When he lifted his head, I saw the ravenous hunger that gripped him. His movements were unhurried. Those clever fingers were barely skimming my belly. He bent his head and traced a trail of fire down my ribcage to my belly button, where he swirled his tongue.
His eyes met mine as his hands grabbed the sides of my panties slowly edging them past my hips and down my legs. My stomach clenched, my ragged breath caught in my throat as he slipped my heels off my feet one at a time then rolled down the stockings. I held my breath.
I was completely exposed to his hungry gaze. He just knelt there, hands on the curve of my hips as those eyes slowly roamed over my body. He gazed at me as if he saw nothing else, was aware of nothing else. I placed a shaky hand on his shoulder drawing those silver chips to my face. Stark desire radiated from him.
No one had ever looked at me like that. Sure, some guys had lusted after me once or twice but none of them had love carved into every line of their face like Marcus did. No one had ever made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. One that was completed loved, until now.
“Marie.” My name came out as a strangled groan. The soft vibration brushed against my skin having the same effect as his hands or mouth.
He stood up pulling me against his chest, capturing my mouth this time in a fever of need. I could feel his erection straining against me through the material of his pants. I trembled in his arms hearing my own strangled moan escape before he devoured me again. He was driving me out of my mind. I craved his touch, yearned for it.
His tongue tangled with mine as his hands came back to my sensitive breasts. His fingers tugged and rolled each taut peak until I was panting in small gasps with every little whimper that escaped. His skin felt hot under his shirt when I clasped on to his shoulders trying to find some steady ground. A shudder went through his body at my touch. I could feel each defined muscle rippling beneath my fingertips. I moaned against his mouth digging my nails into his shoulders. Every little kiss, every caress pushed me further and further out of control.
I couldn’t stop touching him, his hair, neck, shoulders. I slid my hands over his back and the muscles there dragging out a husky groan from him. It was raw, throaty and incredibly sexy, sending another tremor of desire flooding my veins.
His fingers roamed down my body to my inner thigh making my knees weak. His leg gently pushed my thighs open for him, the rough material of his pants rubbed against my tender flesh. I convulsed at the contact bucking my hips against his leg. I felt like I was close to sobbing with my yearning to be his.
“Are you already wet for me, pet?” His voice was a low whisper against my ear. He moved his leg making me tremble again. He sounded like pure sin, his accent pushing me over the edge. “I think you are.”
I tugged at his shirt frantically ripping it out of his pants. A button bounced off something in the distance as I yanked it off him. I ached for him. I was coiled so tight with building tension I was almost frantic for release. I managed to get his undershirt off and ran my hands over his chest delighting in the taunt flesh beneath my palms.
He let out a harsh groan before he fisted his hand in my hair. He tipped my head back exposing my throat to him. He trailed fiery kisses over my neck back down to my chest before his mouth feasted on my breasts. His lips, teeth and tongue sent molten fire raging through me. His hand slipped over my thigh caressing the soft skin. I inhaled sharply as his knuckles brushed against my damp curls.
He tilted his head back and gazed into my eyes. My breath burned in my chest as I held it waiting for his next move. Keeping my gaze captive, he plunged his fingers into me. I briefly closed my eyes releasing a moan of sheer ecstasy.
Still looking at me, Marcus dropped to his knees. He lowered his gaze as he watched while his fingers tormented me in torturously slow movements. My body was on fire as he pushed me higher and higher. Very slowly, he removed his fingers and licked at them closing his eyes in relish.
I panted as I gazed down at him. His hair was tousled around his head. His shoulders trembled as he held onto his control. That alone was enough to endear him more to me. That this man kneeling at my feet, my fallen angel was fighting against himself to keep control and not wanting to rush things.
He kept my thighs spread with his hands as he took me with his mouth. My knees buckled at the first touch of his tongue. I grabbed his hair with both fists and yanked as my body coiled tight. I cried out his name as I finally tumbled over the edge.
He lifted me then, cradling me in his arms before he placed me down on his bed. I heard the shuffle of clothing before he joined me there. He spread my legs, his mouth latching on to me, tongue driving me back up for a second time. I bucked against him chanting his name as I dug my nails in his shoulders and back. I heard myself pleading with him incoherently.
The sound of a foil wrapper echoed in the room. It was quickly followed by the feeling of him pressing the broad head of his dick against me. There was only the sensation of his body demanding entrance to mine now. Nothing else mattered. I forced myself to relax as he began to invade, his thick length pushed through the untried folds of my body. He was trying to ease into me slowly in an attempt to allow my body time to accommodate his size and girth but I was not going to have any of that. The slowness of it was torturous. I planted my feet on the bed and using my heels as leverage thrust upward just as he eased forward again.
A flash of pain seized me for a second before the pleasure of his body in mine took over. His fingers tightened on my hips forcing me to stay still. “Stop. Marie. Don’t move.” His breathing was ragged and uneven when he dropped his forehead on mine as his body trembled. “God, pet, you are so tight.”
A small smile graced my lips. That smooth cool control he had been trying to keep all night was slipping. I loved it. I wanted him to lose himself in me as I have in him. I dug my nails in his back and heaved my breasts against him. “Please, Marcus.”
