Her hand clamped around his dick, and he froze.
“Look what’s getting hard,” she said in a low, throaty voice.
“Getting hard and staying hard,” he admitted. “You awake?”
“Not as awake as you.” She stroked him, and he came to life in an instant.
“We only did it once. I’m disappointed, Marlie. You didn’t seem like you’d be a lightweight.”
“Nice try. You were sleeping before I nodded off.”
“Well, yeah. But that was so I could quickly get my second wind.” He pushed into her hand. “I’ve got it now.”
“I can see that.” She pushed up with one hand, the other still gripping him, and stared down at him, her long hair framing her face. “You feel like round two?”
“You have to ask?”
She stared at his mouth and lowered her head to kiss him.
He cupped her head, moaning into her lips. Marlie had an aggressive way of touching him that turned him into a raging bull. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her until she couldn’t walk, spending inside her until she was all but swimming in him.
But he knew to walk before he could run. That she’d agreed to let him be with her so intimately gave him all the feels. Especially because his Marlie was picky—Ben notwithstanding.
They kissed, and he tugged her hair, loving the feel of her, the way she squirmed on top of him, her wet sex shifting over his cock faster and harder.
He pulled her back, breathing hard. “I’m about to slide inside you. Put a condom on me.”
“On one condition.”
“Anything.” He had to get inside her again.
She grinned, her dark eyes flashing, her smile sweet yet naughty. “You let me be in charge.”
“Do I call you Dark Mistress? Mrs. Clause? Is this a hidden kink?” Please say yes.
“No, you big dork. Just follow my lead.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He would have made an immature comment about his dick already saluting her but didn’t want her to stop whatever she had planned.
“Now put your hands behind your head. Keep them there.” She pulled back the covers while he locked his hands behind his head.
She studied him and nodded. “No doubt you have an amazing body. And the face ain’t half bad.”
“Wow. My ego…can’t…take it.”
She smirked. “I wonder how much it can take.” She slowly backed away and bent lower, her face coming awfully close to his dick that stood stiffly in her hand, pointing at the ceiling.
“Oh, I can take a lot.” Lying like a fucking rug. He was wet and ready to spill from just her hot breath over his tip.
She blew another breath, and he shuddered.
Then she watched him while she licked him.
He closed his eyes and swore, arching into her touch, her mouth so close, her lips teasing as her tongue dipped into his slit.
“Fuck me, Marlie.”
“I intend to.”
