Chapter 9:
She walked towards him cautiously. Every footstep measured along with every breath until she was standing in front of him between his long out-stretched legs.
"Martha, what are you doing?" Lionel asked breathlessly as Martha began to crawl up onto his lap.
"Please Lionel, you promised you would behave."
"I promised nothing of the sort," he said with a rye chuckle. "I agreed to sit on the couch & keep my eyes shut. Not to behave."
"Please..."
And with her whispered plea he had no choice but to relent. He placed his hands firmly on either side of himself & waited patiently for Martha's next move.
When she was positioned firmly on his lap, she took her left hand & gently began stroking his hair while her right hand began tracing the features of his face starting with his lips.
"Martha..." Lionel moaned. But this time it wasn't the soft sad sound that she had heard in the past. This time it was hopeful & warm & so very light. His eyes opened & hazel met blue.
He pulled away slightly to look at her & whispered, "Are you certain about this, Martha? I need to know you won't have any regrets."
"I'm sure Lionel. I could never regret loving you."
She reached towards him & wrapped her arms around his neck. Slowly, gently, she brought her mouth down on his for a soft, delicate kiss. And in that moment, Lionel Luthor was undone. He crushed Martha to him and began nibbling her ear. Her breath caught. He then gently licked then bit her lobe causing her to hum with pleasure. Martha trembled with delight as Lionel touched her. He began kissing & nipping at her neck, working his way slowly down.
"Lionel, please let me stay the night with you. I don't want to leave your side. I'm afraid something horrible will happen & I don't want to risk it. Not now."
"Your wish is my command."
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TO BE CONTINUED ….
