Devoted: The Blackwell Lessons Part 31

'I don't know if I can wait until we get home,' I murmur.

Marc slides the seat all the way back so I don't press against the steering wheel.

'We're not going to wait.' He pushes up my summer dress and feels my panties, his hand sliding into the cotton material.

'Marc,' I murmur, my head dropping back as he kisses my neck. 'We can't. Not here. What if someone sees?'

'Don't say can't. It only makes me more determined.'

Before I can protest, Marc frees himself from his trousers and pushes my panties aside.

'Marc, we can't.'

'That word again.'

Marc slides the full length of himself inside me, and I fall completely silent, biting my lip to stop myself crying out.

'You know,' Marc says as he starts the car. 'You only have yourself to blame for this. After that kiss I couldn't help myself.'

I look around wildly. 'What are you doing?'

'I'm driving you home.' Marc moves my face over his shoulder so my lips touch the soft leather seat. 'But for that I'll need a clear view of the road.'

He puts a hand to the steering wheel and before I know it we're moving through the car park.

'Marc! You can't drive the car while we're-'

'Don't move.' He puts the seatbelt over both of us.

Marc's length is pressing right inside me. All the way inside. And as the car moves, I slide around on top of him.

'Oh Marc. Oh. Oh Marc,' I moan, closing my eyes.

'I told you not to move.'

'I can't help it.'

I feel Marc's foot lower on the accelerator, and the car glides out of the security gate and towards Tower Bridge.

'People can see us,' I gasp, as we cruise slowly along the road.

Marc's hand is relaxed on the steering wheel. 'All they see is you on my lap.'

'You're sure you can concentrate?'

'I'm sure. As long as you stop moving.'

'That's not so easy,' I gasp, as the movement of the car pushes Marc deeper inside me. 'Marc! Oh Marc, G.o.d. Please. You can't-'

'That word again.'

Marc presses the accelerator.

'Oh!' I practically scream the word as Marc goes deep, deep inside me.

I cling to him and his arm tightens around my back.

'Marc. Marc!'

I can't help myself. I begin to move my hips, my fingers slipping under his b.u.t.tocks to pull him deeper and deeper inside me.

'Sophia.' Marc's fingers tighten on the steering wheel. 'I told you not to move.'

'I can't help it. This feels too good.'

My hips move back and forth, back and forth, getting into a steady rhythm until Marc touches all the right places over and over again.

My head tips back and I moan.

I notice Marc is driving faster now, and the London buildings fly past.

Marc's hand goes to my shoulder and he clamps me down.

'Stop it.'

'I don't know how you can drive like this,' I gasp, desperate to move.

'It's getting difficult. Believe me.'

59.

By the time we pull into the garage I'm so desperate for Marc that I almost can't stand it.

Marc effortlessly parks the car, but as he turns the engine off his eyes close and he lets out a low moan.

'You are f.u.c.king irresistible.' His hands go to my hips and he lifts me up and down on his lap. 'Oh Sophia. Oh yes. Yes. Yes!'

I move against him over and over, my arms around his neck so I can pull him really deep inside me.

I moan and throw my head back, my hair tumbling over the steering wheel.

'Marc,' I murmur, as we move together on the leather seat. 'Oh G.o.d Marc. Oh G.o.d.'

Our hips meet over and over again as we get into a rhythm that rubs me in all the right places.

Marc grabs my hair and holds it tight, watching me with stern eyes as he thrusts his hips.

I try to kiss him but he won't let me, keeping a hold on me so I'm forced to look at him.

'I want to see your face when you come,' he breathes, thrusting into me and letting out long, low moans.

His hand is on my b.u.t.tocks and he pushes me against him with every thrust, making sure that every part of me makes contact, inside and out.

'Oh Marc. Oh G.o.d.'

Marc moves into me again and again, and I can't hold back any more.

My o.r.g.a.s.m is huge and overwhelming, knocking me back against the steering wheel and making me cry out.

Just as I think my o.r.g.a.s.m is finis.h.i.+ng, Marc pulls me back to him and slams his hips up between my legs one, two, three times ...

'Oh! Oh,' I moan, as more waves of pleasure wash over me. I cling to Marc, my eyes closed, feeling my body overtaken with warmth.

I hear Marc's breathing quicken in my ear, and with a low moan he comes too.

He buries his face into my hair. 'Sophia. Oh G.o.d yes! Oh yes.'

His hips push hard between my legs and his hands grip my b.u.t.tocks. Then he sinks back into the leather seat.

We cling to each other, breathing heavily, the world coming back into focus.

I let out a long breath. 'I can't believe we just did that in the car.'

'You were safe. I would never have lost control. Although I'll be the first to admit, you made it very difficult.'

'I lost control though.'

'Yes you did.' Marc takes a strand of my hair and turns it in his fingers. 'I love watching you lose control. And seeing you come. Even all this makeup can't take away how beautiful you are when you come.'

My hand goes to my cheek. 'You don't like the makeup?'

'I don't mind it. But I prefer you without.'

'You don't think I look like a princess then?' I ask, raising a teasing eyebrow. 'That's the name for me on set, you know. Princess Sophia.'

'I can well believe it.'

'But I don't want to be a princess. I want to be like everyone else.'

'That's what makes you a princess. A real, humble, beautiful princess. And a lady.' Marc's hand hesitates on the car door handle. 'Which I hope Leo Falkirk appreciated when he did that scene with you today.'

'He did. He was the perfect gentleman. It's just acting Marc. You know that. It doesn't mean a thing.'

'One thing's for certain. I'll be finding out the day you're shooting the bedroom scene. And making sure I'm on set.'

'Oh Marc. Come on. Aren't we past this jealousy stuff?'

'We're past it, but that doesn't mean I won't take care of you. What kind of man wouldn't be there to protect you?'

'From what?'

'From Leo taking things too far, for one.'

'Marc. On a set full of people? That's silly.'

'Not that silly. I've been in this business a long time. It happens.'

The smile leaves my face. 'You're kidding me.'

'No. I'm not. I've seen famous actors lose control on set. The camera keeps rolling and the actors win Oscars for their performances. And no one knows they weren't really acting.'

'Have you ever-'

'Never.'

I shake my head. 'Well Leo would never do that. And I would never ... anyway, Leo is crazy in love with my best friend. And he's done plenty of bedroom scenes before. I think he can control himself.'

'I'm not so sure.'

'Marc. Come on. Hey haven't we got our first scan soon? Shouldn't you be thinking about that instead of worrying about stupid things? Please Marc. No more jealousy, okay?'

'I'm not jealous. I'm protective. More of you now than ever. And to tell you the truth, I'm not looking forward to the scan.'

'You're not?' I feel hurt spike my chest. 'How come?'

'Because if I feel this protective of you now, how the h.e.l.l am I going to feel when I see a real-life picture of our baby?'

60.

'I wish you'd eaten some breakfast,' says Marc, as I lie on the hospital bed. 'You need to keep your strength up.'

A nurse is preparing the scanning equipment, and the female sonographer is waiting by the bed.