He directed me to the nightstand with his eyes, and I reached over and removed a condom from the drawer. I put iton him, my fingers lingering on the task. I took pleasure in hearing him groan and watching as he bit into his bottom lip.
When he was finally covered, he placed his hands on my hips and guided me onto his length. I sank down onto him, and we both moaned. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness exactly what I needed.
I didn’t move at first, simply allowing my body to adjust to his size.
“You good?” he asked in a strained voice.
“Yes,” I breathed.
I began to move then, finding a rhythm that made us both lose our breath. His hands continued to roam over my body—up my sides, cupping my breasts and squeezing them, then going lower again to hold onto my hips and guide my movements.
Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. We communicated with our bodies and the sound of our breathing. As the pressure built between us, I paid attention to his expressions as I rode him. I watched the way his jaw clenched and the way his eyes darkened with pleasure. He was beautifully unguarded as he shared his raw reactions.
“Julia,goddamn.” His hands tightened on my hips. “Baby, I need...”
I gyrated my hips as I bounced up and down on his hard dick.
He suddenly dropped an F-bomb and then flipped us over, never breaking our connection. One minute I was on top, the next I was on my back with him above me. He positioned my leg higher on his hip and switched the angle. I cried out and sank my nails into his biceps.
He lowered his head to my ear. “Shh,” he said, reminding me that we weren’t alone.
Each successive thrust was deliberately deep and slow, andhis mouth was everywhere—on my lips, on my neck, on my collarbone. His hands were too, continuing to torture me and moving all over my body.
Pressure coiled tighter inside me until I felt as if I were suffocating. I could barely think. All I could do was feel his hard body thrusting into mine. My fingers dug into the muscles of his back, and my legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper as my hips bounced frantically faster.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured in my ear. “Go on ahead and let go, Julia. I got you.”
And so I did. The orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave hitting me and forcing my body to arch and tremble beneath him. Another loud cry burst from my lungs as my head tossed back. I couldn’t help it. He feltso damngood.
Seconds later, his rhythm faltered and he buried his face in my neck, releasing my name as a rough whisper while his fingers sank into my hips and dragged me tighter against him.
He shattered against me, releasing a loud, breathless groan as he climaxed. Panting hard, he collapsed on top of me, spent from the power of his own orgasm.
We stayed in the same position for a while, our hearts pounding, both of us breathing hard. The sheets were twisted around my feet, and we were lying diagonally across the bed.
Finally, Marcus rolled off of me, and we both stared up at the ceiling.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He laughed softly. “Yeah. Wow.”
A few minutes later, after he had disposed of the condom in the adjoining bathroom, we pulled the covers over our naked bodies and snuggled together. I rested my head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart.
Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to drift in the warmth of Marcus’s arms—content and completely satisfied.
Chapter 16
Julia
Iwoke slowly, awareness creeping across my consciousness as I rolled onto my back on an impossibly comfortable mattress. Marcus’s lingering scent remained in the air around me, and I smiled.
Marcus.
Memories of last night came rushing back. The way he kissed me. The firm pressure of his hands on my skin, and the way my body responded to his every touch. Moaning quietly, I turned onto my side, sensing I was alone in bed and wishing I wasn’t.
Except I wasn’t alone.
When I opened my eyes, Noah was standing beside the bed in his pajamas, staring at me with curious eyes.
