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He was back with her, his body pressing her against the wall, his hands lifting her thighs around him, his mouth hot and urgent as he devoured her lips, her neck, the heated flesh above her bra. She didn’t need more teasing...she needed him filling her—now.
‘Marcus,’ she pleaded, pressing against his chest, feeling his skin burn into her fingers. ‘Now.’
He raised his head, eyes ablaze as he straightened and lowered her legs. He moved to take the condom and she lifted it, holding his eyes as she locked her teeth around the perforated edge, freeing her hands to undo the button fly of his jeans.
His cock sprang free against her, and his bareness was both surprising and exhilarating as she slipped her hands around him. ‘Commando?’
‘I was in a hu—’
His words died on a hiss as she pumped him, the slickness over his tip telling her he was close, and she smiled up at him.
‘Don’t,’ he groaned, his hands flying to the wall either side of her, muscles flexing, jaw clamping shut, the pulse working furiously in his neck.
So close.
Her thighs clenched, the ache painfully acute as she tore the packet open and took out the condom, one hand holding him tight at his base, the other rolling it down, taking her time, enjoying the way his jeans hugged tight over his hips, his cock protruding above, so big, so hard for her.
Her eyes shot to his face in fascination. His hands weren’t even on her and the tension still built. Her body was getting off on his visible fight to keep contained, his eyes glazed with need, every muscle rippling with tension. Fuck, he was beautiful, in every which way, and she wanted him with every ounce of her being.
It should scare her.
It would scare her.
But not now.
Reaching his base, she squeezed, and he reacted instantly, his hands flying to her wrists, drawing them up and away, pinning them above her head as he pressed her back against the wall.
‘You enjoy torturing me.’
She bit into her lip, the desire raging through her system making it impossible for her to respond.
He imprisoned her wrists in one hand, his other coming down to take hold of his cock, lowering it down her belly. Instinctively she raised herself on tiptoes, desperate to get him where she wanted him.
‘My turn,’ he said, bending his knees, sliding his hardness between her legs, rocking teasingly against her clit, across her opening but not inside.
His gaze burned down to where their bodies met, and hers did the same, watching as he moved back and forth, back and forth, the condom slickening with her need.
‘Please...’ She sounded pained, the desperation too much to bear, and she writhed over him. ‘Fuck me.’
He cursed, the noise primal as he released her wrists, shifting both hands to grab her thighs up and around him, getting her steady before freeing one hand to position himself at her entrance. And then he thrust, so hard, so deep, he filled her instantly.
‘You feel so damn good,’ he said, withdrawing before plunging once more, the move slow and sure.
Her blouse was tangled up in his fist, pulling tight over her arms, restricting her, pushing her onwards and upwards. She worked with his thrusts, sparking off a frenzied rocking fuck that had her tension spiralling out of control, the position offering up the perfect friction, the perfect everything.
It was so good.
So right.
She was flying, her entire being swamped by pleasurable heat, and then she shattered over him, head thrown back, lids clamped shut. She wanted to ride the wave for ever, to draw it out...
And then her ears were filled with his guttural groan, and the buck of his lower body was telling her that he was gone, his head falling forward to press into her shoulder, his arms around her bulging taut. She clenched him inside her, wanting to hold him, keep him there, loving how he pulsed inside her, how his entire body trembled its release. It was so sexy, so beautiful, and pain ripped her apart.
She didn’t want to give this up. She didn’t want to give him up.
She shut her eyes and pressed a kiss into his shoulder, pushing it all out. It didn’t matter what she wanted. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t sensible. It wasn’t right.
And yet as she listened to their elevated breaths, felt their bodies relax with sated need, something shifted deep inside her.
