Marcus returns, a breathtaking sight in the doorway.
“Yes,” I agree, watching Reuben pull out of the driveway.
The heat of Marcus’s chest settles against my back. Strong. Solid. As grounding as the arms he anchors around my middle.
“You were beautiful,” he murmurs into the side of my cheek.
I was angry.
But I don’t correct him.
“You didn’t wake me,” I say instead.
“You needed rest. Also,” his lips find the curve of my neck, sending a warm tingle down my spine, “I like the sight of you in my bed. In my clothes.”
I turn my face and let him capture my lips. That simple gesture somehow becomes the slow act of his fingers undoing the buttons on my top until it falls open to his hands. I’m nudged up onto the window cushions on my knees, hands splayed across the cold glass.
“You are never allowed to wear anything else,” he breathes, cradling my breasts in both palms.
His thumbs move lazily over the peaks. I watch the points harden with every flick. Moan with the electric currents snapping all the way down to my clit.
“You didn’t finish last night,” I pant, back arching deeper into his touch.
“I did.” His left hand slips down my belly to cup my throbbing sex. “You were sleeping. Sank my cock deep into your used cunt and emptied.” His fingers slip through the mess. A combination of my arousal and his release. “Did you know you cum in your sleep, Lenny? You spread your legs and came all over my dick.”
I gasp at the image, at the hot surge of unadulterated desire that punches through me. Ames loved making me cum in my sleep. He’d finger my switch over and over, counting the number of times I would climax before coming awake.
The similarity is a welcoming blanket of comfort I clasp right as his father works two fingers home.
“Shhh,” he croons when I sob and shudder. “Show me what a good girl you are for me, Lenora. That’s it. Don’t stop.”
I’m vaguely aware of the hiss and snap of his fastens as I rock my hips into his palm. As I chase that sweet release so close.
He stops right as I hit the peak and I whine my protest.
“Don’t you want to cum on my cock, Lenny? Don’t you want to feel stretched and full?” he taunts while pulling me back, pulling me down.
The head of his erection breaks through my opening, and I sink or he rises. We’re both moving and coming together. And I’m melting into that perfect invasion.
“You were made for this,” he breathes into the side of my face. “Made to take me so deep in your tight body. So perfect. My perfect girl. Fuck, that’s it. Ride me.”
Weight braced against the glass, I drive my hips over him. I take him deeper with every plunge. With his words hot in my ear and his finger a steady beat against my clit.
“Marcus!”
“That’s it, baby. Don’t stop. Show me how badly you want my seed inside you.”
I wheeze as I cum. As I grip him tight and shudder. My core seizes around the thick girth of him with such possessive greed, Marcus snarls in my shoulder.
“Fuck!”
His finger strums fast and urgent over my pulsing nub, prolonging my agony until there is nothing but the roar of the ocean between my ears and the flood of his release washing through my channel.
It dribbles out with his slow extraction. It splatters across the bench between my trembling thighs in white puddles.
Behind me, Marcus cups the underside of my chin and tips my head back to the mouth he closes over mine.
“Good girl,” he pants in between hard coaxes. “Took it so well.”
