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“You go ahead,” she said, moving away from him.
He let her go because it took forever to get hot water in his shower. So, he went into the bathroom, started the shower, then walked back into his bedroom. She was snuggled there, hugging his pillow. Marcus stood there for several minutes watching her. The rising sun was filtered by his blinds, but it peeked through, adding a glow the room. It danced over her flesh, making her look like a fantasy made just for him. But the truth was, she didn’t need the setting. She drew him no matter what.
As he felt the heat rise in the bathroom behind him, he forced himself to walk to her. He almost hated pulling her out of bed, but not when he was going to have her in the shower with him.
He placed his hands on the mattress and leaned over her.
“Come on, Tammy.”
“Nope,” she said, turning over to give him her back. He chuckled, then grabbed her. She squealed, then laughed as he picked her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and settled her head against his shoulder once more. This was what was important. These moments that seemed so damned insignificant but meant the world to him. He wanted more of these, with her, for the rest of their lives.
He loved her.
In that one instant it hit him. He had thought it before, but now, the need he felt for her went beyond the sexual. There was a bond, a mutual respect, and then there was this. Even though they had rushed everything before, Marcus remembered moments like this. Was that why he freaked out last time? Probably.
“Hey, are we just going to stand here by your bed?” she asked.
“Yeah. I mean, no. Sorry.”
Then he walked her to his bathroom, setting her down so she could stand. He opened the shower door and waved her in. He followed her, stepping under the spray. The hot water beat into his muscles, easing the tension he had just felt.
He opened his eyes, watching as Tamilya lathered her hands with his soap.
“I love this scent,” she said, as she slid her hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples and leaving suds in her wake.
Fuck me.
“I did,” she said with a smile.
It was then that he realized he’d muttered the words out loud. He continued to watch her as she slid her hands down to her pussy. His dick hardened, lengthened. Her gaze took him in and she smiled.
“Move to the side,” she said. He did as she asked—how could he not. She was a lathered, bubbly fantasy, and she was just for him. No one else. He would do anything she wanted if she just let him keep looking at her.
She rinsed her hands off, then stepped back again. He stood in front of the spray as she wrapped her hand around his dick. With ease, she pumped him, her soft touch pulling a groan from him. Then, she dropped to her knees in front of him, still moving her hand over his cock. Each time she slid up, she brushed her thumb over the tip.
“Let’s go back…”
But she was already shaking her head. He wanted to demand it, but he also didn’t want her to stop. Instead, he settled his hands on his hips, trying to control his need. Pleasure unwound within him as she slipped her hands to his sac. She teased him slowly, and he couldn’t help but think it might be some kind of payback for before. Of course, he couldn’t complain when it felt so fucking good.
He let his head fall back and he closed his eyes, so he wasn’t prepared to feel her mouth. His eyes shot open as he felt her tongue flick over the head of his cock. He looked down as she took just the head into her mouth. She kept her gaze locked with his as she swirled her tongue around it, again teasing him. He wanted more, he wanted to feel himself in her mouth, but he understood this was her part—her time to take control. As the water sluiced down over the two of them, she took him into her mouth, her tongue dancing over his fevered flesh.
As she slipped one hand to his ass to steady herself, she kept her hand wrapped around him, pumping his shaft every time she dragged her mouth up his cock. It was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen or felt. Her eyes slid closed, pleasure darkening them before her lids descended. Then, she sped up her actions, humming as she went. Each little move had him dancing near the edge. He grabbed at her, wanting to be inside of her when he came, but she knocked his hands away. She pulled back.
“I want this, Marcus,” she said, her eyes directly challenging him.
Then, her eyes closed again as she took him back into her mouth. At that point, he lost it. He gently wrapped his hands around her neck, holding her still so that he could fuck her mouth. She didn’t protest at all. Instead, she hummed again, the tiny vibrations dancing over his flesh. Harder, faster, he thrust into her mouth, reveling in the way her tongue would slide against his cock, the way she plucked at her nipples as she did. She gagged once or twice as he hit the back of her throat. With one last hard thrust, he came, closing his eyes as bliss took over him. Tamilya drank him down, humming and moaning in pleasure.
When he was finally spent, he pulled away and lifted her up. Then, he crowded her against the tiles. The smile she gave him told it all. She looked like the proverbial cat who ate the canary. He pressed his finger up in her, curling it slightly. Her eyes dilated; pleasure easy to see in the depths of her chocolate brown gaze.
He smiled as she shuddered, her entire body close already. Giving him head had turned her on that much.
Then, he got down on his knees in front of her. He didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward and slipped his tongue inside of her again. The taste of her need, that musky, womanly tang, danced over his taste buds. The woman was definitely made for him. Sensual and delicious. It only took him adding a finger, along with his tongue, to push her up and over into bliss once more. She wrapped her hands around his head as she climaxed, her body shaking and his name on her lips as she came.
He stood, placing his hands against the tile on either side of her head. Leaning down, he brushed his mouth over hers. Tamilya cupped his jaw, the moment sweet and sensual. In that instant, he realized, he wasn’t panicking about his feelings for her. Not ever again. He wanted this, wanted her beside him, in his bed.
He rested his forehead against hers.
“So, you are still going to feed me, right?” she asked, with enough sass to pull a chuckle from him.
