“You need me,” he growled, lifting my head up so I could see the intense expression on his face. “Just like I need you. We both feel it, Dani. It’s not just you.”
It was remarkable how he could put into words exactly what I was thinking, and then put me at ease with those feelings by confessing that he felt the same way. I wasn’t comfortable with my emotions being so exposed, but knowing he felt the same primal, out-of-control instincts made it easier to handle.
“I know,” I said in a muffled voice as I buried my head against his neck.
I did comprehend that it wasn’t just me, but it felt better to hear him say it.
I was disappointed when he stepped back, but my displeasure quickly turned to astonishment as he stripped off his T-shirt and tossed it to the ground. “What are you doing?”
He grinned at me, a mischievous expression that I was starting to adore. Maybe because I was pretty certain Marcus didn’t show this side of himself often.
“Getting naked,” he explained.
“Here?” I squeaked.
“Right here. Right now,” he confirmed as he started to lift my T-shirt.
“We’re outside in the rain,” I reminded him.
“I know.” He tugged on my damp shirt.
I lifted my arms and let him strip the T-shirt off. It might be raining, but it was still summer, and it was plenty warm.
“What if somebody comes?” I asked.
“Somebody is going to come,” he answered nonchalantly as he continued to strip off my garments. “Hopefully both of us,” he added.
I actually giggled as I watched him fumble with my sneakers, and I finally took pity on him by just slipping them off, and then stepped out of my jeans. “Feeling daring?” I asked as I used his shoulder to balance myself.
God, I loved this audacious side of him, his quiet confidence that he could do anything he wanted.
“Not really,” he answered as he set my clothing aside on the ground once I was naked. “We’re on my property. And I know that adding a little bit of intrigue gets you off.”
His fingers trailed up my thighs, and I gasped, feeling something akin to an electric jolt surge through my body. It wasn’t entirely comfortable, but it was arousing. “How do you know that?” I asked, already panting as his warm breath hit my naked pussy.
“Because I brought you to orgasm in a bathroom with somebody just barely out of sight,” he explained with infuriating calmness.
“I was—” My voice cut out, and I completely forgot about protesting as Marcus’s hands landed on my ass and his tongue speared through the pink flesh that was right in front of his face.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, and then drew a sharp breath as that slick mouth started to mercilessly devour me.
I plunged my fingers into his wet hair, needing some kind of balance and sanity where there was none. I came undone as Marcus meticulously started his sensual campaign to drive me insane.
He drew my leg over his shoulder, forcing me to use the tree to keep myself upright, and to grip his scalp harder.
When Marcus demanded, I was nearly helpless not to respond.
He delved deeper into my pussy, his mouth, tongue, and nose all stimulating my sensitized flesh. His tongue lashed at my clit, and I trembled with need. My nude body was getting pelted by rain, and the most beautiful man on the planet was enthusiastically consuming my pussy like it was the only thing he needed for sustenance. It was the most erotic sensation I’d ever experienced.
I closed my eyes and drew my hands from his hair and then lifted them to grapple for a hold, finding it as I clutched the rough bark over my head.
Marcus teased, and then attacked. Savored, and then devoured with a hunger that seemed insatiable.
“Please make me come,” I pleaded, my body quivering with the need to orgasm.
But he knew how to keep me from tumbling over the edge, to balance on a razor’s edge, and it made me crazy. I’d start feeling the peak coming, and then he’d back off just enough to stop it from happening. Marcus was a master at forcing me into a state of desperate need.
“Marcus!” I screamed, not caring who might hear it. I had to come.
I tilted my head back as I felt the next wave building, Marcus burying his face in my pussy harder than he had before. Droplets of water from the sky continued to roll over my face and breasts, but I welcomed the sensual sensation. I was so lost in the pleasure of Marcus’s mouth on my core that I couldn’t think about anything else.
My fingers were gripped so tightly to the rough tree bark that I knew they were probably bleeding, but it didn’t matter. I was completely focused on my need for release.
“Now,” I demanded, but there was a needy tone in the command.
My climax washed over me so abruptly and forcefully that it was almost scary. I let out a moan of release and satisfaction, my body shaking as it was pounded by wave after wave of sensation. My orgasm was intense, and Marcus continued to lick and nip at the tender flesh, milking every ounce of pleasure he could from me, seemingly ravenous for every drop of my juices he could lap from between my thighs.
I panted as I tried to recover, my legs weak as Marcus gently placed my foot back on the ground.
“I hate it when you do that,” I said breathlessly as he straightened and I wrapped my arms around him.
“No, you don’t,” he answered hoarsely. “You love it.”
Lord help me, but he was probably right. I loved the anticipation, and the enormous release that only he had ever given me. Or maybe I had some kind of love/hate relationship with it. I loved the climax, but I hated the torment.
I love you.
In my emotional state, I wanted like crazy to say those words out loud, but I bit my lip to keep from crying them out.
“Maybe I like it a little,” I admitted.
He pushed my hair back from my face. “You’re wet,” he said gravely. “Are you cold?”
“Are you kidding?” I snorted.
“Just checking.”
I ran my hands down his muscular back, and they glided smoothly over the slickness of his skin. “Fuck me, Marcus. I need to feel you inside me.”
He moved back enough to cup my breasts, teasing the saturated nipples with his thumbs. “I just want to watch you for a minute,” he replied.
My eyes rose to meet his tumultuous gaze. “Why?”
“Because you look so damn beautiful right after you come. I like knowing that I was the guy who put that expression on your face,” he answered covetously.
“Do I look ridiculous?” I asked hesitantly, not knowing that I had that look.
He lightly pinched my pebbled nipples and then ran a soothing circle over them slowly. I closed my eyes to absorb the pleasure/pain sensation as he repeated it over and over again.
He leaned forward and kissed my slippery lips before he said gruffly, “Hell, no. You don’t look ridiculous. You look like you’re fucking mine.”