He shuddered as he dragged my legs over his hips and then plunged deep. My head clouded the friction so intense. My vision became spotted as he began a harsh rhythm, deep, strong and fast. The tension in me built, coiling tighter and tighter taking me higher than I had ever gone before. I writhed beneath him, my breath coming in wild gasps, my head tossing back and forth, as I raked his back with my nails.
“Marcus.” I sobbed his name. I felt consumed with fire. The tension wound so tight, yet I didn’t want to let go. I didn’t want it to end.
He placed his head beside mine, his lips grazing my ear. His smooth velvet voice sent me over as he whispered, “I love you, Marie.”
My body went rigid. I felt it tighten around him, clamping down almost painfully as the sensation began to spiral beyond my wildest dreams. A white hot flash fire shot through my body as I finally exploded. Wave after wave of pleasure quaked through me. My legs quivered and twitched from it. Moments later, I heard his hoarse shout against the pillow as he found his release.
We laid there motionless, my arms were still wrapped around him and our bodies still joined. It was several minutes before Marcus finally got the strength to move. I winced a bit as he left my body. He disposed of the used condom, stretched out beside me placing his hand behind his head and pulled me next to him.
I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes sighing. I felt his lips brush against the top of my head bringing a lazy grin to my face. I twisted my head so I could look at him. He smiled down at me sending my heart somersaulting.
I brushed the side of his face with my fingertips. “I love you, Marcus.”
“I know, pet.” He winked at me before kissing my forehead.
*****
Chapter Sixteen
Drez
I woke with a smile on my face and her soft warm body still snuggled against mine. Last night had been the greatest night of my life. To hear those three words escape her lips in a satisfied sigh made me feel like the king of the world. I pushed a lock of her hair away from her face so I could admire her sleeping
form.
She was so beautiful. Her caramel lashes fanned over her cheekbones. Her lush mouth was slightly parted. I grinned when I noticed she drooled on the pillow leaving a small puddle. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before I lifted the covers off of me and got out of bed. I covered her back up gently tucking the blanket over her freckled shoulders.
Quietly opening my bureau drawer, I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and T-shirt quickly donning them before I grabbed the clothes I planned to wear today. My shoulders ached with a delicious burn when the material hit them. I smiled down at her prone form as I rolled the ache out of them. It was a shame I had to work today. I would love nothing more than to be able to spend the entire day with her.
I glanced over at the alarm clock to check the time, six-thirty in the morning. Hmm, I wonder if she’d like breakfast in bed. I thought as I ran my hand over the back of my neck before I slipped out of the room quietly so I wouldn’t disturb her.
The MP3 still played softly from the living room. Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot to shut that off. I walked in there, turned it off and decided to head in the dining room to clean up our mess before I grabbed a shower. As I entered the room, I noticed that the table had been cleared. With a slight raise of my eyebrow, I walked to the kitchen to see if the box and containers were still there. Beau stood by the empty counter wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday looking ragged.
He grabbed a coffee cup out of the cabinet placing it by the coffee pot before he turned around giving me a speculative glare. I placed my clothes on the center island and poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Good morning.” He calmly greeted his arms crossed over his chest.
“Morning.” I nodded to his clothes. His jeans had mud stains streaked on the legs. His shirt was wrinkled and slightly ripped at the hem. He had traces of lipstick on the collar. “I take it you had a pretty interesting night.”
He smirked at me his humor not quite reaching his eyes. “Not as interesting as yours.”
I felt a blush creep up my neck. I scratched my head ducking it a scant inch. “I love her, mate.”
He pursed his lips and shrugged subtly. “I know you do. We all do.” He glared at me, his hazel eyes as cold as his tone. “Just don’t fuck it up.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” I gulped the coffee before placing the cup back on the counter and picking up my clothes to go grab a shower.
After the surprisingly painful shower, who knew scratch marks burned that bad when hot water hit them, I headed back down stairs. Beau was nowhere in sight. I shrugged opening the refrigerator and grabbed the things I needed to fix a small breakfast for her.
Scrambled eggs, a slice of toast lightly buttered and a cantaloupe diced sat on the small bamboo tray after I was done. I poured her a glass of orange juice and set the lilies from last night in a small vase on the corner of it before I picked it up and took it to the room.
I balanced the tray in one hand as I opened the door. She hesitantly opened her eyes while blinking them rapidly as she tried to wake up. I set the tray on the bureau and sat down next to her. Her cheeks heated as she gave me a shy smile. I ran my hand over those pink cheeks leaning down to brush my lips across hers. “Morning, my love. I trust you slept well?”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear clutching the blanket to her bare chest. “Yes I did.”
I motioned for her to sit up a bit and picked up the tray. After she settled against the headboard, I placed the tray across her lap. “When I get home from work what would you like to do today?”
Her amber eyes met mine as another blush crept up her cheeks. She picked up a slice of fruit and bit into it before she answered. “I can think of a few things.” My breath caught as she winked at me before she giggled. “Seriously though, I’m game for whatever.”
I had to tap down the sudden urge to fling the tray off the bed and pounce on her. I turned my head away taking slow deep breaths to control myself. Keeping my control around her over the weekend was probably going to kill me.
