practically wrapped around Marcus. His leg was pressing between hers and one hand was resting against her bottom while her cheek used his hard chest as a pillow.
She looked around, amazed at the chaos in the room. The blankets and pillows were gone and the sheet was barely covering the lower half of their bodies. It had been a pretty wild night, she thought. And morning. Looking out the window, she realized that the sun was well up over the horizon. She had no idea what time it was, but since they hadn’t fallen asleep until the early morning hours she figured it was pretty late in the day. Possibly even the afternoon.
This couldn’t be good, she thought, not wanting to move, but knowing she should before he woke up and things became awkward. Maybe if she just….
“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured in her ear, his arms tightening as he pulled her closer to him.
Juliette gasped as his strong arms wrapped around her and her head fell back against his shoulder. “I was going to head out and take a shower.”
She felt his lips kiss her shoulder, then her back, finding that ticklish spot right between her shoulder blades.
“You were trying to sneak away from me,” he argued. “You’re afraid of the morning after.”
She hid her face in the pillow to hide her blush.
“Don’t even try it,” he told her, tossing the pillow across the room. His hand then slid down her back while he enjoyed her gasps at his touch. “You didn’t really want to leave my bed, did you?” he asked, nibbling on her rib cage and causing her to giggle.
“No,” she laughed. “You have to stop that though.”
He chuckled, his laughter deeper but still just as intoxicated with the pleasure of being with her. “I don’t think I have to do anything you tell me to do, now do I?” he asked and tickled her again. But he pinned her down with her arms over her head and his leg on hers, keeping her right where he wanted her.
“You’re a horrible lover, Marcus,” she mumbled but a moment later, she threw her head back as his hand slid down over her bottom. “Don’t do it,” she begged. “I can’t take any more.”
His eyes were watching her, seeing the way her hips pushed back against his hand. “Oh, I think you can take a whole lot more,” he countered as his fingers moved between her thighs, teasing that secret place inside of her that he loved so much. Gone was the laughter and the teasing now. It was all business and urgency. “Do you want me to prove it to you?” he asked, and his fingers slipped out. “Or did you really want that shower?”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, so turned on she could barely lift her head. “Oh, please don’t stop!”
His fingers moved back, sliding into her sensitive folds as he pressed one, then two fingers inside of her. “You’re so beautiful,” he growled, looking down at her sexy back and the curve of her bottom that had driven him crazy as she walked around the house, taunting him with her perfect figure and luscious curves. “You’ve been tormenting me for so long, I don’t think I’m going to let you up for a while. As punishment, you know.”
She rolled over slightly, looking back at him so that her eyes could beg him for release because she couldn’t seem to form the words with her mouth. When she tried to speak, his knowledgeable fingers would shift ever so slightly, causing her more pleasure than she’d thought possible.
Juliette heard the foil package tear and a moment later, Marcus’ fingers were replaced with something much more substantial. She tried to shift but his hands held her in place. “Don’t move,” he urged and pushed her leg forward. Marcus entered her from that angle and Juliette thought she might just climax right then and there. As he moved inside of her, her hands fisted on the sheets, or what was left of the sheets after the previous night. Most of the bed clothes were on the floor.
“Marcus!” she moaned, feeling him deep
She looked around, amazed at the chaos in the room. The blankets and pillows were gone and the sheet was barely covering the lower half of their bodies. It had been a pretty wild night, she thought. And morning. Looking out the window, she realized that the sun was well up over the horizon. She had no idea what time it was, but since they hadn’t fallen asleep until the early morning hours she figured it was pretty late in the day. Possibly even the afternoon.
This couldn’t be good, she thought, not wanting to move, but knowing she should before he woke up and things became awkward. Maybe if she just….
“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured in her ear, his arms tightening as he pulled her closer to him.
Juliette gasped as his strong arms wrapped around her and her head fell back against his shoulder. “I was going to head out and take a shower.”
She felt his lips kiss her shoulder, then her back, finding that ticklish spot right between her shoulder blades.
“You were trying to sneak away from me,” he argued. “You’re afraid of the morning after.”
She hid her face in the pillow to hide her blush.
“Don’t even try it,” he told her, tossing the pillow across the room. His hand then slid down her back while he enjoyed her gasps at his touch. “You didn’t really want to leave my bed, did you?” he asked, nibbling on her rib cage and causing her to giggle.
“No,” she laughed. “You have to stop that though.”
He chuckled, his laughter deeper but still just as intoxicated with the pleasure of being with her. “I don’t think I have to do anything you tell me to do, now do I?” he asked and tickled her again. But he pinned her down with her arms over her head and his leg on hers, keeping her right where he wanted her.
“You’re a horrible lover, Marcus,” she mumbled but a moment later, she threw her head back as his hand slid down over her bottom. “Don’t do it,” she begged. “I can’t take any more.”
His eyes were watching her, seeing the way her hips pushed back against his hand. “Oh, I think you can take a whole lot more,” he countered as his fingers moved between her thighs, teasing that secret place inside of her that he loved so much. Gone was the laughter and the teasing now. It was all business and urgency. “Do you want me to prove it to you?” he asked, and his fingers slipped out. “Or did you really want that shower?”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, so turned on she could barely lift her head. “Oh, please don’t stop!”
His fingers moved back, sliding into her sensitive folds as he pressed one, then two fingers inside of her. “You’re so beautiful,” he growled, looking down at her sexy back and the curve of her bottom that had driven him crazy as she walked around the house, taunting him with her perfect figure and luscious curves. “You’ve been tormenting me for so long, I don’t think I’m going to let you up for a while. As punishment, you know.”
She rolled over slightly, looking back at him so that her eyes could beg him for release because she couldn’t seem to form the words with her mouth. When she tried to speak, his knowledgeable fingers would shift ever so slightly, causing her more pleasure than she’d thought possible.
Juliette heard the foil package tear and a moment later, Marcus’ fingers were replaced with something much more substantial. She tried to shift but his hands held her in place. “Don’t move,” he urged and pushed her leg forward. Marcus entered her from that angle and Juliette thought she might just climax right then and there. As he moved inside of her, her hands fisted on the sheets, or what was left of the sheets after the previous night. Most of the bed clothes were on the floor.
“Marcus!” she moaned, feeling him deep
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