Page 56 of Colombian Chemistry

His eyes ignited with desire when my fingers brushed over my breasts.

“Oh, that’s not fair, Irene.” His lips parted as he watched me.

I didn’t stop, the desire in his eyes fueling me on as I stroked a hand down my stomach, sliding my fingers lower and lower.

“You’re killing me, Irene. We shouldn’t do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. I want this, Marcus. I want you. Please. Stop fighting it and come over here and kiss me.”

As my fingers kept traveling lower, Marcus’s jaw ticked and tightened. When I slid my fingers between my legs, finally, he growled out, “Fuck it.”

He moved across the room in three large strides, grasping me around the back of the head and yanking my mouth against his. Pain exploded in my lips, but his tongue and his kisses soothed the brief ache. His other hand moved to the small of my back and pulled me against his large frame. I felt his towel slip loose and his hard cock pressed against my stomach as he bent me backward into a knee-quaking kiss.

My fingers explored every inch of his back as he held me against him, each kiss and touch of his igniting my passions to scorching.

“Are you sure?” he whispered against my lips.

“Don’t stop. I want to experience everything with you. I want to let myself go with you,” I responded, taking his lip between my teeth.

The small nibble inspired a growl from him, and he pushed me back against the wall. I pressed the back of my head into the brown wallpaper as he captured my mouth with his again. When I was dizzy with desire from the passion in his kiss, his lips moved from my mouth to my neck. His tongue and his kisses trailed south, then his rough hands cupped my breasts, and he lifted them to his mouth.

“Oh God,” I breathed as he pulled my nipple between his teeth.

The censure of pleasure and pain lit up every nerve in my body as he twisted and teased my nipples, alternating between soft brushes with his tongue and toe-tingling nips and nibbles. Heat pooled between my legs with the desire burning hotter than I’d ever experienced before.

When I felt his fingers moving down my stomach, I sucked my lip between my teeth and bit down. The slow anticipation of waiting for his touch between my legs almost caused me to explode. Instead of touching me where I desperately needed him, his hand drifted down my thigh. My pelvic muscles clenched with need as I whimpered my frustration and looked down at him.

Marcus stared up, his eyes mischievous as he continued dragging his fingers across my thigh. “Tell me what you want, Irene.”

“Please,” I breathed out, shocked by my own brazenness. “Touch me.”

Hearing my soft plea ignited the fire in his smoldering eyes. Slowly, he slid his fingers between my thighs and moved up, one agonizing inch at a time. I thought I would explode with need waiting for him to reach the spot between my legs, begging for his attention.

When his fingers finally brushed up against it, I gasped and slammed my eyes shut.

“Is this where you wanted me to touch you?” he asked as he worked lazy circles around my bundle of nerves.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“And what about here?” He slid his fingers lower and up inside of me.

I gasped and bit my lip, nodding my head while his fingers moved in and out of me.

“You’re so sexy, Irene,” he whispered, then took my nipple in his mouth again.

I stood pressed back against the wall while he dipped his fingers in and out of me as his mouth worked its magic on my breasts. When his lips drifted away, and his kisses moved south down my stomach, I snapped open my eyes to look down. Marcus lowered himself between my legs, and my heart hammered as he looked up at me, holding my gaze.

“I want to taste you, Irene. I want to make you come with my mouth.”

“Yes,” I begged as he parted my skin with his fingers. His tongue slid between my legs, and I almost passed out from the exquisite sensation. “Oh my God.”

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall to keep from falling down. My legs shook and trembled as he worked me with his fingers and his tongue, and as he stroked me to heights I’d never known I could reach, I whimpered and cried out his name.

I didn’t know it could be like this... that I could feel this way. All my inhibitions faded away as I stood completely naked and exposed to him, letting myself go as the power of my orgasm shattered me into a million pieces. I didn’t care that I probably woke up Hector or half the apartment building. I didn’t care that the Jungle Kings probably heard me scream his name. For the first time in my life, I didn’t care. All I cared about were the feelings his tongue and his touch brought me.

All I cared about was him.

Marcus rose from between my legs with a smile. “I knew you were a screamer, but damn girl. I feel like I earned a gold medal or something.”