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Newfound Love Ch. 01

By: angelicsounds



She stood shifting her weight from foot to foot. Octavia knew that it was a mistake coming to the conference alone, but somehow she had convinced herself that this conference would be different from the last one. Octavia had spent a good portion of the last conference in her room, alone, and it looked like this one was shaping up to be the same way. It wasn't that she was unfriendly, she just found it hard to put herself out there at first. It took a lot of warming up for her to come around and a 3 day conference really didn't provide much time for a warm up period. 

Octavia had always been shy as a girl growing up in a predominantly black neighborhood while attending predominantly white private schools. It set her apart from many of her peers, feeling as if she weren't black enough for some and too black for others. The constant attempts to balance her life led her inward, finding comfort in herself and her love for music. She played the saxophone, finding nothing more soothing than feeling her fingers move haphazardly over the keys while producing sultry, sweet tones that made her shiver. She found ways to express herself and vent, writing nightly in a journal. She continued to write in her journal to this day, but back then, it was a necessity for survival rather than just being a fun thing to do. She wrote about her worries, her cares, her fears and her loves. It was what kept her going through middle school. 

When she got to junior high, she began to find ways to relate to others, joining as many sports as she could. Octavia could no longer stand the secluded lifestyle she was living because of the schools that she went to. It took a lot of cajoling, but in the end, Octavia was able to convince her mom to let her go to the local public high school. There, Octavia joined clubs, played volleyball, and marched with the band. It was a time for her to experiment with what she wanted in life. In college, she had the epiphany that she wanted to help children who were having trouble coping with their lives. It seemed that as a psychologist she could fulfill her new found purpose in life. After graduating from a great institution, Octavia spent the next five years of her life in graduate school, becoming a developmental psychologist. 

That was how she found herself in Boston, which was the farthest she had ever been away from her home in Minnesota. She was attending the national conference for psychologists. She had tried to get a few of her colleagues to come with her, but they all had other plans it seemed. Octavia was ready to branch out and learn about new ways to deal with her patients. Now, she found herself regretting her choice to come. She thought about returning to her room and ordering room service, instead of walking around the confusing streets of Boston to find something to eat. While she was trying to make up her mind, she saw him...and her breath caught in her throat. 

Whoever he was, he was gorgeous. He stood about 6'2" and seemed to exude a sort of quiet strength that made her stomach flip. His sandy brown hair, which was graying on the sides, was pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes were a soft blue and if she had to guess, she would place him at about 45 years old. He was definitely older than her 28 years. She had to wonder if he would even give her a second look if she walked by him. Amazing. It was the only word that she could think of to describe him. He was dressed in a very sharp looking suit that had to have cost him a pretty penny. 

Octavia stood, staring at the older man, thinking to herself that it should be a crime for a man to be able to age so well. He was definitely in shape and it wouldn't surprise her if he worked out a lot during the week. Octavia let out a heartfelt sigh. She hadn't had a boyfriend since her junior year in college, choosing to focus on her career instead, and now she was contemplating the jump to middle-aged men? She just shook her head. She probably didn't have a chance with the guy anyway. Octavia took him in one last time, starting the journey up his body from his expensive shoes. When she reached his eyes, to her surprise he was looking back at her. 

Octavia immediately felt her cheeks heat and turned away from the object of her lusting. She turned and walked away swiftly. Hotel room it was. Maybe, if she was lucky, she wouldn't see her mysterious stranger again for the remainder of the conference. There was a good chance that she wouldn't, seeing that he didn't have the obligatory nametag that labeled the psychologists and allowed them access to the talks that weekend. She relaxed a bit as she made it to the elevators. Pushing the up button, she willed the elevator to arrive faster so that she could escape the awkwardness that she was feeling right then. With the 'ding' of the elevator, Octavia breathed a sigh of relief. She shuffled into the elevator car, only to turn and see her eye candy quickly approaching. 'Oh crap!' was the thought that ran through her head over and over again. What to do? What to do? 

Marcus strode purposefully into the elevator and pushed the button for his floor. He really didn't need to go to his room, but he wanted to get a better look at the exquisite creature that he had seen checking him out across the lobby. She was a scrumptious caramel color, with expressive brown eyes. At the moment, they were conveying her nervousness about the situation very clearly. She stood about 5'7" to his 6'2" and she was mostly all legs, which was great since he was a leg man. And what a pair of legs she had. They were long and slender, with just a hint of muscle underneath. She had a smooth, sleek stride that reminded Marcus of a jungle cat. He bet that there was some real power in her legs. While she was checking him out before, he had been admiring her boobs as well as her legs. She seemed to be somewhere between a B and C cup, either way, it would make a nice handful. 

She had yet to push the button for a floor, so Marcus took the opportunity to talk to her, if only briefly. It wasn't like Marcus to get so worked up about a girl, but it had also been two years since his divorce and the closure that he needed before he could move on had been a long time coming. 

"Are you going to the 12th floor too?" At the sound of his voice, her head shot up and her eyes were wide, like a deer in the headlights. 

Octavia barely managed to stammer out a reply. "Y-y-yes. That's...my floor." 

Marcus stuck out his hand. "Marcus Ross." 

Octavia took his hand and delivered a firm handshake. If her voice was going to be weak, at the very least she could be strong in her handshake. "Octavia Davis. It's a pleasure to meet you." 

"The pleasure is all mine. So, what brings you to Boston?" 

"I'm attending a...a psychology conference." 

Marcus's brows shot up in surprise. He was here for the same conference, but he decided not to let on about it just yet. "Oh really? You're into psychology? That's interesting. How's that going for you?" 

"Just fine. Thank you. What about you?" Octavia felt her insides turning to jelly. This man was absolutely breath-taking and he was actually talking to her. It was like a dream come true. Unfortunately, dreams always come to an end. As if to emphasize the thought, the elevator 'dinged' and the doors opened. 

"I'm in town for...business as well. It was a pleasure meeting you Octavia. Perhaps we will see each other again soon." He turned and walked down the hall toward his room, leaving Octavia to stare after him outside the elevators. Her room was in the same direction, but she couldn't seem to move. She waited until he was out of sight, turning the corner that would take him to the wing that his room was in, before she slowly made her way to her room. She was overwhelmed, but she was also glad that she could find her voice to talk to the man so she wouldn't look like a complete idiot. 

Octavia shook her head and walked to her bed after entering Room 1207. She knew that he was just making small talk, but the way he looked at her when he spoke made Octavia's legs feel weak. She laid back with a sigh, a guy like that would never be interested in her. He was tall, handsome and mature. He probably thought of her as a kid or something. She wondered if she would get a chance to talk to him again. Octavia hoped that she would. His voice was so smooth and sensual, it made her want to melt. She had never really been into dating white guys, but this man, Marcus, made her want to change that real quick. Heck, he made her want to get naked and throw herself at him. That wouldn't happen though, she was too shy to come on strong. She would just have to settle for fantasizing about him. 

Marcus sat in his room looking down at his key card. He slipped it back into the small card holder that had his room number on it, Room 1203. It was a nice room, having a queen sized bed instead of the usual two full beds. He got up and flipped on the television. If he was in his room, he might as well do something. He knew that if left to his own devices, he would just masturbate about the sensuous black woman that he just chased. After talking to her, he realized that she didn't realize how fantastic she was, how beautiful, and she definitely didn't realize just how much he wanted to rip off her clothes and take her against the wall of the elevator. That was why he parted company with her so quickly. If he spent another minute in her presence, she would have ended up underneath him in front of the elevators. He had to get himself in check. He wanted her, but he wanted her to come to him willingly. He only had a couple of days to convince her that he was worthy of her, but that was okay. Marcus knew that he always got what he wanted and what he wanted right then was a hot night of great sex with his newfound black princess.

Newfound Love Ch. 02



Octavia sat in the third row listening to the speaker drone on about his latest research. She wished that she could pay more attention, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. The feeling began that morning as she made her way through the breakfast line. The hotel's food was actually decent and Octavia was thankful that she didn't have to cook for herself for once. As she sat at a table in the corner by herself, she began to feel like a pair of eyes had set their sights on her. She looked around for the culprit, but there was no one there that seemed at all interested in the quiet black woman in the corner. Perhaps she was imagining it all. She had been accused of being paranoid before. Octavia shook it off and continued to eat her breakfast. After returning to her room to change into her casual suit, she headed down to hear the different speakers at the conference. She had sat through four talks and although she found the topics interesting and useful for her practice, she was also consumed by the niggling feeling she had in the back of her mind. What was going on? 

