Her pussy was wet, moist, and more than ready for my insistent cock. But I ignored it. What I really wanted was to taste her, devour her juices until I was satiated.
I heard her whimper as I buried my face between her thighs, tasting every inch of her sweet pussy with a flat tongue and subtle pressure to her clit.
“Oh, God. Marcus. Yes.”
Her desperate words were followed by a hard grip on my hair, urging me to make her explode with pleasure.
I took my time, slowly ramping up the tension in her body by giving her more and more stimulation to the tiny bundle of nerves that I knew would get her off.
Her hips rose, the move done solely to try to get her satisfaction. She ground her hips against my mouth, silently urging me to give her more.
I got drunk on the taste of her, and the erotic movement of her hips grinding up with every stroke of my tongue.
She was desperate as she panted, “Make me come, Marcus. Please, make me come.”
I didn’t want to stop, but I could hear the strain in her voice, and the last thing I wanted was to confuse her. There was time enough later for delayed gratification. For now, I just wanted to give her everything she wanted.
I focused on the little pulsating nub, my tongue stroking over it hard, allowing Dani to fly a little higher.
Her grip on my hair intensified, and my mouth grew rougher and rougher as I heard every catch of her breath.
Come for me, Dani. Come on. Let go.
I stayed on her clit, but I used my other hand to penetrate her sheath, using one finger to open her, and then two to fuck her.
She was writhing beneath my mouth, her breath coming hard and fast, when I felt her body tighten. A strangled scream left her lips when I felt the inner walls of her channel clamping down on my thrusting fingers.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her chanting was incoherent, and I’d lost any other words she might have spoken. All I could hear loud and clear was her acceptance of her oncoming orgasm.
I was sweating bullets as I imagined her tight, slick sheath taking my cock.
Her muscled sheath clamped down on my fingers, and her body began to tremble as she rode her climax full force. Her back arched off the bed, and her hips ground up, her fingers clutching my hair with a death grip.
I lapped at the released stream of juices as they flowed from her pussy, savoring every single drop.
“God, Marcus. What in the hell was that?” she exclaimed as her body started to spiral down.
I moved up her body slowly. “I believe it’s called an orgasm,” I informed her.
“I’ve had orgasms. I give them to myself. That was…different.”
I tried like hell not to think about her getting herself off. It was a picture that would now probably be perpetually ingrained on my brain.
I plopped beside her as she caught her breath, moving one of my slick fingers to her lips. “This is what you taste like,” I growled, watching as her mouth opened and then clamped onto my finger.
My dick twitched, imagining that sensual mouth taking something other than one of my digits.
She sucked on my finger for a moment before releasing it. “Amazing,” she said simply.
I smoothed her damp hair from her face. “Yeah, you are,” I replied, deliberately misunderstanding her meaning.
She was so responsive.
So ready for me.
So damn fearless.
I kissed her forehead as she recovered her breath and then flopped onto my back. Every instinct in my body wanted her, needed to fuck her and make her mine.
But my protective instincts intervened, saying maybe I’d pushed her as far as I dared for now.
Dani
My eyes were closed, and I felt like my body was so sensitized that I could feel every breath I took entering and leaving my lungs.
What Marcus had done, and the way he made me feel, had completely blown me away. I’d entered a world of pure, sensual pleasure, and it was a space that I never wanted to escape.
“That was...” Hell, I had no words. I wanted to tell Marcus how I felt, but how do you say thanks for something you never knew existed? “Orgasmic,” I finished in a hoarse whisper, knowing that what I’d said was lame, but not knowing how else to describe it.
I had some previous sexual experience, but nothing had ever felt like that. The pleasure had been so intense that it was almost painful. The fact that Marcus had seemed to enjoy every moment of the experience had made it just that much more powerful.
I slowly recovered, and then noticed that Marcus was flat on his back.
Rolling to my side, my head propped on a pillow, I asked, “Is everything okay?”
His arm was covering his eyes. “Yeah. I’m good.”
He didn’t sound good; his voice sounded beleaguered.
“What’s wrong?” I pressed.
He rolled to his side so we were face-to-face. His fingers threaded into my hair as he said, “Nothing is wrong. Seeing you like that was fucking amazing.”
Marcus was being honest. I could see it in his eyes.
“Then why are you waiting? I’m recovered, and there’s nothing I want more than you,” I told him hesitantly.
He let out a masculine sigh. “I still remember how scared you were when I kissed you on my jet right after you were rescued. Dani, I don’t ever want to see that look on your face again.”
I propped myself onto my elbow. “Wait a minute. You think I’m scared?”
He moved with me, putting his hand beneath his head. “Aren’t you? You still have panic attacks, Dani, and you haven’t been with a guy since you were gang-raped.”
A tenderness for this man beside me flowed over my body and landed in my heart. He was afraid for me, worried about me not being ready to have sex again. “Marcus, I wouldn’t have started this if I didn’t want to finish it. I’m not afraid of you,” I informed him in a gentle tone.
“You should be,” he grumbled. “The crazy-ass way I want you scares the hell out of me.”
I knelt beside him, running my hand down his muscular abdomen, and then reaching inside the elastic waistband of his underwear for what I really wanted. “I can tell that you want me,” I teased, stroking my fingers up and down his rock-hard shaft.
“Jesus Christ, Dani, knock that shit off before you find yourself underneath me and at my mercy,” he growled, his jaw clenched tight.
I tugged on his boxer briefs, pulling them off his body by sheer will, because he didn’t help me one bit. His body tensed as I straddled him and then speared my hands through his hair and lowered my body down on his, savoring the way we felt skin-to-skin. I kissed his forehead before I put my lips next to his ear. “Fuck me, Marcus. Do it before I go crazy. I want you deep inside me. I want to watch you come.”
I knew he was fighting his desire, and I was determined to make sure he lost. His concern for me touched my soul, but there was no need for it. I wasn’t a fragile flower, and I had never, ever been afraid of him. Maybe time hadn’t healed all of my wounds, but I wasn’t afraid of sex or Marcus. Really, all I wanted was sex with Marcus.
Maybe if it had been anyone else but him, I might feel differently. But it was him, the guy my body desperately craved, and I wasn’t fresh from the rescue anymore.
I knew what I wanted.