I looked down at his bobbing erection, heard him groan, then looked up at him through my lashes.
“Do it,” he dared with a tight smile.
“Oh, I will, lover.” I grasped his thighs to steady myself.
Marcus immediately widened his stance, his cock stiff under my regard.
I stroked his legs and blew a soft breath over his slick cockhead, reveling in his moan.
I felt so powerful, a lusty energy growing with every beat of my heart.
I closed my lips over him and sucked, and his shattered reaction made everything right.
“I—baby.” He pushed deeper into my mouth. “That feels so good. Yes, sertia, more.”
I stroked the underside of his shaft with my tongue, and he jerked and clutched my head, his hands gentle, his grip firm.
I loved it. Desire rolled off Marcus in waves, lapping over me as if the two of us were already one. Drunk on his scent and taste, and wanting to pleasure him, I took him to the back of my throat.
With long, slow strokes, I worked him with my tongue, promising relief before easing off the pressure. I bobbed over him, letting a natural rhythm take over as I imagined riding him, not with my mouth, but with my body.
I was so wet at thoughts of him coming in my mouth. Just knowing I could bring him to such a state was as much a turn-on as the actual event.
He sighed my name and ran his fingers through my hair, tugging me closer when I sucked harder.
“I-I wanted this to last.” He tried to sound stern, but the enraptured look on my face must have been his undoing.
His eyes darkened, and the room seemed to cloud, a cooling mist that both refreshed and made us slick against each other while I moved over him, taking more then less. And then I stroked his sac, rubbing his balls, and licked the underside of his shaft.
He kept moaning my name and murmuring in that lyrical language I found so compelling. Again, he muttered the word “affai,” but I was too caught up to press him on the issue.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, love.” He was so thick and hard it was a wonder he hadn’t already. “Swallow me, Tessa. Take all of me.”
Like a waterfall, he gushed down my throat. He clasped my head, still conscious to protect even as he shuddered with an orgasm that held him in such a tight grip.
When Marcus had brought me to climax, I’d been unable to think of anything but him, my body lost to the rapture of sensation. Yet he had the presence of mind to be gentle with me.
He thrust one final time, and I swallowed the last bit of him, then pulled back to release him one glorious inch at a time.
His breathing heavy, he just stood there and gathered me to him. “Sertia, what you do to me.”
He kissed me full on the mouth and must have tasted himself, for he groaned again. “You are so giving.” He pushed me back to the bed. “Now it’s my turn.”
With every stroke of his hands and tongue, he brought me to peak but not quite over.
He teased my nipples, my pussy, all the sensitive parts of my body I hadn’t realized could be that erogenous. His touch flowed over me like water, until I understood he used something more than the physical to bring me to ecstasy.
I watched through shuttered eyes as he parted my folds and pushed inside my slick heat. A shimmer in the air caressed my arms, my shoulders, my thighs.
I saw nothing out of place but felt surrounded by liquid heat, by the emotion he didn’t speak that embraced me the longer we touched.
“Please, Marcus.” I gasped as he followed with his mouth the path his hands had taken, settling over my sex. He pressed his tongue over my clit, and I arched into him, unable to stop myself.
“That’s it. Come all over me. I want to drink you down,” he crooned and closed his mouth over me.
“Marcus,” I cried as my world burst into a million fragments.
He groaned and lapped up my cream. “You make me so hard.”
