“Since you did some exploring, I thought I might do the same,” he said. Then he spread her open with his thumbs. He looked up at her. “Did you make yourself come?” he asked.
She squeezed her eyes closed tightly. “Yes,” she whispered.
“I want to watch you do that one day,” he said as he licked her from top to bottom.
“You can watch me do anything you want,” she gasped as he bumped against the sensitive spot at the top of her sex. “Right there,” she said.
“Show me what you like,” he said, reaching up and taking her hand. He pulled it down and placed it at the apex of her thighs.
“Just touch me, Marcus,” she said. “Touch me before I go mad.”
He slid one finger inside her and stopped. “Is that better?” he asked.
“Marginally,” she gasped out.
“Rub yourself,” Marcus commanded.
“Give me more,” she pleaded. He pulled his finger from her and rimmed around the edge of her opening with it.
“So pretty,” he breathed.
“Marcus,” she pleaded, pushing against his hand.
“I want to look around down here,” he teased. “Stop being in such a hurry.”
“Marcus!” she cried. “You’re not supposed to be looking around down there.”
“How else am I supposed to figure out how everything works?” He slid his fingers inside her, and this time, it must have been more than before, because she suddenly felt full. She stilled. “That worked,” he breathed.
“Stop playing, Marcus,” she warned.
“I was an innocent before you took my virginity, silly girl,” he teased. “I’m still learning, just like you.”
He pressed her fingers, which still rested at the apex of her thighs, against her heat. “Show me how you rub it,” he said gently.
She groaned into the side of her arm. She lay there naked, aside from her stockings, and his head was between her thighs and he wanted to map out her body parts from down below?
Fine. She would show him how she liked it. She dipped a finger into her passage, her fingers sliding along his, and brought some of her moisture forward.
“That’s an interesting tactic,” he said.
“Makes it slippery,” she whispered, a grin tugging at
her lips. This was so wicked. And if there was one thing she would never have expected to do in broad daylight with Marcus, it was explore her body.
“Show me,” he pleaded, his voice sounding like it had been dragged down a gravel road and back.
She circled her finger around that little nub, and Marcus groaned. “God, I love you,” he growled. “Don’t stop.”
Marcus licked across the center of her, kissing her nether region the same way he kissed her mouth. He worshiped her with his teeth and tongue, and his fingers slid slowly in and out of her. He crooked his fingers inside her, and she reached for his head with her free hand, sliding her fingers into his hair.
“Marcus, I’m close,” she warned.
Marcus nudged at her hand with his nose, pushing it to the side as he continued to crook his fingers inside her. She ground her hips against his hand, pushing him deeper, making herself tighter. His lips replaced her finger as he uncovered the little nub that pulsed like mad with his thumb and bent to take it into his mouth. He suckled her, latching on to that swollen little spot with his mouth, abrading it with his teeth and tongue as he set a rhythm at one with the beat of her heart.
“Marcus!” she cried. “Good God, Marcus.”
And then she broke. She was so sensitive that she tried to move away from him so she could come apart slowly and carefully. But he would have none of that. He hooked his arms around her thighs and held on to her hips, refusing to let her get away. And as the waves crashed over her, he gave no quarter. Her body quaked, her channel convulsing in spasms of sheer pleasure. Her sheath clenched, and she desperately wanted it filled.