He knew exactly what I needed. Before I knew it, he’d lifted me off my feet, my back still pressed to the wall as my legs wrapped around his waist. Already I could feel his thick cock straining against those sweatpants, grinding against my ass. I needed him. I needed himnow.
“Fuck me,” I commanded. “Right now.”
His eyes darkened at my words, and I felt a growl rumble through his chest. “Are you sure?” he asked, even as his hands gripped my thighs tighter.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I breathed against his lips. “I need you, Marcus. Right fucking now.”
That was all the permission he needed. He carried me down the hallway to his bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine. When we reached the bed, he laid me down with surprising gentleness given the urgency thrumming between us.
“I need to prep you,” he said, already reaching for the nightstand drawer. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then hurry,” I demanded, working at my jeans. “Because if you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes, I’m going to lose my mind.”
He pulled out lube and worked quickly, helping me strip off my clothes with efficient movements. When I was finally naked beneath him, he paused, his eyes roaming over my body like he was trying to memorize every inch.
“Goddamn you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers already slick as they found my entrance.
I gasped as he pushed one finger inside, then another, stretching me with practiced ease. He knew my body now, knew exactly how to work me open, and I was panting within seconds.
“More,” I begged, trying to push down on his fingers. “Marcus, please.”
“Soon,” he said, but I could hear the strain in his voice. His cock was tenting his sweatpants obscenely, and I knew he was just as desperate as I was.
When he finally added a third finger, I nearly came apart. The stretch was perfect, the fullness making me ache for more. I reached down his sweatpants, gripping his thick cock so that he moaned my name.
“Fuck Xavier,” he groaned.
“Fuck me now,” I commanded. “I can’t wait any longer.”
He positioned himself between my legs, rolling a condom on as fast as he could. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Our eyes met, and I saw everything I felt reflected back at me. Want. Need. Forgiveness. Hope.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered one more time.
“I know,” I replied, pulling him down for a kiss. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”
He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, and I cried out at the perfect stretch of him filling me completely. He stilled, giving me a moment to adjust, his forehead pressed against mine as we both trembled.
“Don’t stop,” I urged, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Please, Marcus.”
He started to thrust, slow and deep at first, then faster as we both chased the pleasure building between us. Every stroke hit that perfect spot inside me, sending electricity shooting up my spine. I clawed at his back, easily leaving marks, but I didn’t care. I needed him closer, needed to feel every inch of him throbbing inside me.
“Xavier,” he groaned, his pace becoming erratic. “I’m close. So fucking close.”
“Me too,” I gasped, reaching between us to stroke myself. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
A few more thrusts and I was cumming hard, spilling between us with a cry that was probably too loud. The feeling of me clenching around him pushed Marcus over the edge too, and he buried his face in my neck as he came with a guttural moan.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us shaking and breathless. Marcus pressed soft kisses to my neck, my jaw, my lips, and I felt tears prick at my eyes. Not from sadness, but from the overwhelming relief of having this back. Of having him back.
“I really am sorry,” he murmured against my skin. “For everything.”
“I know you are,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. “And we’re going to be okay. We just... we need to communicate better. Trust each other more.”
He nodded, carefully pulling out and disposing of the condom before gathering me into his arms. I went willingly, tucking myself against his chest and listening to the steady thud of his heart.
“I only have three more days here,” I said quietly. “The wedding is this weekend.”
His arms tightened around me. “I know.”
