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He covers my mouth once more, more slowly as if he’s savoring every inch of me. My body wants more as I try to fight for dominance, trying to urge him to do more.
He pulls back and looks at me with those dark orbs blazing with lust and a wicked grin on his face. “What’s wrong, Sprite? Can’t a man take his time and enjoy savoring his woman?”
My breathing is choppy as I gasp. “Savor later, right now my body wants hard and fast.” I don’t even know where that thought originated. I’ve never so blatantly asked for something like that, even before everything happened. But I know in my soul, Marrow is my safe space and he’ll always be careful with me.
His lips twitch before both of his hands squeeze my butt again, lifting me with ease as he stands from the couch. My legs naturally wrap around his waist, as much as I can while my arms are around his neck. “As you wish,” he says while striding through the house and into his bedroom.
I hang on tight like a spider monkey because I now know his tricks, earning me a chuckle when he tries to throw me on the bed unsuccessfully. “Not this time,” I grumble. “You can gently place me on the bed today, thank you very much.” I try to sound prim and proper, though it probably loses some of its effect since I’m clinging to him while rubbing my core in little circles.
He walks over to the edge of the bed and looks at me in mirth. “What happened to wanting it fast and hard?” He places me down slowly.
I lean back on my elbows and stare up at him. “I want sex hard and fast. But I have no intention of flying through the air and landing like I’m in a children’s bouncy castle unable to get purchase.” I shake my head at him. “I have no idea why you do that so often,” I huff.
He gives me a careless shrug, “I enjoy watching your body bounce all around. Everything wiggling is nice for me to watch.” His grin reminds me of an unrepentant toddler who ate chocolate cake for breakfast and doesn’t care if you’re annoyed about it.
I roll my eyes while shaking my head slowly. “Men,” I mumble.
He sends me a toe-tingling smirk, “I think by now you know that I’m all man.” He pulls off his shirt and tosses it on the ground. His hard, perfectly defined muscles are even more beautiful to see with the sliver of moonlight shining on them as a beacon for my eyes.
I can feel my mouth go dry as undoes his jeans and pulls them down, allowing me to see the large bulge in his black boxer briefs. They might say that black is slimming, but that simply is not the case when it comes to Marrow. I swear, it highlights every thick inch of him. A sight that you would think I would be used to by now, but I’m not. My hormones go into over drive every time I see him like this. It’s something I hope never changes.
My shirt and pants are off before I realize what I’m doing. My mind seems to be working on its own, ensuring that I get him inside me sooner rather than later.
He leans over me, undoes my bra and gingerly places it on the ground. His hands roam over my sides, down my thighs, and back up again until he reaches the top of my panties. He slides them off before ripping his own underwear off harshly and kicking them away. The contrast between the two actions is almost startling, but I don’t care. I’m back to panting with want and he’s barely touched me yet.
He lays down beside me, placing feather like kisses along my collarbone, each of my breasts, down to my belly and finally my thighs. Every inch of my skin feels electrified, my whole body is buzzing.
His fingers rub circles on my thighs before going to my clit making me moan. The tiny friction even more palpable since my body is strung so tight. His hands push against my inner knees, and I unabashedly open wide, my body knowing exactly what kind of pleasure he can wring out of me.
He lowers his mouth to my core, never taking his eyes from me, as his tongue strokes over my clit, making my body shake. Or possibly just my legs, which currently resemble a dog when you scratch its happy spot. I should be embarrassed but I’m not. God, it feels so good. He growls as he sucks and licks at my core voraciously, making little spasms start to explode.
I’m close already and kind of pissed. I could let him do this forever and my body seems to have other ideas dammit.
He uses his hand to spread my folds, giving him even better access to all of me. Not that I’m complaining, my body turns to jelly and even my toes start to tingle every time he flicks his tongue up and down.
I’m so close that I’m aching for release. My body is dripping and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.
He adds two thick fingers into me as his tongue is licking everywhere, but my clit. He’s teasing me and my body is on fire. How does he not see that I might die if I don’t come soon?
“Jake, please.” I whimper pathetically, but I’m beyond caring; if I have to beg, I will.
He chuckles darkly but takes pity on me finally using the right amount of friction on my clit and pressure in my core. I go off like a rocket and see stars and possibly aliens, who knows. I hold onto the sheets for dear life as my whole body locks at the height of my orgasm.
When I come back to reality, I find Marrow already above me, poised between my legs, gripping his massive cock in his hand while holding himself up with the other. His beard is glistening from my juices and he’s wearing a self-satisfied smirk. Not that I can say anything; he has a right to be proud of himself.
His body is radiating heat like he just spent time in a sauna making me try to snuggle closer to him. He gathers my hands in his, weaving our fingers together and his hands pin my arms on either side of my head. It should feel claustrophobic but if anything, it makes me feel safe being caged in by him.
I spread my legs wider, an invitation to let him know I’m ready and he thrusts into me a second later. I moan loudly as his thick length stretches me to the brink. He’s so much bigger than me, that I still have to somewhat get accustomed to his girth. Somehow knowing this, he slowly slides in and out a few times allowing me to adjust. I swear he knows my body better than I do most days.
I close my eyes and sigh, each of his slow thrusts causing an amazing friction throughout my body.
My eyes fly open as he pulls back and slams inside. His smirk is devious. “You wanted fast and hard. That’s what you’re gonna get, Sprite.”
I writhe around, unable to move as his hands are still holding me down, but not in a painful way. No, this is erotic the way he’s dominating me. I never thought that would appeal to me so much with my past, but dammit, it really does.
His thrusts are firm and fast, lifting his hips in a way that seems to always catch that spot inside that never seemed to exist before him. My skin is on fire and the muscles in my back are trembling from the rising tension in my core. I can feel my stomach starting to contract and my muscles bunching. I’m on the edge but can’t seem to go over that peak.
In his way, where he seems completely in tune with my body, he releases one of my hands and lowers it between us. Between his forceful thrusts and his finger on my clit, I come unexpectedly. My breathing stops as I cry out, not having enough air to make a sound as my whole body seizes.
