This chapter is all smut, no plot. If you don't enjoy that kind of thing, feel free to skip it. All you're missing? Marie and Lester get along quite well. For the rest of you (Lots of Lester fans out there), enjoy. :)

Marie's POV

We had barely gotten through my door when our hands were all over each other. I worked to undo the buttons of his shirt while he yanked at the zipper on my back. He pulled back for a second, framing my hands in his face. "Do you want this as much as I do? I don't want to pressure you. I'll stop if you ask."

I responded by pulling his face to mine and kissing him even harder. Then I felt my body being lifted up like I was no heavier than a child and he carried me up the stairs. I gestured to my bedroom, and soon was deposited on the sheets.

"I hope that was OK, but once we get started I don't want to stop, and you deserve better than a couch."

I responded by pulling my dress off. He removed his shirt and holy shit did he look good without it. His muscles rippled with each movement. No wonder he could pick me up so easily, I bet he could lift a horse if necessary. My hands trailed down his chest, pinching the nipples. He moaned and proceeded to lay a trail of kisses down from my lips, to my pulsepoint, to my collarbone. With one hand he reached behind my back and deftly undid my bra. Meanwhile I was digging my fingers into the hard muscles of his back, sliding them down almost to his ass, which I suspected would be spectacular.

His mouth clamped on my nipple and I arched my back as he started to suck gently. My fingers scrambled to get to his belt, and I fumbled to undo the buckle without seeing it. I could feel the fabric straining against him, and I was aching to have him inside me.

He switched to my other nipple, and helped me by undoing the button and carefully lowering the zipper, then kicking the pants off. I had to stretch to reach him, but once I got my right hand around his cock he started to moan. "Oh, querida, that feels amazing." His lips left my breast and trailed down further, marking every inch or so with a small kiss. As he scooted down he slipped out of my reach, so I ran my fingers through his hair instead. I gasped for air as he took my button in his mouth, exploring it with his tongue.

My breath was coming faster, and I moaned at the sensation. He took one finger and gently probed me, pushing in and swirling his finger around. I was so wet I must be drenching him, and soon another finger joined the first. Then a third. I was aching with pleasure, and wanted to return the favor.

"Oh, Lester. That feels go good," I gasped out. "I want to return the favor. Let's pleasure each other." His eyes looked up at me, though his tongue didn't stop doing its magic. They were filled with lust and longing. He pulled away for just a moment, though it felt like a lifetime.

"Are you sure? You aren't obligated to do anything. This turns me on so much, querida." He said while curling his fingers inside me and resuming his ministrations.

"Get over here." I practically growled.

He rotated his body so his torso lined up with mine, and turned us both onto our sides. He lay his head on my thigh as he nuzzled me, his face slick with my juices. I stared at his cock, throbbing with excitement. It wouldn't all fit in my mouth, but I took the head in my lips and ran my tongue along the ridge. He shuddered as I touched him, and he muttered something I couldn't understand, either because it was in Spanish or because his voice was muffled by my pussy.

I gripped the base of his dick and gave it several strong strokes, lapping at the salty precum that was dribbling from him. He groaned again, and pushed into me harder. It became a feedback loop of pleasure, the more he stroked me, the more I stroked him. Pressure built up inside me, and I clamped down my legs as an orgasm exploded through me, trapping his head. He went along for the ride, never stopping his movements. I tried to stay aware enough not to bite down on him, but I did graze him with my teeth slightly. I kept licking as the waves crashed over me, until I heard him mumble, "Dios, querida. I can't hold it in any longer!" He tried to turn his hips away to pull himself from my mouth, but I held him where he was, sucking on him until he exploded into me.

I pulled on him to get the last few spurts, then looked down at his face. He was smiling widely, looking utterly content. Then he came up and kissed me, mingling our juices together, the salty and the sweet. "That was amazing, querida," he said, his voice husky and breathless. "And now, how about I show you just how slow I take it in the shower?

This was turning out to be a pretty good night.