Well, this chapter is entirely Mark & Izzie oriented, for those of you looking for that, and I'll warn you it's steamy and naughty, and all those things that you like about them. Hope you enjoy it. We will return to more MerDer next chapter.
Chapter Sixteen - A Naughty Interlude
Fashion Week in New York was just crazy, Izzie thought to herself as she navigated the crowded venue. She wasn't modelling – too many curves for these designers. But she had to check out the clothes, and the best seats were at the front. She had snagged a pass from her agent, and she was ready to enjoy the show. Looking around, she nodded at some girls she recognized, as well as the usual celebrities milling around. Snippets of conversation assaulted her as she pulled her cell phone out, and she wondered if Mark had called her.
Since their torrid interlude in Paris, she hadn't been able to get him out of her mind. He had been an extremely attentive lover, and she had been nearly boneless at the end of their weekend together. Somehow the time had passed quickly, and the dinner invitation turned out to be dinner in bed – they never left her suite for the rest of the time.
"Izzie..." Mark's voice was low and seductive, as he moved over her. All taut muscle and masculine heat between her legs, as she welcomed him against her. The room was dim, slightly illuminated from the outside city lights only. "I really hope you meant what you said about this being quick..."
"Oh yes..." Izzie arched upwards, her hands reaching out for him. "Now, please..."
"I hate to make a lady wait," he growled, parting her damp folds, finding her hot and ready for him. "Tell me what you want."
"Just you, all of you," Izzie moaned, past the point of caring he was supposed to be the manwhore of L.A. – right now he was here with her, and he was making her feel incredible.
"That's not a problem, sweetheart. Right now, that's all I want too – we'll have time for taking things slow next time," he grinned at her, and Izzie was suddenly happy to know this wasn't just a one time encounter. For a moment, Mark paused, looking at her spread out in front of him, her hair spilling across the pillow, her arms above her head, with her breasts and nipples arching up at him. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her swollen clit and she squirmed in a very feminine way.
"Mark..." she whispered, her eyes closing.
"Hmmm...?" He plunged his fingers deeper, pulling back as she tried to follow the movement with her hips.
"Just give it to me, please..."
Mark grinned, knowing he could make her wait a little longer, make her tell him exactly what she wanted, but his own need was demanding attention, and he didn't want to wait either. "You got it, baby," he murmured, replacing his fingers with his cock at her warm, wet opening. Her legs slipped around him, almost pulling him into her, but he resisted, torturing both of them just a little longer. Izzie made a soft sound of impatience, her fingers griping the pillows. Her wetness slid over the tip of his erection, driving him crazy, and he gave up trying to control the moment.
"Mark...please..." That was all it took for him to push into her fast and deep, forgetting about slow, about finesse, about everything but how good and tight she felt. He pounded, taking her hard, with urgent thrusts, her body wrapping around his. Within moments, Izzie was lost in the climax, sighing in pleasure. Mark followed her, exploding in an orgasm that had him shuddering – nothing had been as good as that moment when he pulsed inside of her, his body tense, his brain empty of everything else. He met her eyes, full of sensual promise and satisfaction, and it was like never before.
"Worth the wait?" he asked, pulling her into an embrace, as they caught their breath. Slick with sweat, muscles relaxing, he rolled onto his side and took her with him. Izzie gave him a small smile.
"Definitely," she laughed softly.
"Good, and there won't be as long a wait for the next time," Mark vowed, kissing her slow and easy, letting his hands roam along her body.
"Thank god..."
Izzie blinked, returning to the present moment, even though heat flooded her at the memory of their scorching passion. The lights dimmed, and she looked up at the catwalk, trying to focus on the show starting. After awhile, she felt a hand on her arm, and she turned quickly, looking into Mark's eyes beside her. "What are you...?" she asked, caught up in his sensual charm.
"I figured you'd be here," he murmured, easing into the chair that was suddenly empty beside her. He took her hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "And you look sexy as hell..." Approving of her fitted Prada suit, the plunging neckline with a necklace of amber beads drawing his eyes to her cleavage.
Izzie fought the urge to throw her arms around his neck. He looked masculine and confident, in black cashmere slacks, and an open collar white shirt, sexy as hell too. But he hadn't called her since Paris and she was determined to be cool. "Am I that predictable?" she asked, tossing her hair back, shifting her eyes back to the stage.
"Oh, never predictable," he whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry for not calling...again. My agent booked me back to back gigs, totally out of the blue. I couldn't get away."
"You have a cell phone."
"Yes, but I'm much better in person," he said, a little hint of amusement in his voice.
She gulped, remembering just how good he was in person, and shifted in her chair. Mark's hand grazed her thigh, and she looked at him, caught up in the seductive web of his gaze. There was a break in the show then, and he took the opportunity to pull her to her feet. Easing them past several women, muttering excuses, until they were at the back of the room.
"Where are we going?" Izzie asked, mindful of more than one pair of eyes on them. Several women smiled knowingly, and she wondered briefly if Mark knew them...intimately.
"Somewhere quiet." He moved into the hall, looking around, before pulling her into the ladies room.
"Mark! Are you crazy?" Izzie looked at him in a mixture of surprise and amusement as he locked the door behind them.
"Crazy for you," he laughed, easing behind her, kissing her neck. "I missed you, so much. I wanted to call, but it wasn't enough. You deserve my full attention, Izzie."
