by Beth Abbott
Marcus lifted her from the floor, faking a groan as he did so, and ignoring the scowl on her face.
“See? Medium sized rhinos are a walk in the park.” He panted, exaggeratedly.
“If you’re going to start calling me a rhino, and not expect retribution, you’d damn well better make sure you sort out my rampant hormones good and proper!” She warned him.
“Sweetheart, have I ever left you wanting?” He shrugged.
Nope. Not once! But, damned if she was going to admit to that after being compared to a wild African beast! Elephants were cute, especially baby ones. Rhinos were not cute at all!
Marcus pushed their bedroom door open, and making sure he didn’t bump her on the way in, he headed straight for the bed, where he lay her carefully in the middle of the giant mattress.
He looked down and immediately noticed her ankles were swollen.
“You haven’t been off your feet all morning, have you?” He scolded as he slipped her shoes off.
“I’ve been sitting down way more than I usually do.” Sara pointed out. “Sitting in the car, sitting at Gregor’s, sitting on the stairs. See? Lots of sitting. Do you want to see how flat my bum is?”
Marcus snorted a laugh, even as he reached up to snag her leggings and pull them down gently.
“Honey, you know that’s not an offer I can refuse.” He chuckled. “But let’s get foreplay out of the way first, hmm?”
As he bent to kiss her thighs as he pulled her leggings down to reveal her flesh, Sara wasn’t inclined to argue about anything.
Sitting her up, he took hold of her smock top, and lifted it up over her head, making sure not to jostle her or Junior as he did.
When she lay back, wearing only her lacy panties and bra, the look of pure lust in his eyes was enough to push any thoughts of embarrassment or self-consciousness to the back of her mind.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look?” He asked in a husky whisper. “If I’d known you would look this sexy carrying my child, I’d have had you barefoot and pregnant within six months of marrying you.”
Sara couldn’t help the blush that touched her cheeks, any more than she could help the tingling that was starting in her lady parts.
“You know, you’re looking pretty damn good yourself for six months pregnant.” She smiled at him, coyly. “At least I think you do, although it’s difficult to tell with all of those clothes you’re wearing. You’d have to take some of them off for me to know for sure and be able to appreciate you properly.”
“Oh, I would, would I?” Marcus stepped back, already reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
He slowly undid each button, leaving Sara almost panting as his smooth, supple skin was revealed. Marcus wasn’t a vain man, but he was very careful about keeping his body in good shape.
He wouldn’t be able to go on missions like they’d been on this week if he’d not been in tip-top condition.
And what a body he possessed!
God, how she appreciated every minute he spent in the gym when she got to admire him like this!
As he finished with the buttons, he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and let it slip to the floor, exposing the breadth of his chest and the muscles of his shoulders and arms.
Sara couldn’t help the involuntary shiver as she watched the play of his shoulder muscles. Was she the only freak in the world who had a thing for shoulders?
Ok, part of it was because they were attached to the muscular chest and strong arms that she loved being crushed by, but most of it was the way those particular muscles absolutely rippled, every time he moved his arms.
Gorgeous!
Sara glanced from his shoulders to his face and noticed that he was smiling seductively at her. He’d stopped stripping and was watching her study him with amusement.
Sara blushed at being caught ogling him with undisguised lust.
“Hey! Nobody called a time-out!” She complained. “Lady getting older, here! Crack on!”
Marcus chuckled, but obeyed his wife’s order, and slipped the button and zipper of his pants.
Sara’s eyes slid downwards, following the trail of dark hair from his navel, and as he slid his pants and boxers down his legs, she swallowed hard at the sight of his large and very hard shaft.
Oh, God, she needed him now!
“Yep, that’s what I’m talking about.” She whispered, holding a hand out and wiggling her fingers, trying to get him on the bed as quickly as possible.
He walked slowly to the end of the bed, and taking hold of a calf in each hand, he gently pulled her towards him.
Sara quickly reached behind her to grab the pillows and take them with her. She wanted to be able to see whatever he was doing, and once he stopped tugging her, he reached up to place them comfortably behind her head and shoulders, before returning his attention to her lower body.
Marcus lifted her feet and placed them flat on his stomach, leaning forward slightly to tuck a finger under each side of her panties.
Using him as leverage, Sara lifted her bottom slightly, allowing him to slide the thin lace garment down her legs. When he slipped the panties over her feet, he threw them over his shoulder in typical Marcus fashion, not caring where they landed.
Sara glanced up and noticed the wicked grin on his face. The man couldn’t be serious for more than two minutes if his life depended on it!
He lowered her feet, so her legs were dangling from the end of the bed, bent at the knee, and moved forward, placing a knee on either side of her thighs.
When Sara stretched her hands up to touch him, he grabbed them and placed them on the mattress on either side of her head.
“No touching yet, sweetheart.” He shook his head. “I’m so fucking turned on right now, I’ll go off like a rocket if you put your wicked hands on me, and I want to worship you first.”
Sara squirmed, desperate to touch him, but even more so to have him touch her. She nodded in agreement, silently begging him to just get on with it.
