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SomehowJohn Wickmorphs into a marathon of action flicks—Terminator 2andThe Transporter, to name a few. Tea long forgotten, Gunz spoons me on the couch as I use his thick bicep as a pillow. Time and time again, we siesta whenever the desire strikes. Hours pass with his arm draped across my middle, his dick against my ass, as he draws comforting circles onto my belly over my shirt. Every now and again, he pecks my head, then snuggles his nose there, inhaling my scent as if he doesn’t give a damn I notice.
It’s wonderful. Every minute. Every touch.
“Glad you’re here, love,” he whispers against my beanie, coaxing a warm-and-fuzzy grin to the surface.
“Me too,” is my simple reply.
Dragging his damp lips across my neck, he kisses me there, soft and oh-so-sweet. “Wanna kiss you all better.”
I hum, fully on board with the sentiment. He can kiss me all he wants. Anytime he wants. Wherever he wants. Gunz is safe. Sexy and powerful. I snuggle into our embrace, communicating as much without words.
A palm flattens against my belly, and he sucks a mark onto my neck. Light flicks of his tongue coat my skin, setting it ablaze, between deep pulls and nibbles. My toes curl as I push my ass back, feeling his length hard and thick against me. His palm presses harder into my abdomen, melding us together. “Is this okay?” he mutters.
“Yes,” I croak, praying he doesn’t stop. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this good… this cared for and desired.
“I won’t do anything more, love. I promise. I just wanna feel you…” He clears his throat. “I need to… mark you.” Gunz laves across the mark he finished, drawing circles around and around with the tip of his tongue, tasting me, his breath hot on my flesh, his groans low and sensual in my ear.
“Okay.” I shiver.
“I promise it won’t hurt.”
“I trust you.” And I do. Without a doubt.
“Need to erase them…”with marks of my ownis left unsaid. Yet somehow, I understand.
One by one, each imprint is replaced. I roll onto my back as he leans up onto an elbow to kiss and taste another before sucking the bruise away, replacing its ugliness with a creation of his own.
Unable to stop my body’s reaction and not wanting to, I grow wet, goosebumps pebbling across flesh as Gunz nudges my chin with his. Rolling my head toward him, I nuzzle his bicep and relish in his scent—all man, spice, and yum.
His beard scraping the best of ways, my hot biker peppers the gentlest of kisses upon the last fingerprint. “You’re beautiful,” he mutters before tasting me there. “Salty.” He hums in satisfaction.
Teeth scrape flesh.
I gasp.
He moans, turned on by my reaction.
Undulating against my thigh, Gunz sinks deeper, pulls deeper. Reaching across my body, he grips my hip with his free hand. Fingers imprint flesh. In time with his sucks, he tugs me harder against his form, fucking my thigh through his sweats. Eyes rolling back into my skull, I free-fall into the moment, not the past, not the future. Here. Now.
Pleasure pounds through my veins.
Arousal soaks through the cotton of my pajamas as I squeeze my legs together, to quell the ache there.
Gunz inhales deeply as if he can scent my excitement. Moaning, broken and sexy, this glorious man ravages my neck. Teeth sink deeper, and I let him because I want more. More of this. More of us. Just more.
Following his lead, I taste and suck his bicep. Each pull on my neck elicits one of my own upon his flesh. Like a buoy in the ocean, I reach out to him, to tether me as we float into a maelstrom of ecstasy.
There is where he protects me.
Covets me.
Fisting the fabric of his sweats in my right hand, I saw my legs together as he continues to roll against my hip. In unison, we lose ourselves, sucking welts into flesh. Quivering in the best of ways, my back arches off the couch as the pressure builds.
And builds.
Gasping for air, I teeter on the precipice.
