stood, his jaw glistening and his expression predatory, and as he stepped closer to my trembling body, a fresh and painful burst of heat flooded the pit of my abdomen; I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted him, mere seconds after I’d had my mind blown.
He smirked, and my heart squeezed in my chest. “Told you I’d make you scream,” he said, sounding smug and incredibly pleased at the same time.
Seized by a sudden urge to devour him – or at the very least, wipe the self-satisfied look off of his face – I threw my arms around his neck and yanked him forward, licking his jaw clean before letting my lips touch his. Our tongues met, and we groaned in sync, evidently equally aroused at the taste of sex in the other’s mouth.
His hands moved from my waist to my back to my breasts to my ass, and he managed to send sparks flying through every single place he touched. He trailed his fingertips down my arms and moved his lips along my neck, pulling at the curve of my shoulder with his teeth. My sweat-dampened breasts slid against his defined chest, and I whimpered at the friction between the hair on his torso and my raw nipples.
Seemingly in no hurry at all, Marcus dropped a series of kisses along the column of my throat, biting my earlobe before moving his attention to my jaw. Aching and hungry and so desperate for more than just light touches, I grabbed his cock with both hands, sighing in mingled relief and pleasure at the familiar weight on my palms; I’d gotten extremely well acquainted with this part of him over the past four weeks, and I didn’t think I’d ever stop craving more.
I skimmed my palms over his hot skin, delighting in the unyielding hardness that lay right beneath the surface. My fingers brushed the engorged head and came away wet, and as I bit my lip, I went over the spot again and again, until my hands slipped against him. With a sharp hiss, Marcus moved his hands to grasp my waist and ignored my whimper of protest while pulling me down to the ground.
He laid me flat on my back, and as the damp grass poked into my skin, I realized that at some point, I’d lost my hold on his erection. However, when I raised my body to remedy the situation, Marcus shot me his bedroom stare – the one that silently demanded that I obey him or be punished – and with a giddy smile, I fell back to the ground.
He moved his hands down my sides and along my legs, slowly pushing my knees apart until there was enough room for him to settle between my thighs. My pulse spiked in anticipation as he grasped the base of his cock, tugging at his length a few times as he shifted closer. I followed his every movement, from the moment he first touched himself to the instant he slid his erection between my wet folds. I sucked my lower lip into my mouth when I felt the head press against my entrance, and my heart thudded away as I waited for him to move.
In the interval between one beat and the next, Marcus had pushed himself into my pussy, and for a moment, the world tilted on its axis.
Looming over my body, he placed his hands on either side of my head and began to move, rolling his hips into mine at an unhurried pace. My arms went to his back as I stared into his fiery blue eyes, and I matched his rhythm without having to think about it for a second. I dug my heels into the ground to leverage my body better, and in response, he smiled down at me and sped up.
My head spun as Marcus drove into my pussy, his thrusts going faster and his cock pushing harder, and I clawed into the flexing muscles in his back, needing something to keep me grounded. Heat passed back and forth between our bodies, making my skin feel like it had been set on fire. My vision blurred around the edges as his erection slipped out and rubbed against my clit, and I moaned as he guided himself back into me, his pace slow once again.
His shifting speeds were torturous and it was impossible to stay quiet when he