in the movies couldn’t compare to the reality of Marcus. He was shockingly male. And all of that maleness was coming towards her.
Once more, she scooted back, shaking her head. “Marcus…” she whispered, her eyes wide with worry now.
Marcus instantly knew what was going through her head and he stopped teasing, holding her close while he kissed her gently. The urgency was still there, but he gave her tenderness while his hands brought back to mind what he intended. “Let me just take care of you, okay?” he asked, moving to her neck before she could answer.
Juliette didn’t think she really had a choice. She needed him, had wanted this for so long and even though she was nervous, the excitement welling up inside of her was pushing that fear away.
So when he moved his mouth down lower, capturing a nipple in his mouth and teasing it, all the worries vanished replaced by a scorching need to know this man intimately. She trusted him. She didn’t understand how it would work but she trusted him to show her how.
This time when he moved lower, he was prepared for her resistance and moved between her legs before she knew what he was planning. And the reward for his stealth was the sweet taste of her and her soft body arching up into his hands. All too soon, she was splintering apart and he watched and tasted as she fell back down to the earth.
“Marcus,” she whispered when the tremors finally subsided.
She heard the foil tear and opened her eyes to watch as Marcus sheathed himself in protection. When she looked up at him, the nervousness was back and Marcus saw it in her eyes. “Don’t,” he warned her, moving back to her and settling right where he wanted to be. “Just trust me,” he coaxed.
He moved inside of her slowly, then back out. When he saw her eyes widen with amazement, he almost lost his control but he started counting backwards from one hundred and was able to pull himself back from the brink. But she was so tight, so hot and ready for him. As he pushed in deeper, he felt her pain as it jerked her body and felt bad for that, but not bad enough to stop. Nothing could make him stop now. He did wait for her to adjust to his size. When he finally felt her body relax slightly, saw her eyes close and her sweet lips curl with pleasure, he moved again, shifting inside of her.
Amazingly, she was right there with him, her hands clasping his shoulders while her teeth mauled her lip, her back arching against him and he was almost angry that she was so close already. He wanted this to last. He wanted to stay inside of her forever. But at the same time, he was so close himself. Too close, he thought and shook his head, furious with himself for his lack of control, his lack of finesse. It was all because of those sighs of pleasure coming from Juliette, he thought, watching as her body shifted underneath his. She probably had no idea how sexy she looked as she pushed closer, shifted her hips against his as he thrust into her. She was almost demanding in her shy, innocent way, her soft hands sliding along his arms and she even lifted her knees, taking him deeper.
Marcus felt her close around him and had to start the backwards count all over again. He moved in and out, shifting to give her maximum pleasure and knew the moment when she was going to come apart again. Holding her close, he pressed into her one more time and felt her whole body climax around him. The erotic feeling was too much for him and, even though he wanted to prolong the feeling and make her climax last longer, he couldn’t hold back his own orgasm.
As they slowly came back down to earth, Marcus tried to make sense of this moment, tried to understand why this meant so much and why it was so much more powerful. But in the end, all he could do was hold her tight and try to catch his breath.
Chapter 8
Juliette woke up slowly, her mind starting to grasp exactly what she’d done the previous night. It wasn’t hard to remember since she was
Once more, she scooted back, shaking her head. “Marcus…” she whispered, her eyes wide with worry now.
Marcus instantly knew what was going through her head and he stopped teasing, holding her close while he kissed her gently. The urgency was still there, but he gave her tenderness while his hands brought back to mind what he intended. “Let me just take care of you, okay?” he asked, moving to her neck before she could answer.
Juliette didn’t think she really had a choice. She needed him, had wanted this for so long and even though she was nervous, the excitement welling up inside of her was pushing that fear away.
So when he moved his mouth down lower, capturing a nipple in his mouth and teasing it, all the worries vanished replaced by a scorching need to know this man intimately. She trusted him. She didn’t understand how it would work but she trusted him to show her how.
This time when he moved lower, he was prepared for her resistance and moved between her legs before she knew what he was planning. And the reward for his stealth was the sweet taste of her and her soft body arching up into his hands. All too soon, she was splintering apart and he watched and tasted as she fell back down to the earth.
“Marcus,” she whispered when the tremors finally subsided.
She heard the foil tear and opened her eyes to watch as Marcus sheathed himself in protection. When she looked up at him, the nervousness was back and Marcus saw it in her eyes. “Don’t,” he warned her, moving back to her and settling right where he wanted to be. “Just trust me,” he coaxed.
He moved inside of her slowly, then back out. When he saw her eyes widen with amazement, he almost lost his control but he started counting backwards from one hundred and was able to pull himself back from the brink. But she was so tight, so hot and ready for him. As he pushed in deeper, he felt her pain as it jerked her body and felt bad for that, but not bad enough to stop. Nothing could make him stop now. He did wait for her to adjust to his size. When he finally felt her body relax slightly, saw her eyes close and her sweet lips curl with pleasure, he moved again, shifting inside of her.
Amazingly, she was right there with him, her hands clasping his shoulders while her teeth mauled her lip, her back arching against him and he was almost angry that she was so close already. He wanted this to last. He wanted to stay inside of her forever. But at the same time, he was so close himself. Too close, he thought and shook his head, furious with himself for his lack of control, his lack of finesse. It was all because of those sighs of pleasure coming from Juliette, he thought, watching as her body shifted underneath his. She probably had no idea how sexy she looked as she pushed closer, shifted her hips against his as he thrust into her. She was almost demanding in her shy, innocent way, her soft hands sliding along his arms and she even lifted her knees, taking him deeper.
Marcus felt her close around him and had to start the backwards count all over again. He moved in and out, shifting to give her maximum pleasure and knew the moment when she was going to come apart again. Holding her close, he pressed into her one more time and felt her whole body climax around him. The erotic feeling was too much for him and, even though he wanted to prolong the feeling and make her climax last longer, he couldn’t hold back his own orgasm.
As they slowly came back down to earth, Marcus tried to make sense of this moment, tried to understand why this meant so much and why it was so much more powerful. But in the end, all he could do was hold her tight and try to catch his breath.
Chapter 8
Juliette woke up slowly, her mind starting to grasp exactly what she’d done the previous night. It wasn’t hard to remember since she was
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