Marcus could barely contain himself at the talk. He could see Octavia sitting a few rows in front of him. He wanted to make himself known to her, but at the same time, he didn't want to scare her away. Octavia needed some gentle coaxing to get her to come out of her shell. He couldn't help but wonder what she would be like when she finally emerged as her true self. It seemed that if he wanted to earn her trust, it would take more than just the weekend because she was so shy. But, was he willing to take that time? It was that thought that made him wish for just one night with her, quick and without commitment. But, there was that tightening that he felt inside when he looked at her that made him rethink his stance. Would he really be satisfied with one encounter with such an exquisite beauty? It was a question that threatened to keep him up the night before. He had finally fallen into a fitful sleep at around 5 am. Marcus dreamed of her, her soft face, her deep brown eyes, her full lips. He couldn't get her out of his head, out of his system, and he hadn't even touched her yet. Marcus felt like a teenager with his flood of hormones and confusion. What was going on? 

As soon as the talk was over, instead of talking to the speaker as she usually did, Octavia rushed out of the room, feeling almost naked to the eyes that she felt were constantly on her. She hurried over to the water fountain that was down the hall from the room and took long gulps of the refreshing water. Octavia stood up and took a breath only to have it taken away again by the sight of the handsome Marcus. He was speaking to a small group of women outside the door that she had exited only a few minutes earlier and the women were definitely flirting with him. How did she not notice he was there? What was he doing there? Were his eyes the ones that she felt? A million questions rushed through her head at that moment. She couldn't believe that a man like him would find her attractive, so she dismissed the idea of him watching her, although it was a flattering thought. She straightened her dark blue slacks and made sure that her cream colored button down shirt was tucked into place. She had removed her suit jacket earlier and thought about putting it back on. Unfortunately, the hotel was being kept unusually warm that morning, so she would go without the jacket. Octavia strode purposefully past Marcus and his groupies, looking briefly in their direction before turning her eyes back to the hallway in front of her. It was silly of her to have even considered the possibility that Marcus was interested in her. Besides, what could possibly happen in a weekend? There wasn't enough time to get to know him and establish some kind of relationship with him. She would just have to forget about him...somehow. 

Octavia was making her way to the elevator when a hand grabbed her elbow gently. She turned around quickly to see Marcus towering above her with a sweet smile on his face. She felt herself drowning in the deep pools of his beautiful blue eyes. She could feel that her mouth was hanging open, but at the moment, she couldn't seem to find the willpower to close it. She was under his spell. 

Marcus had quickly brushed off the women he was talking to off in order to catch up with Octavia. He didn't want to loose her after he spent most of the morning tracking her down. He felt a bit stalkerish, but it was for a good reason. He had to get to know this gorgeous woman before they parted ways. "Hey! I was afraid I missed you. How has your morning been so far?" 

Octavia's neurons were slow to fire. She was still trying to process the fact that he had come after her and was at the moment touching her. Marcus tilted his head to the side in question and Octavia realized she still hadn't said anything. She could feel her cheeks heat as she mumbled her reply. "Fine..." 

Marcus chuckled. She was so cute when she was flustered and he loved the way her nipples were poking through her blouse at the moment. They looked like a tasty treat. He only hoped he hadn't totally scared her off. "I noticed you were heading to the elevator. Going back up to your room so quickly?" 

Octavia just nodded. She didn't know what to say and her mouth seemed to be having trouble forming words. 

"So, does that mean you don't have lunch plans? If you don't, would you like to accompany me to lunch. We can go wherever you like." 

Octavia's brain was about ready to quit on her. Had he really asked her out to lunch? Octavia willed her mouth to work. "I don't have any plans...I would love to go with you, if it's not too much trouble." 

Marcus's smile spread until it seemed that he was grinning from ear to ear. "Great! Let's go." Marcus continued to hold on to her elbow as her guided her through the lobby and out onto the bustling street. They chose a restaurant that was a couple of blocks from the hotel. The pair settled into the booth and gazed at each other from across the table. Marcus wished that it was darker, so the mood would be more romantic, but it would do. 

Octavia looked nervously down at her hands, which were folded in her lap. He waited until she looked back up at him to start speaking to her again. "So, tell me more about yourself, Octavia Davis." 

Octavia suppressed a giggle and thought about what she should tell him. She began by telling him about her current job, working at a developmental laboratory set up for observing children in various stages of growth. She was hoping to change jobs soon, but didn't know where she wanted to go or what she wanted to do. She was looking for a change of scenery and pace. Minnesota was a great place to learn and discover new people, but it was so cold in the winter. She worked in a smaller town outside the Twin Cities and although she loved it, she needed to get away. She told him briefly about her childhood and ended with a quick overview of her college years. 

Marcus sat and absorbed every piece of information that came out of Octavia's mouth. She was fascinating and he was so glad that he had taken the time to get to know her just a little bit better. After she finished, she apologized for droning on, stating that it was so rare that anyone asked her about herself in a serous manner, that she tended to ramble on when it did happen. Marcus assured her that he wasn't in the least bit upset or offended and he wished that she would tell him more. She shook her head, already feeling as if she revealed too much to this man that she had just met. "Tell me about Marcus. That's who I'm curious to know about." 

Marcus shrugged. What was there to tell? He grew up in a small town in Missouri. It turned out that the town was way too small for the likes of him. He felt cramped, so he left to make his name in Hollywood. Unfortunately, his dreams of becoming a star soon faded, but it did a lot to make him realize that he needed a good education and a good job in order to find a good wife. He had tried his hand at marriage, but it hadn't worked out for either of them. To say they parted amicably would be laughable. They had been at each other's throats throughout the entire proceedings. The only thing that prevented Marcus from strangling his wife was that he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him in jail. Marcus realized that he probably shouldn't have been sharing that with the woman he wanted to sleep with, but there was something about her, in her eyes, that made him feel like he could tell her anything and she wouldn't judge him. He continued to tell her about moving and starting over again as a hospital psychiatrist. It was a taxing job, but at least he was helping others and it took away from the hurt that he was feeling from the divorce. Once he had finished, Marcus looked into Octavia's eyes. It looked as if she was ready to cry. 

Octavia sighed; overwhelmed that Marcus had shared so much of himself with her. She was honored. They finished their meal, talking about lighter subjects and when they left, Octavia placed her hand in his. Marcus was a little shocked at her display of affection, but he didn't mind. She was just what he needed right then. 

Octavia hadn't judged him and she was still willing to be near him, even after he told her of his violent dreams about his wife. She just nodded and smiled. She didn't scold him, like his friends, she just accepted him and that stage of his life. Octavia was so young and inexperienced in comparison to him, he almost rethought his desire to have her. But, her gentle, giving nature made him want to stay in her presence for as long as he possibly could. Perhaps Octavia was someone who could help him heal. Marcus still wanted her sexually, there was no doubt about it, but he also saw potential in their relationship. Potential for what, he didn't quite know. They parted ways, agreeing to meet up for dinner and drinks later. Octavia could hardly wait. Marcus was still debating whether this woman was one night stand material or was she worth something more to him. Only time would tell.



Newfound Love Ch. 03



Octavia waited in front of the elevators, smoothing down the flowing peach skirt that fell just above her knees. It was her favorite skirt because it showed off her legs and the shape of her hips. The white blouse she chose to accompany it was sleeveless and made her feel sexy. The low whistle that reached her ears made her turn. A slow easy smile spread across her face and one word fell from her lips. "Marcus..." 

Marcus strolled up and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. It was the perfect way to greet his newfound princess. He didn't want to scare her off, but he also wanted to convey the fact that he was comfortable around her. Her intoxicating scent seemed to engulf him when he leaned in. Octavia smelled like a mixture vanilla and roses. Marcus found himself itching to get close to her, just to breathe in her essence again. But, for her sake, he would have to restrain himself. Everything would come to fruition in good time. He extended the crook of his arm out to his lovely date. Octavia looked down at her feet briefly, as if she was embarrassed, then she brought her arm under Marcus', resting her hand on his forearm. They walked out of the hotel together, each wondering what the night would bring. 

Octavia took in Marcus' appearance. He was dressed in a pair of nice black slacks that looked impeccable on him. The dark blue shirt that he wore brought out the blue of his eyes, making them seem more vibrant. He was gorgeous. Octavia could hardly believe that she was going to dinner with the handsome gentleman to her left. She worried that he saw her as being too young for him. She was younger than him and less experienced than most, but she knew that if he gave her a chance, she would try her hardest to please him. 

