“No way. Are you serious? What kind of assholes did you sleep with that they couldn’t make you orgasm?”
I take a step closer as she shrugs.
“It’s not their fault. I just can’t orgasm without some serious hand action down there.”
The blush deepens on her cheeks, but she never looks away from me.
Taking the final step that separates us, I wrap my left arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against me. My free hand settles on the curve of her ass, as she places her hands on my shoulders.
I slide my hand from her lower back to her side. I keep my hand above her shirt as I brush my fingers over her ribs and up along the swell of her breast until I reach the smooth skin covering her collarbone.
When I feel her shiver at my touch, I move my hand behind her neck and tilt her head back.
Her lips part as she takes a breath. Fuck, I want to taste her. I want to lick and bite her into submission.
“Marcus,” she whispers, drawing my eyes back to hers. Fear creeps into her eyes, mixing with the desire she feels for me. “Please don’t have sex with me if you’re not sure about us.”
I lean down and keeping my eyes locked on hers, I don’t stop until I can feel her breath on my lips.
“Willow, I’m not going to have sex with you.” I watch as the fear makes way for a look of disappointment, so I quickly continue, “There will definitely be times when I will rip your clothes off and fuck you so hard that you will still feel me inside of you the next day.”
Her breaths come faster from the sexual tension between us.
“I am so sure about us that I’m going to take you to my apartment where I will make love to you. Nothing I do to you will just be sex.”
I step away from her and grab my jacket from the floor. I wrap it around her shoulders and help her push her arms into the sleeves.
As I button it, I say, “This will have to cover you until we get to the apartment.”
I grab my shoes while Willow picks up her jeans and sandals, then I wrap my arm around her and walk her to the stairs.
We don’t say anything until I’ve locked the front door behind us. I drop my shoes right there, and take Willow’s jeans and sandals from her, letting it fall to the floor.
“Fuck the bedroom. We’ll get to that later,” I growl as I strip my jacket off Willow’s body.
The unsure look on her face tells me all I need to know. Even though she’s had sex before, she has no confidence when it comes to sex.
I wrap my arm around her waist and holding her to me, I walk us over to the couch. When I reach the spot where I kissed her last night, I let go of her and pull her shirt over her head.
“Willow, you better start taking my clothes off, or I’m going to fuck you while fully clothed,” I warn her.
Her fingers are trembling as she starts to unbutton my shirt. When she’s done with the last one, she slowly pulls my shirt open. She looks at the new scar as she lightly traces a finger over it.
Emotions flash over her face, then she whispers, “You didn’t die.”
Whatever uneasiness she was still feeling about us, melts away as her eyes start to sparkle with happiness.
She lifts herself on her toes and slams her mouth to mine. Yanking my shirt off, she throws it to the side and starts to make quick work of my belt.
It’s my turn to be kissed senseless, and it takes me a few seconds before I manage to take the control back from her.
I help her shove the pants down my legs and reach for the snap of her bra. It comes undone quickly, but I take my time pulling the straps down her arms.
Breaking the kiss, I look down.
“Fuck, I’m lucky,” I growl at the sight of her perfect breasts. This woman is unearthly beautiful.
Wanting to see all of her, I drop to one knee. I take hold of the fabric and just like I did with her bra, I slowly pull her panties down her legs.