"Oh..." she sighed, as he massaged her shoulders.
"You smell delicious," he murmured, as his hands went lower to slide over her breasts, and his lips caressed her cheek.
"Just kiss me, Mark," she sighed, wanting his tongue inside her, wanting more. So much for being cool.
"You got it," Mark assured, and spun her around to face him. The minute he touched her mouth with his, desire exploded between them. They grabbed each other, hands here, there, everywhere, digging into each other's hair to get closer, to meld their mouths completely. Mark's tongue doing amazing things to hers as he thrust into her, and Izzie could feel his erection pressing against her thigh and she had a feeling this was going to the point of no return.
"This is so bad," she whispered, trying to hold onto a shred of sense that was departing rapidly.
"I know," he grinned, undoing the buttons on her jacket, and bending over to lick her nipple through the fabric of her bra. It was torture, making her want more of him, more bare flesh touching. Then he moved lower, and did the same to her inner thighs, and Izzie leaned back against the vanity, needing to hold on to something. His tongue danced across the edge of her thong, easing along the edge of the lace and she couldn't prevent a soft moan from slipping out.
"Oh god..."
His tongue slid over her, again and again, until she was spreading her legs wider, clutching at his hair with her eyes half closed, drowning in wave after wave of tight hot pleasure that he created. Any inhibition she may have had about this deserted her entirely, when he slid the silky thong down her legs, and returned to lick her, dipping and stroking until she was lost to everything but the moment. When he sucked her clit softly, easing his finger into her, she came, bucking forward, nearly screaming out loud in pleasure.
"Good?" he asked, standing up beside her when she was done shuddering in ecstasy.
"Oh yes..." It was all she could say, and it seemed so inadequate.
"We're not done yet. Turn around." He moved her around, wanting to see her in the mirror – loving the flush on her cheeks, the look of her eyes so clouded with desire as he looked at her. He wanted to look over her shoulder as he thrust inside of her, and see the pleasure on her face.
Izzie placed her hands on the counter, and he felt his whole body shake in anticipation. God, he wanted her – like he'd never wanted any other woman. It amazed him all over again every time he realized that. He eased her skirt upwards, sliding his hands along the softness of her thighs, her hips. She gave him a soft moan of encouragement, and he settled against her, parting her easily. He thrust into her deeply, and they both moaned. She felt good surrounding him with her slick heat, her tightness gripping him.
When he glanced in the mirror, he found her looking back at him, her eyes half closed, her mouth open, lips moist and swollen from his kisses. Her hair fell forward as she took him deeper, her breasts exposed by the open jacket. Her hands pressed against the counter for support, as she moved in time with his thrusts.
"You look so good, Izzie," he muttered, leaning forward, kissing her temple. His cock drove into her harder, taking her breath away, and when he hit the right spot, she stared at him, her mouth open in a silent cry of intense pleasure. He pulled back and repeated the same thrust, and she nearly screamed again. "Look at me, Izzie..."
"Yes..." she whispered, arching her hips backwards as she came, contracting around him.
"I love to watch you come," he murmured, encouraging her, moving faster and harder. "Just like that, babe...so damn beautiful..." Her teeth caught her bottom lip as the climax whipped through her, the flush covering her chest and her cheeks pink. At that moment, he gripped her hips and pumped his way to a hard, shattering orgasm that had him gritting his teeth and trying not to yell out loud in satisfaction.
When he finally was able to regain coherent thought, he released her slowly, he looked into her eyes in the mirror again. Both of them were hot and damp from exertion, their clothes hopelessly mangled. "Damn..."
Izzie giggled infectiously, leaning back into his strong body. "My thought exactly."
Then Mark heard his cell phone ring, and he looked over at his discarded pants. "Don't get that," Izzie moaned, reluctant to move, or think of anything but how good she felt.
"It might be my agent..." he said, fishing it out of his pocket. "Aw, crap..."
"What is it?"
"Nothing," Mark frowned. "Just a girl I used to know." He scrubbed his hand over his jaw. "She's rather determined."
"What? Some old flame texting you?" Izzie laughed, trying to grab the phone to see.
"Iz, no..."
She put her hand to her mouth. "Not text? Dirty pictures...?"
"Just forget it. She's obviously not willing to take no for an answer."
"Did you sleep with her?"
"No – she wasn't my type."
Izzie raised her eyebrows. "Seriously? You resisted a female's obvious charms?"
"Give me a break, Izzie." Mark deleted the message before she could grab the phone. "I'm not entirely amoral, despite what Morgan probably told you."
Izzie smiled. "She did tell me some scandalous things, but I like to make up my own mind. And you do have some redeeming qualities," she added with a little smirk, taking his hand.
"Oh, I do, babe, and I will be happy to redeem myself further somewhere much more comfortable than this. I have a suite at the Ritz, with room service..." His eyes danced with promise.
"Then let's go, lover. I'm suddenly starving," Izzie giggled. "Just let me try to straighten my clothes, so I don't look hopelessly dishevelled."
"Oh I don't know, I like the 'freshly fucked' look myself," he teased her, just as there was an impatient knock on the door.
"Busted." Izzie laughed again. Something about being with Mark made her feel more light-hearted and happy than she could recall being. And with a nod, Mark took her hand, and they sailed out the door and the woman waiting outside, who gave them an incredulous look as they went by.