She had the crazy desire to pull his hair out of the ponytail that it was always in and run her fingers through it. She longed to have it brush softly against her face as they lay intertwined, engaging in the most satisfying sexual encounter ever. But Octavia was not the one night stand type of girl. She wanted a relationship. She wanted happily ever after and although Marcus would contribute some great genes to any kids that he fathered, Octavia doubted that he would be willing to father her children. 'He has just gotten over his previous marriage, for heavens sake. Why would he want to jump into a serious relationship with me?' Octavia's brow furrowed as she tried to mentally shake herself back into reality. 

Marcus looked over at his companion. She was thinking about something. Marcus tried to stifle his chuckle as he peered at her. She heard him though, and her head swung up, looking at him with wide eyes. Marcus felt his breath catch in his throat. Octavia had the most beautiful eyes and they seemed to invite him to fall into them and get lost. He stared back at her for a few more moments before regaining his train of thought. "A penny for your thoughts, Octavia." 

Octavia felt the heat rush to her cheeks. What was she supposed to say? I was fantasizing about pleasing you? Yeah, right, like she was going to fess up to that. For all she knew, Marcus could be thinking of her as just a friend or as a little sister. Now was not the time for her to lay her feelings for him out on the table. "I..I was just trying to decide what I wanted for dinner." 

Marcus smiled warmly at her. She was not a good liar. He could see that she wasn't being totally truthful when he looked down into the depths of her eyes. He chose to dismiss it and let her think that he believed her little story. "Well, you have plenty of time to think about that. We haven't even gotten to the restaurant yet. In the meantime, why don't you tell me about the rest of your day?"

While they walked to the restaurant, Octavia told him of the talks that she attended, becoming very animated when she discussed topics that particularly drew her in. Marcus could only smile. She was something, alright. He was just glad that she let him into her life. He was still contemplating what to do. Would he settle for just one night? Would she give him that night, knowing that he would be leaving the next day to go back to his life and she to hers? There probably wouldn't be much opportunity to get together in the future, with her planning her big move and all. Marcus sighed. 

Marcus knew wanted to be in her life somehow. He didn't want Octavia to go back to Minnesota and forget about him. He desired to have her want to talk to him after the conference was over. She was someone he could talk to and not feel like she was looking down on him. It was something about her that he cherished. 

They arrived at the restaurant where Marcus had made reservations. He made sure to have them seated somewhere where they could talk and have a somewhat romantic atmosphere. They took their seats in a secluded booth near the back of the restaurant. Octavia's smile as she looked at the table bathed in candlelight made all his efforts worth it. Marcus sat next to Octavia in the booth, not wanting to have to lean over the table to hear her. He also wanted to be able to luxuriate in her rosy, vanilla scent. She was intoxicating without even knowing it. Her hair was pulled up into some sort of bun, which left her neck bare. Marcus found himself wishing that he could lean over and suck on her neck, marking her as his. 

The possessiveness of his last thought startled him. Mark her? She was hardly his, but something inside of him craved her like nothing else in the world. Octavia was studying the menu that had been set in front of her. Her nose was scrunched up and her bottom lip was being chewed on, as if she were deep in thought. Marcus could have just grabbed her and kissed the breath out of her. He wondered what would happen if he did. She might run off, especially if she saw him as just a friend. Marcus wanted so much more than what friendship would bring. He wanted his princess in bed. 

Octavia knew she was staring hard at the menu, but she could help it. It was kind of dark at the table, and while it was romantic, it made it harder to see the menu from where she was sitting. She would have grabbed the candle and pulled it over to herself, but she was afraid that she would set everything on fire. It would be just like her to screw everything up by setting Marcus ablaze. That would surely have him running for the hills. She sighed and looked over at Marcus. He was looking at her so intently; Octavia briefly wondered if she had something on her face. She raised an eyebrow, cautiously regarding him as he continued to stare at her. His eyes had a far away look in them. Her gaze shifted to his lips as he licked them. 

Octavia could feel the heat rushing to her face. Those lips and that tongue inspired many dirty thoughts and she nearly came at the idea of his lips on various parts of her body. One part in particular...she tried her hardest to bite back the moan that accompanied that fantasy, but she failed. When she looked back up, Marcus was the one with the raised eyebrow and Octavia wished she could melt into the booth. He just had to come back to earth when she was staring at his lips, didn't he? She sighed and was about to explain, when it happened. 

If her brain couldn't process him coming after her to talk to her by the elevator earlier that day, it sure as hell was even going to start trying to figure out why his lips were on hers. Her brain shut off all conscious thought and Octavia became aware of the sweet pressure that Marcus was exerting. The kiss was soft, but demanding. He wanted things that Octavia didn't realize she had to give. But, oh, she would try if he would keep kissing her. His tongue grazed her lips and she opened them to allow him access.

Marcus deepened the kiss pulling her closer to him, as if he wanted every inch of her touching him. And he did. He was tempted to lay her down in the booth and show her that he was everything that she had dreamed of in a man, but Octavia wasn't that kind of girl. She would probably blush to high heaven when he pulled away, just from the kiss they were sharing. And what a kiss it was. 

Marcus had been imagining what lay beneath the skirt that Octavia was wearing when he became aware that Octavia had noticed his intense gaze. It was just that he wasn't about to stop. He was memorizing each millimeter of skin that was exposed to him. He wanted kiss and lick it all. It was only the fact that they were in public that held his impulse in check. But, when Octavia's eyes fell to his lips and she sucked in her bottom lip to stifle a soft moan, it was then he knew he was lost. He wouldn't leave that booth without tasting her; in fact, he wouldn't go another minute without lovely Octavia's lips pressed against his own. As soon as she had her fill of his lips, he swooped down and claimed hers. 

Her mouth was so...delicious. As were the sweet sighs that accompanied the kiss. Marcus knew that if he didn't stop right then, he wouldn't stop at all. Octavia made him burn and he wanted to consume her and make her just as hot for him. But, not at the table. He would save the devouring for later. 

Marcus pulled away slowly, looking into Octavia's eyes as they flew open. It was a mistake looking into those brown orbs. The moment her eyes settled on him, he was kissing her again.

Octavia's brain was about to go on strike. There were no coherent thoughts to be had and just when she thought it was safe to think again, here was Marcus kissing her senseless. The man was a nuisance, at least where thinking was concerned. 

Octavia had only dreamt of the things that were happening right now. She could feel Marcus' hands roaming the curves of her body and for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to care. It must have been because her brain was on the fritz. Yes, that was it. If her brain was working properly, she would never let herself be caressed in such a sensual manner in public. But, then again, she had never been with such a handsome, passionate man in public. She was convinced that if he asked, she would do just about anything, including run a marathon naked. 

Octavia brought her hands up to Marcus' chest. She wanted to push him away, but found herself stroking him, feeling the muscles that were rippling beneath his shirt. She was right, the man worked out. Octavia could feel her panties clinging to her wetness and decided that she should at least eat before proceeding to rip the clothes off of the man next to her. 

This time Octavia broke the kiss, her chest heaving, trying to catch the breath that Marcus stole from her. Marcus was breathing just as hard, but that wasn't the only thing that was...hard. Marcus hoped that she wouldn't notice who else had joined their dinner party. After they had pried themselves apart and were resituated, the waiter came over with two glasses of water and walked away saying, "You two looked like you needed a drink." 

Once again, Octavia wished she could melt into the booth. That was embarrassing. Marcus just shrugged and took a long gulp of water. Then he proceeded to play with his napkin, adjust his shirt, and twirl the menu on the table. Octavia figured he was just trying to keep his hands off of her. She smiled, liking the idea that he couldn't resist her. The waiter came back after a bit and took their orders. They made small talk, getting to know more about each other while waiting for their food. 

Once the food came, the conversation lulled, but it was a comfortable silence. Octavia was so intrigued by Marcus. Everything that he chose to share with her only made him more desirable in her eyes. He was real. He had lived and wasn't afraid to show it. Sure, he had some battle scars, who didn't? The thing that Octavia admired the most was the fact that he didn't let those old wounds stop him from continuing to live. She only wished that she had his courage. Then perhaps she wouldn't be afraid to take the next step, to make the next move. 

As the night went on, Marcus itched to touch her. Her every gesture and every face that she made called to him on the most basic level. He wanted her something fierce. What was he going to do? Could he give her everything he knew she wanted and needed? He couldn't find the answers. Marcus could only play it by ear at this point. 

