, I want you to come for me. Do you want to come for me, Marcus?"

"Mmhhm." Marcus grunted in affirmative response.

Chloe continued to thrust herself up and down on Marcus, but now she added a new twist. When she bottomed out she tensed her pelvic muscles, tightening her center so there was additional pressure on Marcus's dick as she pushed upwards. It was as if she were trying to pull the come out of him. Despite the difficulty of the maneuver, the effort was worth it in that it was well received.

Marcus gasped and looked up at her with surprise as he felt her tighten.

"Didn't know I could do that, did you Marcus?"

He didn't verbalize his response, but simply shook his head, his eye still locked on hers.

"You like it, don't you? Nice and tight like that?"

Again, he said nothing, simply nodded, his mouth falling open slightly as she sped up her pace.

After several more minutes of Chloe's treatment, she felt Marcus's muscles begin to tighten. His cock, still deep inside her, began to swell noticeably.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you Marcus."

"Mhmmmm." Marcus groaned in response, his gaze still not leaving hers.

"Come for me, Marcus. Fill me up inside. Please come, Marcus!" She implored him quietly, looking at him with a kind of staged desperation.

To Chloe it didn't matter this time if the words were heartfelt or not. She was certainly enjoying the sensations, but she wasn't desperate for satisfaction as she had been on previous occasions. No, this time the enjoyment would be all his, and her words only served to fuel his passion.

Soon he was coming, his eyes still on hers, but tight from the exertion. Looking into them she felt such a strong connection to him that she felt her stomach flutter. As he groaned through his orgasm, she continued to tighten, as if milking the come right out of him.

Finally, he was finished. Slumping forward into her arms he rested for a minute or two, enfolded in Chloe's embrace.

******

As Jarrod walked with the Commander and his wife he couldn't help but be slightly jealous. The pair kept laughing and shooting each other covert looks that Jarrod supposed they thought were inconspicuous.

They were most certainly not. It was almost as bad as watching Anastasi and his wife.

It was not that Jarrod wished the couple ill. Certainly that was farthest from his thoughts. What he was feeling was simply green envy. He often wished he had someone to share his life with. His hopes, his dreams, his ambitions. He had always been alone, and now he was one of the oldest captains in Duros that had not been married.

It wasn't that it would have been difficult to get married. Indeed it might only take a day or two if he rushed a patron. His reservation lay with what kind of marriage he would have. Would it be loveless, like so many Durosian marriages? Would it be as simple and utilitarian as providing him carnal pleasure and making babies for the state? If so, he certainly didn't want that. He wanted a partner, not some sort of quasi-pleasure slave.