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Then he placed a hand on either side of her head on the mattress and kissed her. Slow, easy…luscious. It was the only word she could think of. He took her bottom lip between his teeth, gently tugging on it before opening his mouth and stealing inside. His tongue slid against hers, tangling her into the kiss. Her eyes slid closed as he pressed closer, his chest brushing against her nipples. She shivered and felt his mouth curve against hers.
He moved away, peppering her jaw with wet kisses, nipping at her flesh and then licking as he moved his way down her body. When he reached her breasts, he pulled one nipple into his mouth, his talented fingers pinching and teasing her other one. Then, he slipped further down her body, all the while kissing, nipping, and licking her body. When he reached her pussy, he settled on his knees between her legs. Placing a hand on each thigh, he pressed them further apart, his focus on her sex.
He traced her slit with his finger, the teasing gesture pulling a moan from her. She shifted her legs, wanting—needing—to press them together, but he refused to budge. Instead, he slipped a finger inside her, curling it just a bit before pulling it back out.
“Damn, you’re wet, Tammy. So, hot and wet,” he said, his voice even deeper than before. He added another finger, then pressed his thumb against her clit. She stood there on the cliff, wanting to jump off into pleasure, but he held back. Instead, he removed his fingers, then gave her pussy a playful pat. The small gesture sent another rush of heat though her entire body. But, when he bent forward, she felt his breath just before he pressed his mouth against her. She was even more turned on this time around, and she thought she would come right then and there. But, like before, Marcus made sure he kept everything teasing, just enough to push her further, but not give her the relief she desperately needed. Over and over his tongue slipped inside of her, then up to tease her clit. She moved her legs beside his head before he clamped down on them. She was at his mercy as he continued his sensuous assault.
Tamilya tried to move, tried to get a better position, but he didn’t allow for it. Soon, though, he tore his mouth away and stood to take his pants off.
“Move up the bed, Tammy,” he said. She didn’t normally like a man giving her orders like that, but right now, she didn’t care. She just wanted him, her body was shaking with need, her mind completely void of anything but the fact that she wanted him inside of her.
He grabbed a condom out of his bedside table and slipped it on before joining her on the bed, settling on the mattress between her legs. He slipped his hand beneath her ass to lift her up, while taking his cock in his other hand. She watched him, expecting a fast love making. It was what she wanted, what she needed. But instead, he entered her, slowly, inch by inch. All the while, he watched her with hooded eyes. Tamilya wanted to press her feet on the bed and force him to move faster, but the way he held her kept her from doing that. Instead, he held all the power, the control…and she wasn’t sure if she liked it.
She opened her mouth to complain, to tell him to hurry up, but he pulled back out, slowly again, then pressed back inside of her again. He kept up that pace for what seemed like the longest time. He continued to build her arousal to the point that she was ready to kill to just have an orgasm. Each little move, each thrust in and out of her, teased her with pleasure, but he still didn’t give it to her. Her body was a quivering mess of need as he completely covered her, his movements faster, not as precise. He nibbled on the delicate flesh just below her ear before kissing her. She tasted herself there as he slipped his hands to her legs and urged her to wrap them around his waist.
He set his hands on the mattress, rising up just slightly as he thrusted deeper, harder, faster. Her orgasm ripped through her with such force that she screamed. She shook, her body bowing up as joy filtered through her.
But he wasn’t done.
Instead, he kept driving into her, pushing her further, higher. The pressure built, and another orgasm hit her before she had completely recovered from the last. As she was drifting down, she looked up at him, his eyes were boring into hers, his own need easy to see. She set her feet down on the bed and started to meet him thrust for thrust, never taking her gaze from his.
She cupped his face. “Come, Marcus. Come with me.”
It seemed that was all he needed. Two more thrusts, which pushed her into another orgasm as he held himself still inside of her. Her muscles contracted around his cock, pulling him deeper and she loved it.
“Tammy,” he groaned as his eyes slid shut, ecstasy stamped on his features.
Moments later he collapsed on top of her, his heart thudding against hers. He moved slightly so that all of his weight wasn’t on top of her. He kissed her jaw, the tender gesture bringing tears to her eyes. She blinked them back, not wanting to get too heavy, too soon. Or ever.
“What’s going on in that head now?” he asked, his voice calmer, but not any less sexy.
“Nothing.”
He sighed. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not right now.”
It was probably the stupidest move she’d made in the last few years, but she couldn’t regret it. Not when her body felt like this, all loose and sated.
She had just made love to Marcus Floyd…and she was pretty damned happy about it.
ChapterEleven
Marcus woke, his body still entwined with Tamilya’s. After ordering dinner and shoveling it into their mouths, they had made love again, then drifted off together. The stress of the last couple of days, along with some healthy sex, had allowed both of them to pass out. They each apparently needed it because neither of them had stirred all night.
He squeezed her tighter. She gave out a little snore and he smiled. It was kind of cute for a woman who could bust the balls of any guy he knew—including himself.
He might have made a mistake, rushing this moment, but he couldn’t regret it. It had been quicker than he wanted. He’d thought to romance her. While their time together before had been romantic at times, they never went on an actual date. Tamilya deserved that. They both did. But still, this time, their lovemaking had been different. Slower, more loving, and he liked that. He would just have to build from that.
He looked down at her again. Her head rested against his shoulder. Every time she breathed, the exhale rushed over his flesh. After all of his encounters with women, everything with Tamilya seemed more intimate, loving. Even during the first time they got together.
She shifted, then yawned, again—cute. She resembled a kitten the way she stretched, then settled against him.
“I think we need to eat,” she said, her voice sleepy and sexy. It made him want to take her again. Now.
Damn. He wasn’t an animal. He could control himself, right?
“Yeah, but I think we could both do with a shower,” he said.