Marcus placed a hand each side of her shoulders, and leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a feather light caress. And another. Oh, God, he was going to torture her!
“Baby, I’m happy to keep my hands off you, for as long as you like.” She breathed. “But only while your hands or other parts are on me. I am aching and horny as hell, and all this tension can’t be good for Junior.”
Marcus tutted.
“Using our unborn child as leverage is so not fair, Dr Adams.” His eyes danced with amusement.
“Showing me your gorgeous body, and then not letting me touch you is so not fair, Mr Adams!” She groaned. “Please do something! I’m seriously so far beyond needy, I’m likely to lose all dignity any minute and start begging, and then it’ll just turn into a pity-fuck!”
Marcus lifted his head in surprise at her words, his eyes the colour of molten gold as he stared at her intently.
“Aah, sweetheart, I’m the one who should be begging.” He murmured, lifting one hand to flick the clasp on her bra between her engorged breasts. “I still can’t believe my luck at being married to the most beautiful woman I ever saw. If anyone took pity on anyone in this relationship, I’d say it was you, for letting me love you.”
Sara could feel the moisture on her eyelashes, as he smiled at her.
“Now, if you’ve finished interrupting me, perhaps I can continue?”
Sara nodded, unable to speak for all the emotions rolling through her. Marcus could be a pain in her ass and a real joker, but damn, when he said stuff like that to her with total sincerity, she just turned to mush in his arms.
Again, he lowered his lips to hers, but this was no tease. He took her mouth with passion, tongue invading, taking everything including her breath from her as though he had every right. As, of course, he did.
Sara tried to lift her head to meet him halfway, but he forced her back to the pillow, his own passion thoroughly stoked, his lips urgent as Sara sucked on his tongue.
Marcus li
fted one hand from the mattress and pushed her bra aside as he squeezed her breast, his thumb gently teasing the nub.
The pressure it created was the best and worst torture, sending sparks shooting straight to her pussy as she moaned into his mouth.
Marcus nipped on her lips as he finally pulled his mouth away.
He kissed down her neck, making her shiver as his mouth took over teasing her nub as his thumb pulled away. He licked her engorged nipple before suckling on it, finally latching his mouth around it fully and sucking on it strongly as he pulled it into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” Sara groaned, the tiny spark of pain just melting into the pleasure he was bringing her.
Marcus adjusted his knees slightly to keep his weight off her bump as he lifted his other hand to caress her other breast.
Sara clenched her hands into fists in a desperate attempt to keep from touching him, but couldn’t help but arch her back, pushing her breasts further into his hand and mouth. The feeling was exquisite and tormenting all at once.
Her pussy was now aching and clenching in desperation, and despite not having been touched down there yet, she could feel her juices leaking from her already.
As if aware of the increasing tension in her body, Marcus reluctantly released her nipple with a pop, continuing to massage her swollen breasts gently, bringing her nothing but pleasure.
He leaned down and kissed his way down her swollen belly, dipping lower until his tongue swirled in her belly button.
Faster! She silently begged him. Lower! Please don’t stop there!
Marcus could be a playful tease when he wanted to be, but she sensed today he had every bit as much need and desire built up as she did.
He reluctantly released her breasts when he could go no lower while still holding them, but he grasped her hands and used them to replace his own, as he squeezed them again.
“Keep them there, and don’t stop giving them attention.” He instructed.
Sara nodded, knowing that he loved to watch her touch herself, claiming it taught him so much about what she liked and needed.
Marcus leaned backwards and stepped off the bed, running his hands over her thighs and down until he gripped her calf muscles in his hands.
Gently he lifted her legs and spread them, stepping between them as he did.
“Oh, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you, baby.” He moaned, his eyes locked on the evidence of her arousal, which she knew was leaking from her. “I think I’m gonna have to get you off once, just to calm you down. You’ll snap my cock in two if I slide into you when you’re this amped up.”
“Please…” Sara groaned, her fingers gently toying with her nipples.
Marcus dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving her as he draped her legs over his shoulders, placing his hands under her ass to lift her pussy to his mouth.
The first sweep of his tongue over her opening had Sara’s eyes rolling back in her head. The warmth and wetness of his caress was followed by a blast of cool air on her heated flesh as he blew on her pussy lips, and Sara could feel her inner muscles clench as she tried to grab down on something that wasn’t there yet.
Another swipe of his tongue followed, but he stopped short of her clit, playing with her opening for a few seconds.
Sara groaned and tried to wriggle to get him to move his mouth and tongue where she wanted them, but Marcus’ hands held her fast, and she gave up squirming, knowing that he was playing her body expertly, the way only he knew how.
Another swipe, a lick, and then his tongue plunged into her channel, groaning in pleasure as he seemed to drink in her juices.
Sara could feel her muscles clenching on his tongue as it stroked in and out, a poor substitute for his cock, but an exquisite teaser before he gave her his fingers to stretch her. Hopefully when he did, it would free up his mouth to give her clit the attention it craved. She needed to come, and preferably within the next thirty seconds.
She felt a trickle of liquid spill from her pussy and dribble down through the crack of her ass. Marcus wasn’t prepared to let her ‘honey’ as he called it escape, and his tongue immediately followed the path the liquid had taken.
