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I couldn't help but touch him, to run my hand down the length of his torso. It had only been a day since we'd had sex, but I craved him, and when my hand grazed his lower half, I could tell he wanted it too. I could feel him growing harder as I brushed against my hand against him. That familiar fire ignited low in the center of me and I felt myself growing wet just thinking about everything we could do together; everything I wanted to do, and everything I wanted him to teach me.
But the kids were home, in bed down the hall, but they were still home. And I wasn't sure how comfortable Marcus would be with us having sex with his kids home.
I looked up at him and he smiled mischievously.
“How quiet can we be, you think?” he asked.
“I dunno,” I said, “Judging by how much and how loud you made me scream last time, I have some concerns. But we can try. I'm always willing to try.”
“These walls are pretty soundproof, I think,” he said, rolling over to face me.
We were now staring deep into each other's eyes, and I couldn't believe this wasn't another fantasy. Not only was I sleeping with the man I'd loved since I was a kid, he loved me back. Marcus leaned in and kissed me, stroking my face softly as he pulled me into him. I worked at his pants as he slipped my shorts off. As soon as his hands touched me, a shudder ran through me as that fire inside of me burned even higher. We hadn't even started yet and I was already worried about how quiet I was actually going to manage to be.
Marcus rolled over, and this time, he was on top of me. As he stared down into my eyes, our bodies pressed together and I felt truly happy. I felt complete. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lifted my body up until he was pressing against me. All it would take was one movement and then we'd be joined together again. Reaching down, I took hold of his stiff cock, drawing a soft moan from him, and guided him into me. He still moved slowly, carefully stretching me open as he entered me.
I could see he was struggling to stay in control of himself and not give into the primal need I saw in his eyes. He was doing his best to move slowly and not just thrust his hard cock into me. His jaw was clenched tight as he slowly entered me, sliding himself into my hot, wet pussy inch by glorious inch. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried out softly once he was sheathed inside of me, and he looked at me with concern in his eyes.
“No, you're not hurting me,” I answered before he even asked. “You are driving me crazy though.”
“Good,” he said, adjusting my legs and sliding himself into me a little deeper. His head fell forward as he started to move his hips and he groaned, softly.
Our bodies moved together, in perfect rhythm, and it felt amazing. He was so soft, so gentle and thoughtful. He kissed my neck, my collar bone, my lips, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world as he made love to me.
We were as quiet as possible, which wasn't easy. The bed rocked back and forth on the frame, squeaking with each movement. There was no screaming out of his name this time, just my soft groans as he moved in and out of me, filling my body with such pleasure. The feeling of having him inside of me was so intense that I had to bite down on the side of my hand to keep from crying out loudly.
I felt my orgasm growing inside of me, and it was coming on strong.
“I'm going to come,” I muttered softly.
My moans were growing louder, and as the first wave of pleasure hit, I was overcome with bliss. To prevent myself from crying out and waking the kids, Marcus kissed me, silencing me with his mouth. I felt him tremble above me, and my body tightened around his cock, spasming as I came.
He pulled away from my mouth, and said, “I love you, Emma,” as sweat dripped down from his forehead.
He continued to move his hips, to thrust himself deep into me as his head fell forward and an animalistic groan came out of him as he buried himself deep inside of me. The sensation of him driving his cock so deep inside of me made me climax again, this time even harder than the last.
My body writhed and bucked beneath him and I felt his body stiffening, trembling. I knew he was on the verge, so I squeezed my muscles tight around his cock as he thrust into me one last time. He groaned and said my name softly as he exploded deep inside of me. Marcus gave me one more long thrust and he stayed inside of me, his body trembling as he fought to control the noises escaping his mouth.
And when it was all over, he fell beside me and held me close.
“I love you too, Marcus,” I said, whispering it softly into his ear. “I love you too.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MARCUS
I hadn't seen Dan for a few days after the confrontation, though I knew he and Emma were talking about everything that had happened. She told me things were tense, but that they were working themselves out. It wasn't pretty at the moment, but she tried to assure me that eventually, he'd come around.
I was skeptical, but she promised me a million different times in a million different ways that I no longer had to worry about him making a scene at my place again, which was good. The last thing I wanted was to be any more of a spectacle around the neighborhood than I thought I already was.
So, it was with a healthy dose of surprise when I came home from work, kids in tow after picking them up at daycare, to find Dan Taylor sitting on my front porch.
He stood up the moment we approached and I felt the knot in my stomach constrict painfully. The look on his face told me this wasn't a warm and fuzzy neighborly social call. Not knowing what I was walking into made me nervous.
I kept my kids close to my side, didn't get too close to him, and kept an eye on him, just in case things got out of hand.
He was the first to speak, “Marcus, we should talk,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm – a calm that didn't exactly match the dark look upon his face.
I nodded. “That would probably be a good idea,” I said. “Come inside.”