After dinner, they walked to a small bar that was close to the hotel. Octavia rarely drank, but she enjoyed talking to Marcus and didn't want the night to end. They discussed music, sports, politics, basically anything that popped into one of their heads. They laughed together and Octavia couldn't seem to stop her heart from racing every time his deep laugh rumbled in his chest. They decided to call it a night at 11pm, but when they got to the hotel lobby, they sat together on a couch and continued their conversation about jazz music. 

A long yawn interrupted Octavia's explanation of how she first began playing the sax. Marcus let out a heartfelt sigh. He didn't want the night to end, but Octavia was wilting before his eyes. "Alright, V, it's time to get you into bed." 

A devilish smile played across Octavia's lips as she thought of whose bed she wanted to get into. But, despite the drinks, Octavia couldn't bring herself to be that forward. She wanted to be with Marcus, but the conference was ending the next day. Could she live with herself if she had a one night stand with Marcus? Would he see her as some kind of slut? Octavia didn't think she could handle it if he did and she knew that one night with Marcus wouldn't do. She wanted more, but she could tell that at this point in his life, Marcus wasn't ready for more. She would have to settle for spending time with him and cherishing every moment they spent together. Maybe one day...it was too much to hope. Octavia dismissed the thought and slowly stood. "I guess you're right. I've been fighting off sleep for some time now." 

As they stood in the elevator, Marcus felt the urge to grab her again, reminding him of the first time he laid eyes on Octavia. She was so timid, as she was now, but there was so much more to her inside that shell of hers. Looking at her as she smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt, he briefly wondered what he would find under the skirt. He wished that he could find out when they reached the 12th floor, but Marcus was too concerned about Octavia's feelings. He couldn't hurt her the way he knew he would if he took her back to the hotel and fucked her 'til the sun came up. They would part ways the next day and he couldn't promise her anything. 

And so, their night together ended in front of Octavia's room door. Marcus laughed because his room was only a few doors away, a fact he pointed out to Octavia. He gave her a kiss to remember him by, and oh would she remember. 

The kiss was supposed to be a chaste, friendly one, but it evolved quickly and Marcus found himself tempted to take Octavia against her door. He could feel his hardness pressing into her mound and all he wanted was to be inside her at that moment. His hands explored, her hands clutched his shoulders in a death grip. Eventually, hers traveled up to free his hair and play in it. The kiss seemed to last forever, but they had to stop. Marcus pulled himself away, resting his forehead briefly on hers, and huskily thanked her for the wonderful night. Octavia nodded, it was all she could manage to do. If his kiss was that passionate and amazing, she couldn't imagine what his loving would do to her. It would probably drive her mad. 

Marcus walked away, quickly adjusting the raging hard on that he had. Octavia stood and watched him go to his room. She let herself into hers and leaned heavily against the door. That man was going to be the end of her. She undressed and lay in her bed. She couldn't let the night end like this, could she?



Newfound Love Ch. 04



As Octavia lay in her bed, contemplating her next move, Marcus was down the hall, doing the exact same thing. Marcus had gone through all the possible scenarios, trying to decide what his next move was going to be. He kept telling himself to let her go, to let her find a man with less baggage and fewer years under his belt. Marcus wanted to let her move on with her life, but there was...something. There was something inside of her that called to him. Something that was convinced that he couldn't just let her go, that he wouldn't be satisfied with just one night. Something inside him knew that Octavia was special and that she deserved much more than he had originally planned to give her. He only wished that they had met under different circumstances.

Octavia, after saying good night to Marcus in such a manner, was finding it impossible to sleep. She was consumed by the thought of Marcus' lips on hers. It must have been the hundredth time that she had thought about it, but his kisses were addictive and she could only seem to think about how she could get more of them. 

Octavia was startled out of her thoughts by her cell phone's ringtone. She picked it up and quickly flipped it open. "Hello?" 

"Tavia, it's me, Olivia." 

"Hey, Liv. To what do I owe this pleasure? And at 1am, no less." Octavia leaned back and got comfortable. Conversations with her sister, Olivia, usually took a while, even if it was early in the morning. 

"You know I don't sleep at normal times now with this baby kicking me. It seems to like to wait until I get good and comfortable, and then BAM, all out war in my belly. Your niece or nephew is sure taking after its auntie in being a pain in the butt." 

"Yeah, yeah. No more of a pain that its mother was growing up. In fact, you're still a pain and this phone call is evidence of it." Octavia bit back a sigh. It wasn't as if she was sleeping, how could she with Marcus on her mind, but it was the principle of the thing. She had to make a fuss or one a.m. phone calls would become the norm. 

Olivia laughed before she continued talking. "I was just thinking about you, little sis, and I thought that I should give you a call to see how things were going. I know that you don't usually like those conferences because of all the people...How is this one going for you?" 

Octavia sighed. Should she tell Liv about Marcus? Well, Olivia might have some insight about how to get Marcus' attention for longer than just tomorrow. "I met someone."

Olivia was silent and Octavia could tell that she was trying to process the statement.

"You met someone? As in a friend or as in a man?" 

"A man...and what a man he is. Liv, he is so handsome. He made me melt from the moment I laid eyes on him and his kisses, goodness, his kisses are amazing."

"You've kissed him? You've only been there for what, two days, and you're already making out with the man? Tell me more about the guy who's bringing my baby sister out of her shell." Olivia was intrigued.

Octavia began to tell Olivia everything, beginning with how she had spotted Marcus and he had followed her into the elevator. Octavia knew that in order to get the best advice, she was going to have to spill it all, including how old Marcus was, which she knew was going to cause some tension between her and her sister. 

"He's an older man? So, when you say older, how much older do you mean?" Olivia wanted to know.

"Um...15 years older," Octavia answered hesitantly.

"Octavia, are you serious? Seriously? 15 years? The man was in high school when you were being born. Talk about a frickin' generational gap. What in the heck were you thinking, getting involved with a man like that?" Olivia couldn't believe it. She knew that Octavia would probably end up with someone older than herself by a few years, but her finding a 43-year-old man to bed never crossed her mind. 

If Octavia wasn't so pissed, she might have laughed at Olivia's non-use of cuss words. Olivia was working on not cursing, saying that if she was going to be a mother, she was going to have to stop using profane language. After she had used every curse word in the book along with some new inventive ones when she got rid of her ex-boyfriend, she decided that she needed to cut back. Octavia couldn't disagree with that.

Olivia was pregnant with her first child and she couldn't have been happier, even if the baby was conceived through a sperm bank donor. Olivia had come to the point in her life where she wanted a baby and, though the man she had been dating walked out on her because of her decision, she had done what she believed was right for her. 

"Liv, I don't need you lecturing me. I understand that age does matter in some respects, but in the ones that I'm concerned about, it has no bearing at all. So, the man has lived. He has more experience in life and in love. But, that's what makes him so appealing to me. He's in a place where he knows what he wants. If that's not me, then better for me to know now than to have him play silly games with my heart. I'll end up less hurt that way, if it doesn't work out. Besides, I'm jumping ahead of myself here. We've gone out on one date. Just because he kissed me doesn't mean that Marcus will want to see me after tomorrow." Octavia wanted to believe that he would, but there was no telling, especially since Marcus had gotten closure on his divorce. 

"So, you're willing to fight with me over this guy, but you're planning to just let him walk out of your life tomorrow? Unacceptable."

Octavia laughed. "Unacceptable? Weren't you just the one giving me a piece of your mind because you feel he's too old for me? Now, you're changing your tune and telling me that I shouldn't let him just leave tomorrow?" 

"Tavia, as much as I hate the fact that he's so much older, I also have to recognize that you care for this man. You haven't really been with anyone in so long...the fact that he makes you realize that you're a woman with a libido and a pussy that's ready and willing, tells me something. You're at least going to have to see where it can go. It's just my sisterly duty to voice my displeasure at his age. Besides, when mom freaks out about it, I can at least say that I told you so." 

Octavia continued to chuckle at her sister's words. Olivia always knew how to put things in perspective. It was true, it had been a long time since she had shown any interest in a man. Perhaps it was time to see where things would go. 

*******

Marcus sat at the desk provided by the hotel, surfing the internet and wondering what Octavia was up to at that moment. He hoped that she had gone to bed to dream of him, but another part of him wished that she was awake, sitting up and thinking about him just as intensely as he was thinking of her. 

The light knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts. He wasn't expecting anyone and he hadn't ordered room service. He hoped it wasn't one of those women that had been trying to catch his eye for most of the conference. He only had eyes for one woman currently, and she was in her room, probably sleeping the night away. 