*****
The rest of the weekend was heaven. We went to the movies, lazed about on the couch talking and laughing about everything. I found out she was a bit of a pool-shark and tended to cheat at poker after losing ten straight hands to her. When I confronted her about it, she just batted her eyes at me acting all innocent. We made love every chance we got. Each and every time was better than the last. She knew exactly how to touch me, just how to tease me to get me wild for her.
On the way to school this morning, she had me so hot and bothered I was tempted to take her right there in the carpark. The only things that stopped me were her brothers standing beside the car and the fact that I was not an exhibitionist. I rested my head on my desk as I thought about it.
When she slid into the passenger seat in that short plaid skirt and black top that made me drool, she gave me a shy sexy grin that made my heart race. Without saying a word, she scooted next to me and placed a tender kiss on my neck as her hand touched my thigh. Her tongue and teeth teased my ear while her fingertips lightly traced my growing length in my jeans. When we arrived at school, I was moments away from blowing my load.
I let out a mental whimper pushing my forehead further onto the desk before sliding my mobile out of my pocket.
Me: That was naughty, pet. I still feel your fingers on me. I can barely concentrate in class.
Marie: LOL. Aw poor baby.
Me: Just wait until I get you alone at lunch.
Marie: Promises, promises….
I smiled down at it before I put it back in my pocket leaning back against my chair. Just one more class and then I’ll be able to show her just what I intended to do.
*****
She stood by her locker surrounded by Scott and Hunter. Hunter was leaning against the banks tugging on a strand of her hair. Even though I know now that he has no interest in her, it still rankled me to see him so touchy feely with her. I quietly made my way up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She let out a squeak before she spun around in my arms.
Her golden eyes twinkled in excitement before slowly starting to smolder with her rising desire. Caught up in the thrall she put me in, I lowered my head and nibbled on her bottom lip. She gasped winding her arms around my neck and pressed her slight form against mine.
Scott cleared his throat to get our attention. “Brother, the bacon is heading our way. Y’all may want to break it up.”
Marie took a step away from me her cheeks flaming with her embarrassment. I looked over her head to see security walking down the hall. I kissed the top of her head placing her hand in mine. “Are you heading to Frank’s?” I asked the duo clearing my throat.
Scott shrugged his shoulders and looked over at Hunter. “We hadn’t really planned on it.”
Hunter snickered. “You hadn’t planned on it but I would rather eat there than the crap they have in the cafeteria.”
“Yeah okay, cool. We’ll see you there then.” Marie tugged on my arm to get me moving out of the school. She swiftly walked by the bus loading area and down the steps to the cars.
I had a huge grin on my face as I shook my head at her impatience. “In a hurry, pet?”
She stopped by the front of Grace flashing me a coy smile. “Maybe.”
*****
We made it to Frank’s in record time. I just couldn’t take anymore teasing. My control was hanging on by a thread. She curled up next to me her lips on my neck and her hand on my gears the entire trip there, kissing and stroking me until I was nothing more than a ball of pure need.
I parked toward the back of the building and shut off the engine. I groaned deep in my throat when she pulled my earlobe in between her teeth. She whispered softly against it. “I seem to remember you telling me that you wanted to take me to the restroom and take me to places I’ve never dreamed.”
My heart stopped as she flicked open the top button on my jeans before running her nail against the waistband of
my boxers. The scraping of her fingernail made my stomach spasm and cock twitch in heavy need. I looked down at her, blood thundering in my ears and sucked in a deep breath into my lungs. Her lashes framed her amber eyes that were filled with so much longing and love.
I gave her a sly hungry grin and pulled her out of the car into the bathroom. I locked the door behind us before pulling her in my arms. Her hands slid around my neck as she pressed her body against mine. I rapidly unbuttoned her shirt and groaned as her lace covered breasts slid against my chest, soft and tantalizing. Tiny flames licked their way over my already enflamed nerves. I kissed each of her eyes and skimmed my mouth against the corner of hers.
My teeth nipped at her full lower lip before I captured that soft bow and tugged gently. I had felt edgy all day with my need for her and this gentle friction of her body rubbing along mine increased my desire for her more than I thought possible.
Her hand drifted to my jeans, slowly lowering the zipper before slipping inside my boxers to my straining cock. My reaction was beyond my control. I gasped almost helplessly, pushing my hips forward into her hand. Her thumb stroked caresses over the sensitive head casting me further into her spell as a shudder racked my body.
My mouth moved over hers devouring her. Her tongue tangled with mine as I swelled more against the tight fist of her hand. I deepened the kiss, hunger blossoming with an almost urgent demand making me feel desperate to have her. The way her hand moved over my burgeoning cock and her mouth suckled my tongue in rhythm might have had something to do with it.
I growled against her mouth as my hands ran down her back and clasped her ass. She laughed softly as she pushed my jeans and boxers down. I picked her up and placed her on the old sink. I fumbled in my jeans for a moment before I grabbed the foil wrapper. She took it out of my shaky hands and ripped the side opening it before pulling out the condom. She slowly placed it on me wringing out a low moan from my throat.
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