“Keep them open,” he warns without lifting his head from his task. “I want you to watch how wet you get for me.”
“I’m already so…”
Nipple caught between his teeth, he lifts his head, eyebrow quirked in question.
Embarrassment burns to the tips of my ears, but I whisper, “Wet.”
Nipple pops free and he smirks. “Are you?”
The hand in the mirror dips. It skirts down my quivering abdomen to the place I’m weeping to feel him, and I whine with the first stroke of his fingers.
And he groans.
He releases a low, rumbling purr that has me catching my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Fuck,mon p’tit.You’ve soaked my sheets.”
My reflection jerks her hips up into the steady rub of his fingers. I watch the digits shine in the light of the candle, growing damper with every pass he makes from opening to clit.
Against my ear, he growls words of such filth, alternating between French and English. Fluent in both, the words blur in a stream of such depravity I expel harder against his strokes, and he feels it. Feels the hot rush.
“Soon, you will take every inch of my cock in here. I’ll spread you open and you’ll watch me stretch this tiny hole wide.”
It’s with that promise that I cum with a cry of his name. The world hums beneath an ocean of nothing and there is nothing but that moment of bliss. My body heaves under his unhurried strokes, chasing my release until the very end.
But it all comes rushing back with the first bounce of my hips hitting the mattress. Only five heartbeats of peace before I’m reminded that I shouldn’t be happy when they are dead.
Chapter Eight
Marcus
Iwaketoahazyovercast and Lenora’s sweet, plump tits cradled in my palm. Her musky scent clings to my skin. To the air. An invisible fist tight around my cock.
It’s hard to be the strong one when I would fall to my knees just for a taste of her pussy.
I tease the swollen nub and feel it shrivel. The woman in my arms sighs. Her hips push back into the hard bulge of my erection.
Two nights of her in my bed.
Having her naked and willing in my arms is not helping me remember why I’m being so careful.
“Do you want to use my mouth?”
My throat closes around my sharp inhale and I nearly choke.
“What?”
Lenora turns over in my arm and peers up with sleepy eyes.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” She doesn’t let me misunderstand when she takes my cock through my sleeping pants. “I can suck you.”
“Fuck, Linny.”
But she’s already wiggling down my torso, lips grazing a path down my chest. Her fingers curl into my waistband.
“Or do you want to cum inside me?”
I’m dreaming.
