Othello grabs my ankles, pulling me until my ass is at the edge of the bed. His dick bolts out like a badge of honor. Our eyes lock, heat swelling through my body like a slow-burning furnace. His hardness lines up to my center and strokes it up and down as he watches me with heavy-lidded eyes. And then before I can catch my bearings, he enters me, and we both let out a sharp gasp.
I mold around his flesh, every inch stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Uhhh,shit!” I whimper.
“Fuck.” He breathes.
His pace is deep and relentless, every movement slamming into the spot that makes my toes curl. I chase every thrust, my body bucking beneath his and yearning for more.
I cry out as his thrusts hit a little harder, a little meaner, like he knows exactly how close I am,again.
My moans spill into the moonlit-filled room. My eyes pinch close as I feel myself about to lose control.
“Look at me when you come,” he demands, voice strained and low.
I try.
God, I try.
My eyes flutter open, locking with his, and the moment they do, I lose it.
My pussy clenches around Othello. I moan. He moans too. My climax rolls through me, leaving behind a raw, throaty sound I barely recognize as my own.
“Yes, baby…” Othello breathes, slowing just enough to feel every aftershock ripple through me. His hands are everywhere.
My thighs.
My waist.
My titties.
And then he’s thrusting again, rough and hungry, gripping my hips and driving me into his dick like a jackhammer. He groans against my neck as he lets go, pulsing inside me with a force that leaves us both trembling.
For a moment, the room is nothing but heavy breathing.
He stays inside me, his forehead resting against my chest.
“Damn, that was…damn,” he says again. We lay like this for a moment, saying nothing, both of us trying to catch our bearings. Then Othello slides out and off of me, pulling himself onto his feet.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“To get another condom?”
My brows lift, and he laughs at my expression.
“I told you,” he murmurs. “All night.”
I smile, dazed and aching in the best way.
31
morning sun
OTHELLO
The burnin my lungs feels good as I race along the endless shoreline of the Pacific. The beach is damn near empty this time of morning, with the sun slowly peeking from the horizon. Sweat clings to my skin in the early morning humidity, and my muscles are tight from last night’s exertion. The ache and memory only sharpen the satisfied grin I can’t keep off my face.
I feel lighter emotionally. And more content than I have been in a long time. The pressure. The resentment. Gavin. Carina. All of it seems to evaporate into thin air. And I know why. Marley is the culprit behind it all. Last night was something I’d never experienced in my life. Deep, unbelievable, love-making. Flashes of her face stretched in pure ecstasy. The sounds of her breathless moans and sharp cries. Her fingernails dragging into my back. Her pussy snug and tight.