With a sigh, Marcus stood and went to the door. He opened it a crack before throwing it open. It was Octavia. Lovely, sweet Octavia was standing before him looking just as amazing as ever. This time she was clad in a pair of jeans that seemed to hug her curves just right and a plain white t-shirt that was stretched across her bosom. 

Before he could stop himself, his lips were crushed against hers. He hadn't even let her talk, he didn't even know why she was there, but he couldn't find it in himself to care at the moment. All he wanted was to savor the woman that he held in his arms. She tasted so good and her scent only seemed to enhance his arousal. Oh, yes, he was rock hard and pressing into the rough denim of Octavia's jeans. The kiss continued and as Octavia's hands came to rest in his hair, which he had down instead of its usual ponytail, his fingers slipped down to play at the hem of her shirt. 

Octavia found herself wishing that Marcus would let her think once in a while. It seemed as if every time she was around the man he was kissing her senseless. When he opened the door wearing only a pair of flannel pajama pants, the hard planes of his body made her mouth hang open. He still had a well-formed six pack and Octaiva wanted to trace those muscles with her tongue. Her eyes flickered upwards briefly, then widened as Marcus swooped in on her. She couldn't tell how long they stood there in the hallway, their lips coming together over and over again. All she knew was that she didn't want to stop anytime soon. 

Marcus broke the kiss first and buried his face in Octavia's neck, pressing his mouth against her soft skin. She could feel him murmuring, his lips brushing her neck, tickling her. 

"Octavia, I want you so much," Marcus whispered.

Octavia moaned before the ding of the elevator in the distance reminded her of where they were. "Marcus...Marcus, stop." 

Marcus pulled back, afraid that he had been too aggressive with her. He had forgotten that Octavia was somewhat inexperienced when it came to men and had lost his head. "Octavia, princess, I...I'm sorry. I just...I..I don't know what came over me." 

Octavia smiled up at him. She hadn't seen Marcus blush before and it was kind of a turn on to see such a strong man get embarrassed like that, especially since she was the cause of his reddened cheeks. 

"No, no, Marcus, it's not that. It's just that we're in the hallway...and I thought that, well, if we were going to continue, we should probably be in your room." Octavia looked down, slightly embarrassed that the words had actually left her mouth. 

Marcus' eyebrows shot up. "If we're going to continue?" A downright wolfish smile spread across his face. 

Before Octavia could even manage to blink she found herself being swept into Marcus' room and pressed back against the door. Marcus leaned into her, his lips hovering just above her ear. "Octavia, my dear, there are no if, ands, or buts about it. You're going to be mine tonight." 

She wanted to ask if he was willing to give her more than just tonight, but the fear of hearing his answer kept her quiet. Well, that and the fact that Marcus was kissing her again. Octavia assured herself that she would bring it up before she left the next day. She wasn't going to leave without asking him for more, as much as he was willing to give. And with that, she let herself go, so that she could experience Marcus and enjoy him instead of worrying about the future. 

Marcus pressed her up against the door, lifting her shirt and running his hands underneath, feeling the soft skin that he had just been fantasizing about not to long before. One hand was splayed behind Octavia's back, inching up to unhook her bra, the other moved downwards, dipping into her navel before continuing to the button on her jeans. He listened to her moans, muffled by his lips and took pride in the fact that he could wring such responses from his princess. 

Octavia couldn't seem to control herself. Once she felt Marcus' hands on her body, she knew nothing other than the need to feel him inside of her. In order to hurry things along, she pushed at the waistband of Marcus' pajama pants, lowering them until gravity took over and they fell to the floor. She broke away from Marcus' kiss, trying to get a glimpse of his cock. 

"Let me see it, baby," Octavia mumbled as Marcus began trailing kisses down her neck. 

He stopped and looked up at her, smiling. "Your wish is my command, princess." 

Marcus stepped back, pulling her shirt and bra off as he moved. Octavia looked down and she felt her mouth fall open. It was becoming her usual reaction to Marcus' body it seemed. She knew it was rude to stare, but she couldn't help it. Marcus' cock was beautiful. It was long, thick and proud, sprouting from a patch of dark brown hair. She wondered briefly if she could take it all into her mouth and as quick as the thought flittered across her mind, her body reacted and she found herself on her knees in front of him. 

Marcus watched as Octavia lowered herself to the ground and waited. He wanted to tell her to open her mouth and suck his cock, but he would wait for her because he knew that she hadn't had that much experience with men and he didn't want to scare her off. He would let her take her time now, but the next time, he might not be so patient. Instead, he busied himself with memorizing landscape of Octavia's body, taking in the curve of her breast, her dark-tipped nipples, and smoothness of her belly.

"May I?" Octavia glanced upwards, capturing Marcus in her innocent and alluring gaze. 

"Of course, princess. My body is yours to explore. Touch me, taste me and I'll let you know if you're doing anything that I don't like." 

"Do you like this?" Octavia asked she leaned forward and licked the underside of his balls, from the back to the front. She pulled back and watched as his balls churned inside of their sack. 

"Yes. Lick my balls, baby. I love it." Marcus was so aroused and he couldn't tell if it was because of the tentative and inquisitive way that Octavia touched him or if it was because she sat in front of him, topless, her breasts swaying softly and her mouth inches from his dick. 

Octavia obliged him, drowning his balls in saliva. Her tongue played with each one, circling them before she sucked them into her mouth. She listened as Marcus' breath hitched. He groaned, leaning forward and propping himself up on the door. The things that she was doing were making it hard for him to stand up. 

After a few minutes, she moved upwards, running her tongue from the base to the tip of his cock. She lapped up the precum that Marcus was leaking before continuing on her mission. She licked around the head of his cock, tickling the sensitive underside before engulfing him. She pressed forward as much as she could without gagging before pulling back and making another go of it. Octavia hadn't given many blowjobs, but she was going to do her best to please Marcus. 

Marcus held on as long as he could, luxuriating in the feel of Octavia's mouth. It was so warm and even though she nicked him with her teeth every once in awhile, it was still one of the best blowjobs he had gotten. He could tell that she was enjoying what she was doing. Every time she decided to try something new on him, he rewarded her efforts with some kind of verbalization. She seemed to pick up what each meant quickly and either changed what she was doing or intensified her actions. It became too much for him.

"V, baby, I'm getting close," Marcus warned. 

"Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you," Octavia answered, eager to taste his essence. 

Marcus let go and shot repeatedly into her mouth. It was a luxury that his ex-wife hadn't afforded him and it bonded him to Octavia even more. He wasn't sure how he was going to be able to keep Octavia in his life, but he would worry about that after he finished burying himself deep in her pussy. He wasn't as young as he used to be and it would take him a bit to get ready again, but he had some ideas of how he would pass the time. 

"Stand up, princess. It's my turn." 



Newfound Love Ch. 05



I hope this wasn't too much of a delay. Let me know what you think. Feedback and comments are always welcome and appreciated. :) 

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Octavia rose steadily, wondering if she was ready for whatever Marcus had to give her. The look in his eyes told her that he would give her more than she bargained for and she couldn't wait to experience it. 

Marcus rested his hands on her hips and guided Octavia back towards the door. He leaned in once again and pressed a kiss to her lips before traveling downward. Octavia sighed as Marcus nipped at her neck, his tongue caressing the dip in her collarbone before moving on. She loved the way he made her feel. She sucked in a breath as Marcus' lips teased her nipple. She felt as if he was trying to memorize her body with his tongue. Every bump and ridge of her nipple was subject to his probing and when he finished with one, he moved onto the other, gripping it between his lips as his tongue moved swiftly, repeatedly across it. 

Octavia's hands tightened in the long strands of Marcus' hair. She couldn't decide if she should press him closer to her breast or if she should pull him away, the sensations he was creating were becoming too much, but at the same time, it was not enough. 

He left her nipples, his mouth covering the ground between it and her belly button. With a quick mischievous mile, Marcus dipped his tongue into her navel and followed up blowing a raspberry on the side of Octavia's belly. Octavia giggled and squirmed away from his mouth. 

Marcus unzipped her jeans and quickly rid her of them. A quick pause and a slow breath were all that stood between him and revealing the thing that he had been fantasizing about since he first laid eyes on Octavia. Marcus chuckled to himself, he never thought he would be in this position, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was going to enjoy this gift. 

With a finger on each side, Marcus pulled down her green lacy panties with all the reverence he could muster at the moment. He watched as her pussy, wet and glistening, was uncovered. He let go of a breath that he had held since the moment his finger hooked into the waistband of Octavia's panties. She was beautiful, laid bare before him, as if she was inviting him to come and play in her treasures. 

