He continued to seduce her with flicks and licks until her legs wobbled and she whimpered in need of a release. “Please, Marcus, please.” Her voice strained and his hand met her ass again with a loud slap.
He was no longer between her legs, his touch missing from her sensitised skin. Whipping her head around, she met his stormy eyes. “Please, fuck me!” she begged. “I want you, like before, in the shower.”
With a swift smack, he slapped her ass again and she watched his gaze land on the subtle wobble. Swooping back down, his lips fluttered kisses covered the sting, his teeth gently biting.
A palm worshipped her flesh with firm strokes and the fingers on his other hand dipped inside her heat.
“Rub yourself, Lana,” he ordered.
Her fingers quickly found her swollen nub, circling and rubbing in the same rhythm as his fingers.
The climax was hard and forceful. A strangled groan filled the room, yet she didn’t hear her own throatiness as she lost herself in his hungry touch.
“I’m going to have you now, Lana. Climb off.” When she turned around to face him, Marcus was kicking off his shoes.
He stretched out a hand to help her down from the counter top, sweeping her naked body into his arms and dropping her to a stand before him.
The look on his handsome face was confusing. Those gorgeous eyes of his had darkened with lust but his mouth was tight and his expression stern.
“Walk to the sofa. Slowly,” he ordered.
Every command he gave, she willingly responded. Sex with Rory was bland in comparison. He never took the lead or ordered her to do anything.
She found Marcus’s voice alone was enough to arouse her deepest darkest desires, but the thought of what he wanted to do to her, ignited her sexual curiosity. Lana knew that she would do anything he asked of her.
Stepping one foot before the other at a leisurely pace, she pranced as seductively as she could, praying she didn’t look like an amateur from behind. Gaining confidence, she paused at the leather sofa, turning her gaze over her shoulder to meet his smouldering eyes.
“Bend over and offer your pussy to me, Lana.”
She did just that, her head on the soft buck skin, her legs spread.
“What do you want me to do with this, Lana?” he asked, trailing his fingers over her wet folds while his other hand pulled a condom out of his back pocket. He unbuttoned his jeans as she lay there fully exposed, surrendering herself to him.
Her insides quivered, hearing the foil packet tear open. “I want you.”
“I want to fuck you so badly, beautiful.” His shirt landed beside her and he kicked his trousers across the floor.
“Please, Marcus,” she whimpered.
“The universe wants us to fuck.” His fingertips dug into her skin. “Do you think you can handle my cock inside you again?” He hesitated, waiting to nudge inside her.
“Yes, Marcus. I need it. More than anything. Please!” she pleaded, bobbing her ass in a wicked plea.
Putting both hands on her slender waist, he pressed his hardness to the opening and shunted deep inside her with a low gravelly grunt.
One hand grabbed the length of her hair, tugging her head backwards. She was under his complete control, Lana submitted to him without regrets and loved every minute of it.
Her insides constricted, clenching him tightly until he slipped out and spun her around, pushing her back onto the sofa. Without hesitation, he plunged his throbbing length back where it belonged.
His fingertips gripped her jaw, uniting their gaze and he crushed his mouth down to hers with a violent hungry kiss that bit and tugged, tasted and took everything she had. Her throaty groans matched his deep hedonistic growl when he released into her trembling body.
Once she floated back down from the best sex ever, Marcus swept her up in his arms and carried her through the house, to his bedroom.
Long windows looked out over the impressive stables and silvery lough. The wooden furniture was bulky and masculine, right down to the imposing brick fireplace and log burner, softened only by a brown cowhide rug and an oval wicker dog basket.
The fresh Egyptian cotton sheets felt cool as he lay her down on the super king size bed. His heated gaze wandered over her cleavage.
He drew in her lower lip with a gentle suck. A pleasurable groan gusted from her throat when her skin tingled. Her arms folded around him, pressing her chest into his.
This time, the kiss was sensual, with slow long sweeps and a deep drawn out intensity. It was one of those kisses that felt sexy yet loving, inviting and hungry.
This kiss was different from all the rest, like Marcus was trying to show her how he felt without having the words to tell her.