As he licked down her slit, Sara’s nerve endings were already starting to detonate. She groaned and thrashed her head back and forth, as he adjusted his hands, lifting her hips higher.
When his lips and tongue flicked over her perineum, trailing down to her anus, she almost convulsed. They hadn’t given much attention to anal sex, neither of them having much of an appetite to make it part of their lovemaking, but they both knew how sensitive Sara was to any touch down there, and as a teaser, it could be almost incendiary in sending her over the edge.
As Marcus let his tongue drift over her, Sara squirmed again, unsure whether she wanted more of his touch there, or whether she was simply trying to get him to move things along. She felt like her nerve endings were fried, and she was clinging to the edge of sanity, desperate to soar into oblivion.
Just as he drew his lips back up towards her pussy, she felt his thumb rub gently at the entrance to her ass, just as his tongue jabbed forcefully inside her vagina.
“Marcus!” She screamed, as the potential for a double penetration flung her over the edge, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids as her body bucked and thrashed under his expert ministrations.
She squeezed her nipples as hard as she could, and tried to open her legs even wider, as his tongue swirled and licked inside her.
His thumb hadn’t even penetrated her, and was now just rubbing across the puckered entrance, playing with it as he feathered over every nerve ending.
Sara thought the orgasm was never going to end, and if Marcus’ efforts were anything to go by, he was making sure it didn’t end for as long as he could keep it going.
As she came down from her glorious high, Sara wondered if she’d ever come so long or hard, and then smiled to herself as she wondered how many thousand times she’d thought that before today. Probably every single time she made love with Marcus, if the truth be known.
Marcus raised his head and stared at her, grinning.
“Why are you smiling like that?” He asked, lowering her hips to the bed, and stepping out from beneath her thighs.
“Because it was amazing.” She admitted happily, her hands flopping down by her sides.
“It’s about to get better, sweetheart, so I suggest you brace yourself.” He warned.
Chapter 8 – Marcus
Sara clearly knew he didn’t mean it literally. Marcus simply meant that he was about to blow her mind again, and if past performance was anything to go by, she knew it wasn’t an idle promise.
She watched as he stood at the end of the bed and took his cock in his left hand. Her eyes never left his shaft, and when she licked her lips, Marcus almost exploded right there.
He rang the fingers of his free hand up her thigh and across her mound, causing Sara to shiver involuntarily.
Her legs had fallen together limply after her orgasm, and Marcus knew he needed to get her revved up again if he was going to get her to that second orgasm.
“Open your legs for me, sweetheart. Let me see what’s mine.” He growled.
He watched Sara’s eyes dilate with anticipation, and as she spread her legs for him, her hands lifted to grasp her breasts again. She squeezed her nipples, which had softened following her orgasm, until they were hardening again to little nubs, and when he looked down at her pussy, he could see her clit still protruding, having received no attention whatsoever.
Yet.
Marcus slid his fingers across her mound and down her lips, carefully avoiding her clit.
Sara’s eyes narrowed, and he knew she was well aware that he was teasing her back up to full arousal. She was already halfway there.
He rubbed his fingers at her entrance, coating them in her now cooling juices, before sliding his large middle finger inside up to the first knuckle.
Sara’s sigh had him smiling, and after pulling i
t almost out, he slid it back in, as far as it would go.
He stilled for a minute, watching the pulse at the base of Sara’s throat throb wildly. She was so beautiful, and so responsive to everything he did, every touch, she was perfection.
He slid his hand up and down his shaft slowly, sliding his finger in and out of Sara’s channel at exactly the same pace. It was excruciatingly slow from Marcus’ perspective, but necessary, partly to get her back up to where he could take her over the edge just at the right moment, and partly to stop himself going off prematurely.
When she started to wriggle, he knew she needed more, so on the next slide out he added a second finger, and pushed back in, slowly.
“Oh, God!” Sarah panted, and Marcus smiled. On a scale of one to ten, with ten being detonation, he guessed she was already at an eight, which he reckoned was probably a good thing, because he’d been at a nine since he’d given her the first orgasm.
Needing her to catch up with him quickly, he released his shaft and scraped his fingers across her mound, heading directly for her clit.
Of course, he stopped short, wrenching a growl of disapproval from his wife’s lips.
“Need something more, sweetheart?” He chuckled.
“God, yes.” She groaned. “No more waiting. Now!”
She was a demanding little hussy, and damn, didn’t it make his cock twitch in gratitude.
He removed his fingers, eliciting another moan, and rubbed the tip of his shaft in her juices.
“Here we go, baby.” He murmured. “Let me know if anything gets uncomfortable.”
Marcus slid his hands behind Sara’s knees and lifted them as he pushed into her, not stopping until he hit the end of her channel.
He paused where he was, loving the feeling of her inner muscles clenching him as she welcomed the intrusion. The feeling was almost overwhelming, and Marcus felt so overcome he had to stop and take a few breaths to ground himself.
When he could finally move, he slid slowly out before pushing home again. God, he wished he could do this all damn day. Hell, he’d be happy if he could last more than a few minutes!