For a moment, he was speechless. He let her underwear drop to the floor and when his eyes met hers, he knew exactly what to say. 

"Octavia, may I?" 

Marcus almost laughed out loud. It wasn't really his nature to ask before taking, but Octavia made him want to make their sexual encounter about her and her pleasure, not just about him and what he wanted. He wanted to analyze the feeling more, to compare it to how he felt about his ex-wife when he was making love to her, but he didn't want to cheapen his experience with Octavia. He would focus on her now, making sure to give her enough pleasure to keep her coming back. There would be plenty of time in the future to think about how she surpassed his ex-wife in every way. 

"Please, Marcus. I need you," Octavia answered, her chest heaving. Her breathing became heavier the closer Marcus came to her pussy. Octaiva found herself hoping that he would bury his face in there. She was afraid that she would die of anticipation if he didn't do it sometime soon. 

Marcus took another moment to gaze upon her folds, taking in the way that they glistened with Octavia's nectar. He enjoyed the shades of color that were present. From the brown that matched her skin tone to the deep red of her clit, it seemed like a visual paradise to him and he couldn't wait to make an oral exploration of his own personal Shangri-la. 

Octavia could feel his breath caressing her clit. She wanted to grab his head and grind it into her dripping wet cunt, but she waited for him to make his move, because he had waited for her. She made a mental note to thank her sister for convincing her to come over to Marcus' room to talk, although talking didn't seem to be high on either of their list of priorities right then.

Octavia was jolted out of her thoughts as Marcus' tongue made contact with her pussy. 'Oh my gosh, did my knees just buckle? Thank goodness I'm propped up against this door. I'd hate to be in a puddle on Marcus' floor,' Octavia thought before turning her attention back to what was going on between her legs. 

Marcus was busy trying to taste every inch of her. His tongue probed and his teeth gently nipped as he tried to find the most sensitive spots. He wanted to know how to leave his princess quaking, he wanted to find ways to reduce her to nothing more than a quivering mass in his arms and he would, through exploring her and gaging her reactions. He felt a swelling of male pride when Octavia let loose a long moan before burying her hands in his hair and pressing him into her pussy. Marcus found himself loving the fact that she was so responsive and that she wasn't afraid to be vocal. He had worried that she might be inhibited in the bedroom, but he was finding that she was everything that he wanted and more. 

"That's it, baby, show me where you want it," Marcus growled before burying his head between her thighs once more. 

Octavia guided him with the clumps of hair that she held until he touched the spot that made her want to jump. She pulled him closer before crying out, "Right there, Marcus. Please. Right there." 

Marcus obliged her, homing in on the area with his tongue until he felt her climbing closer to her climax and eased off. He wanted hear her beg some more. It was time for him to move to her hole, tracing it before plunging in. Octavia literally squealed as he tongue fucked her. 

Octavia couldn't manage to be embarrassed by the noises that she was making. It was hard enough just trying to stand upright, let alone control the words and sounds coming out of her mouth. She wriggled in his grasp, trying to get away and trying to fuck his face at the same time. "Marcus, please..." 

What was she even begging for? Octavia didn't know, but she hoped Marcus did. "Please. Please...I need...I don't know. I don't know," were the words that she could make out before she lapsed into intelligible utterances that made no kind of sense. 

Marcus pulled away from her and looked up. Octavia's head was thrown back against the door, her eyes closed tight, and her bottom lip being chewed on. It was one of the most beautiful things he had seen in a long time, but he needed more. She was close, but now he wanted to see how she looked as she came apart in his arms. 

He slid a finger inside of her and pulled it out slowly, adding another on the return trip into Octavia's body. The speed of his fingers quickens and Octavia's eyes snapped open, but they are unfocused, glazed over with a pleasure-induced haze. Marcus chuckled and lowers his mouth back onto her clit. He sucked, licked, and nibbled her clit until he heard her high-pitched scream and felt her pussy pulsating against his fingers. His mouth moved quickly to lap up the cream that dripped from her center. 

After taking his fill and licking his fingers clean, Marcus watched as Octavia slowly came back to earth. 

"I don't think I can move," Octavia panted, still trying to catch her breath. 

"That's fine. I'm about to do all the moving for you," Marcus stated matter-of-factly as he stood. 

Octavia lifted a brow before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "And where are you moving me to?" 

"Who said we were going anywhere?" 

Octavia gasped as Marcus spun her around, pressing her up against his hotel room door. Marcus briefly wondered if he should move her to the bed, but decided that their next coupling would be slow and romantic. Right now, he needed to be inside her, hard and fast. But, then his conscience chimed in and asked him what Octavia wanted. If she wanted his hard cock in her, he would continue, but he would at least give her the option to slow down. 

Marcus paused and rested his forehead against Octavia's back. "Are you sure about this?" 

Octavia took a deep breath. She closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them again, she responded, "Yes. I want you...inside of me. Please, move for me." 

Marcus chuckled and aimed his aching dick at the entrance to her hot tunnel. He pressed forward, feeling Octavia's pussy opening for him, and knew then that he was hooked. His cock was soon sheathed in tight warmth and he fought for control. 

"Mmm, princess you feel so good around my cock. Now let me show you what it means to move on this cock." 

Marcus began thrusting, slowly building up speed as he felt Octavia pressing back towards him. Each thrust was accentuated by the sound of skin slapping, moans and screams. Octavia's mewls of pleasure grew in volume as he sped up. He could feel her pulsating against his cock, a sign that she had cum for him. He could feel the increased wetness that helped him hammer home, his cock continuing to hit Octavia's spot. 

He watched as her fingers scrambled to find purchase against the door. He couldn't get enough of Octavia writhing so sweetly on his cock. But, he could feel his end nearing and he wanted to see her face as she came apart for him once again. 

Marcus pulled out, drawing a disappointed groan from Octavia. Turning her around, he lifted her up and pressed her back against the door. Octavia once again put her arms around his neck and pulled herself close. 

Octavia couldn't believe how amazing the sex between them was. She knew that Marcus would be good, she just hadn't thought that it would feel that great. She didn't know that she could even produce the sounds that he drew from her lips. She moaned and let her head drop to his shoulder as he slid into her again. It felt as if he was stretching her to the limit, she had never felt as full. 

Marcus sped up. He could feel her hips moving to meet his and it only spurred him on closer to the finish. When he felt her bite down on his shoulder, squealing as another orgasm took her, he lost it. He meant to pull out before he came, but his seed flew up into Octavia, pulse after pulse coating her insides. 

*** 

Octavia opened her eyes and took in the room that had been witness to the most amazing time of her life. She luxuriated in the feel of Marcus' arms wrapped around her, the way his body pressed against hers and gave her a sense of security and safety. They had moved to the bed soon after their first coupling and the fun had continued from there. She couldn't remember feeling so content, though certain parts were complaining from overuse.

Marcus had been a demanding lover, but he assured her that he would only do the things that she wanted him to do. Marcus had tapped into a part of her that she didn't know existed. She found herself willing to do pretty much everything he had suggested and it wasn't just because she wanted to please him. Oh, she wanted to please him, no doubt. But, there was something else that drove her as well. She found the things that he suggested turned her on, despite the fact that she had never thought about them in regards to herself. 

After making slow love to her on the bed, Marcus had mentioned taking her after tying her hands to various surfaces, like the bed or the desk that stood against the wall, and Octavia felt wetness flood her pussy. She had eagerly agreed, giving herself to him in the most intimate of ways. He took her on as many surfaces of the room as he could manage and she couldn't seem to care. Marcus only had to look at her and she felt the urge to spread her legs or bend over and offer herself to him. Apparently, she was a closet nympho and Marcus was bringing her out into the light of day. 

She had only been with one other man and it had been more fumbling than anything. Her first was a man named Joseph Duvall. Octavia and Joseph had dated for a while before she agreed to sleep with him. Though he was very sweet and made sure that she wasn't in too much pain after he breached her hymen, the experience of sex with him wasn't what she thought it would be. It was, for lack of a better description, just ok. She was his first as well, and though they slept together a few more times, it hadn't gotten any better and they had begun to grow apart. They parted amicably after realizing that they made better friends than lovers. That was around the time that Octavia decided to focus on school and not on boys. Joseph had graduated the year before she did, and she hadn't really bothered to keep in contact with him. She often found herself wondering what he was doing and she wished him well. 

Octavia giggled to herself. If Joe had taken her like Marcus had, she probably wouldn't have given up men, but then again, she might not have been in the position she was when she got to the conference and then she wouldn't have ended up in any of the positions that Marcus had fucked her in. He was a thorough lover and she couldn't imagine wanting to be with anyone else at that moment. He had opened himself up to her and she wanted to be with him, to help him heal the hurts that were left by his ex-wife. 

But, it remained to be seen if she was even going to be able to be in his life after this day. Octavia sighed and waited for Marcus to wake up. They needed to talk. 

Marcus opened his eyes and found himself starting at a smooth brown shoulder and hair that was softly draped across the pillow he shared with the woman that he had spent a better part of the night getting to know, in more ways than one. He couldn't help the smile that curled his lips. Octavia may have been inexperienced, but she was very willing to try anything he had proposed. She was a great lover, responsive, willing and delicious. 

Marcus planted a soft kiss on her shoulder and hugged her closer to his body. He hated the fact that he was going to have to let her go later that day. He wanted the chance to explore the bond he felt with his princess. 

"Octavia, are you awake?" 

Octavia turned her head in order to look at him. She wasn't sure that she wanted to look at him just yet. "Mmm-hmm. I'm up." 

Marcus chuckled, thinking about what else was up, now that he was aware of just how much of Octavia was pressed up against him. "What time are you scheduled to leave?" 

He could feel Octavia's body slump as she thought about leaving. It was obvious that she was feeling the same way he was. 

"My flight leaves at 5:30, but I'll have to be at the airport around 3:30." 

Marcus noted the defeated tone of her voice. "My plane doesn't leave until 8, but I don't mind going to the airport and sitting with you until your plane leaves." 

Octavia nodded. "What about after my plane leaves, Marcus? What then?" 

Marcus squeezed her in his arms, trying to reassure her. "What happens then is I'll spend the next two and a half hours thinking about you. I'll board my plane and as soon as I'm home, I'll go to work to check my schedule. As soon as I can manage some vacation time, I'll be on my way to you." 

Marcus took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. He watched as she repositioned herself so that she could face him. 

"You mean it? You want to see me again?" Octavia fought a smile. 

"Of course I want to see you again, princess. I have never been as randy as I am with you. There's something about you that makes me get hard over and over again. You also know how to make me laugh and you listen. You have yet to judge me, though I'm sure many others would have by now. You're something special and I'd have to be crazy to let you go...and I'll have you know I'm not crazy. I would know, since I am a certified psychiatrist." 

Octavia gave him a wry smile. "Oh yeah? And here I thought that being nuts was a requirement for being a psychiatrist. Don't you need to be crazy so you recognize when people are about to nut up?" 

Marcus chuckled. "I work with the people who have already...nutted up. I can get by without being crazy myself." 

Octavia let a giggle escape. She couldn't help but feel happy at the prospect of staying in Marcus' life. 'And,' she thought with a smile, 'if things work out...well, the possibilities are endless.'

Octavia glanced at the clock. It was almost noon. There were only a few more hours before she would have to part ways with Marcus, but she had hope that things would continue to progress between them. It might not go exactly the way she wanted it to, but she was willing to take what she could get from the man that had given her more than she had ever dreamed of.



Newfound Love Ch. 06



One year later....

Marcus Ross tugged his black rolling suitcase behind him as he trudged through the airport. A long sigh escaped as he thought of the fact that he had less than two days to get ready for the conference, the same national conference where he met Octavia the year before. 

This year, he was presenting on his research on a new prescription drug that seemed to lower the incidence of hallucinations in the schizophrenic population without the usual side effects. He hadn't developed the drug, but he had noticed the results and decided to join the study being conducted by the pharmaceutical company.

Usually, he tried to stay away from things like that, but Octavia coerced him to at least take a chance. And now, here he was, at the forefront of his field, presenting to his peers. There was only on thing missing, the reason for his moping and his frequent sighs. 

He looked down at his phone and quickly texted Octavia to let her know that he had arrived. She wouldn't be there until right before the conference started and he missed her already. 

Marcus recalled how empty he felt a year ago when Octavia boarded her plane, leaving him standing at the big window in the airport, staring out as her plane backed up and began to taxi. He couldn't pull himself away from the window for some reason and he realized how much Octavia had changed him in the brief time that they had been together. He knew that he had to get to her as soon as he could at that moment. 

But now, he felt as if he had left part of himself behind and it was definitely worse. Marcus couldn't believe how much Octavia had wormed her way into his life and made him almost desperate for her presence. He had never felt so...needy. But, then again, Octavia was a wonderful and amazing woman.

Marcus took the airport's shuttle to the hotel that housed the conference. He stared blankly out of the window, noticing how close the hotel was to the airport. Good. That meant that he wouldn't have to wait long for his princess when she finally arrived. He tugged his large, black suitcase behind him as he entered the hotel and smiled his first genuine smile since he arrived in the city. 

His hand lifted and returned the wave he assumed was meant for him. "Carl!" 

Carl Bergman lowered his hand and strode over to Marcus. "Marcus, it's been a while. I haven't seen you in almost six months. I thought we were friends." 

A hearty chuckle was Marcus' response before he replied, "Well, it's not my fault that you're projecting your feelings onto me. You've got to watch that." 

Carl shook his head, his short blond hair shifting slightly. "You better watch yourself, old man. So, where's that lovely young lady of yours? Did she finally get enough of looking at your ugly mug?" 

"Very funny. She had a doctor's appointment today. But, she should be here by tomorrow evening." 

"I didn't think she'd stay away for long. Or should I say, I didn't think you'd let her out of your sight for long." 

Another smile played across Marcus's lips. "You see it too, huh?" 

"Who wouldn't? You two are so obviously in love and I don't see either of you wanting to be apart from each other for very long. I applaud you, Marcus. You found the type of love that many of us, myself included, have been searching for." 

"It'll happen for you, Carl. Probably as soon as you stop looking for it." 

Carl shrugged and turned to follow Marcus to the counter so that he could check in. As Marcus handed the young woman behind the counter his credit card, he noticed that he had an admirer. Susan, another woman that he had met at the conference last year, sat in the one of the comfortable lobby chairs, practically undressing him with her eyes while she pretended to read a newspaper. Unfortunately for Susan, she was too late. He had already found his princess and there was no way he was going to mess that relationship up.

Marcus turned his attention back to the desk clerk, who was handing him his key card for his room, and smiled. "Thank you." 

Marcus invited Carl up to his room to catch up, but Carl was waiting on someone who was flying in to meet him. So, they agreed to go out to dinner later that night and get a couple of drinks at the hotel bar afterwards. 

Marcus made his way up to his room on the 12th floor, the floor that he requested specifically because it was one that meant a lot to him and Octavia both. He keyed into his room and unpacked his suits and Octavia's casual conference wear. Marcus had insisted that he take as much of her stuff as she was willing to part with so that she would only have to deal with a carry-on bag when she came the next day. 

He smiled as he pulled Octavia's peach skirt from the bag. That skirt had him hard from the moment he saw her in it and he was glad she brought it back to the conference. He had just finished hanging up their clothing in the closet, when his cell phone rang. He looked at the faceplate and once he registered the name that flashed, Marcus snatched the phone of the desk and answered it. 

"What are you wearing, princess?" Marcus murmured softly into the phone. 

"Oh, so you're in one of those moods, huh?" Octavia giggled. 

"Maybe. Depends on what you're wearing." 

"Well, right now, I'm in one of those blue paper gowns they like to make you wear at the doctor's office sometimes, so I think that what you're planning will have to wait a bit longer." 

Marcus could have laughed. For all his disappointment at not being able to have fun with his princess, his cock was still as hard as it had been when he first heard Octavia's soft voice. "Really?"

"Yes, really. But later tonight, I'm all yours." 

Octavia felt shivers all through her spine as Marcus' deep chuckle permeated her senses. She could barely believe that he was hers and any time their talk became sexual, she couldn't help but get wet. It would be a bit embarrassing when the doctor walked in and noticed the big wet spot spreading along her gown, but it was probably worth it for a chance to talk to Marcus just for a minute. 

"Well, tonight, I won't disappoint you, princess. Call me when you're done and let me know how it went." 

"I will, love. Now, let me go. If they come in and I'm on the phone, the doctor will rip me a new one again. Dr. Cho is no joke when it comes to cell phones around his equipment." 

Marcus laughed. "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the good doctor." 

"No, you wouldn't, because I would take it out on you the next time I saw your handsome ass." 

"I love you, Octavia." 

"Love you too, Mr. Ross. Take care and I'll see you soon." 

"Not soon enough," Marcus added before saying his goodbyes and hanging up the phone. 

He finished unpacking and sat down at his laptop to work on his presentation. It was almost seven before he tore himself away from editing his work. Peeling himself out of the chair that he had occupied for the better part of four hours was a chore, but he made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower nonetheless. It was almost time to meet Carl and his friend for dinner. 

He walked into the hotel's restaurant, taking in the bright colors of the upholstery paired with the deep mahogany woodwork, creating an atmosphere that was comfortable and interesting. He was directed to the table where Carl sat, his eyes devouring the woman who sat next to him. 

He watched silently as Carl's hand caressed the woman's face, holding her face while his finger stroked across her bottom lip. Marcus felt bad about intruding, but he was intrigued. Carl hadn't said anything about a lady friend, but there he was, sitting with a woman, looking positively smitten.

Marcus walked over and cleared his throat. He watched, amused as Carl yanked his hand back from the woman's face and finally acknowledged his presence. 

"Fuck, Marcus, you scared me," Carl huffed, sitting back in his chair and motioning for Marcus to sit in the one across from him. 

"Sorry about that. Did you forget that I was coming?"

Carl shook his head and smiled. 

Marcus took a moment to look at Carl's lady friend. His eyes swept over her warm brown eyes, her caramel toned skin and the huge grin on her round face. That was as far as he got before the realization of who he was sitting across from hit him full force. 

"Olivia! What are you doing here?!" Marcus exclaimed quietly, trying not to cause a scene in the cozy restaurant. 

"Marcus, I haven't seen you in so long and I don't get a hello or a hug? What good are you?" Olivia answered, her tone teasing. 

Marcus frowned slightly before getting up and giving Octavia's older sister a hug. He knew that he wasn't getting any answers until he gave in. After he released her, his questioning continued. "Liv, it's so good to see you. What brings you here to Seattle?" 

Olivia smiled. "Well, I've always wanted to see Seattle. I've heard nothing but good things about it. But, I guess Carl is the main reason I'm here. You and Octavia are just the cherry on top." 

Marcus couldn't shake his disbelief. "You and Carl? When? Where? How?"

"You know very well that we met when Octavia and I came up to visit you in Chicago. Remember? You brought him along to run interference so you could make your move on my baby sister. Little did you know, you were actually setting me up with a wonderful man that I simply adore."

Marcus barely registered the waitress that had just come up to the table. He found himself rattling off his drink order before she retreated and staring at the couple that sat before him. The pair had gone back to gazing at each other lovingly.

He was about to continue giving Olivia the third degree, but suddenly a soft pair of hands covered his eyes. His first reaction was one of joy, because his heart was nearly bursting out of his chest at the prospect of Octavia surprising him and coming in early. The voice that accompanied the hands, however, depressed him. 

"Guess who?" a sultry voice cooed into his ear. 

"Susan," Marcus answered, deadpan. 

She took her hands away from his face and Marcus turned to regard her. She was wearing a red, scoop neck dress that allowed him a clear view into her deep cleavage. His eyes shot upward, to Susan's face, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. 

"Marcus," her voice was a soft purr, "I haven't had a chance to catch up to you yet. Do you mind if I join you and your friends?"

Marcus' eyes searched for help in the faces of Carl and Olivia. Before either of them could form an answer, Susan sat in the seat next to Marcus at the table. Olivia grimaced and looked like she was about to give Susan a piece of her mind, but was distracted by Carl's sudden intake of breath. She looked at him before noticing what he was looking at. 

Susan smiled sweetly at Marcus. "So, I know Carl, but you haven't introduced me to your...friend." 

Marcus almost wanted to laugh. This was going to be amusing. "This lovely young lady is my sister, Olivia Davis. Olivia, this is Susan Hall. She's a psychologist that I met last year at the same conference that I met your sister." 

Olivia's grin spoke volumes. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Susan." 

"Sister?" Susan's soft voice matched her stunned expression. Marcus had been a total bachelor last year, swearing off commitment and only willing to get involved with women who knew it was a one-time thing. Now he was married? And to a woman that he met at that same conference that she had made her first moves on him. It was a blow to Susan's ego, that was for sure. 

Olivia leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and her head in her palms. It was clear that she was enjoying Susan's discomfort and perplexed expression. "Oh yes, you haven't heard the story? Marcus met my sister last year and was so taken with her that he flew into Minnesota a week later to see her. He impressed our mom within the first five minutes of being there and even went so far as to ask for permission to marry Octavia. My mom gave him permission to date her, but told him he'd have to come back to get her okay on a marriage. 

They flew back and forth every weekend for a month before Marcus finally convinced Octavia to move to Chicago with him. Five months after that, they were at the alter, with my mom's consent, of course. It was one of the most beautiful ceremonies and Carl sure cut a handsome figure in his tux. I was so happy to be a part of it." 

Susan's mouth gaped open slightly as she listened to Olivia's quick run down of Marcus' whirlwind love life. She didn't know what to do, whether to get up and walk off or to stay and actually pretend that she wanted to catch up with Marcus. The decision was made, however, when she heard Olivia's next words. 

"Oh, and there's my sister now." 

Marcus swiveled in his chair and the moment his eyes landed on his beautiful wife, with her long legs and softly rounded belly, Susan was forgotten, as was everyone else at the table. Marcus rose and walked over to Octavia, picking her up and hugging her close. Susan's attention was pulled from the newlyweds by Olivia's voice, imparting one last piece of news. 

"Did you know that my sister is almost 5 months pregnant with Marcus' first child? They are both so happy and Octavia positively glows." 

Olivia watched as the rest of the color faded from Susan's face. The deeply embarrassed woman quickly rose and rushed toward the exit. 

"Liv, you are evil," Carl murmured in her ear, nipping it lightly. 

She giggled. "I don't get to be evil enough with Madison around. It's hard being a responsible mother. I have to make the most of the opportunities that are presented to me." 

Carl laughed, his joy from no longer having to hide their relationship combined with the hilarity of the Susan situation causing his shoulders to shake almost violently. 

"What's so funny, Carl?" Octavia asked as Marcus pulled out her chair for her. 

"Your sister was just running off some poor woman that made the mistake of thinking that your husband was attractive," Carl answered after he pulled himself together and wiped the tears that were streaming down his face. 

"Good. Someone's got to be on floozy watch while I'm away."

They shared a laugh before settling in for dinner. The conversation flowed and when it was time, they went their separate ways. Marcus escorted Octavia to their room, remembering their first elevator ride together. He had no idea then that he would be where he was at that moment, married to the woman of his dreams, the one who understood him and made him feel like everyday was a blessing. He was going to be a father, another thing that had seemed impossible just a year before. It seemed that his life was finally falling into place. 

They entered their room and Marcus immediately pounced. He laid Octavia on the bed and loved her as gently as he could manage. It had been a while since he had a chance to make love to her and he needed to feel that connection once more. He loved the way she gave one hundred percent of herself during their intimate moments and held nothing back. Every inch of her body was his and she gladly gave it to him. He, in return, was careful with her gifts and gave of himself just as completely, something he hadn't been able to do with his first wife. 

As they laid in the bed together, Marcus held Octavia, her belly pressing into his side and her head pillowed on his chest. He listened to her breathe for a while longer before he started to speak.

"Princess, what did the doctor say? Are we having a boy or a girl?"

"You, Marcus Ross, are the proud father of a beautiful baby boy."

"A boy!" 

"Yes, a boy. Your prayers have been answered," Octavia joked. She knew how important it was to Marcus to have a boy, someone to carry on the family name. She was just happy that she could provide him with the son that he had been hoping for. 

"Oh, princess, you know I would have loved a little girl too. In fact, after our son is born, why don't we get started on a sister for him?" 

"We can do that if you're the one who's going to carry her around for nine more months. If not, you're going to have to give me a year or two." 

"Well, I guess I can wait that long," Marcus replied with a pout. 

"I guess you'll have to if you want me to stick around." 

Wrapping his arms around the woman that he adored more and more each day, the woman who was pregnant with a gift more precious than gold or jewels, Marcus smiled. He dipped his head and placed a kiss on top of Octavia's head. 

"Princess, I want you to stick around forever. You're mine and since the moment I found you, I knew that my life would never be the same. I was right. You've made me a better man. I can truly live when I'm with you and I never intend to give that up. Sorry, princess, but you're stuck with me." 

Octavia grinned. "I can live with that." 

"You'll have to, because I don't think I could ever let you go." 

The End