Was it fear of rejection? Inhibition? Regardless, time with Marcus appeared to be purging her of both.
Marcus bent over the bed and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue skirting the edge of her lips. "Is that what you wanted?"
Tabitha smiled. "It was lovely, but it wasn't what I meant, and you know it."
"Tell me what you want."
Now was the time to be bold. "I want you to kiss me. Lick me."
One masculine fingertip parted her labia. "Where?"
"My clit. Please, Marcus." Tabitha contemplated the unfamiliar sensation of the cool air against her clean-shaven flesh. She decided she liked it. The novelty stimulated her imagination to produce naughty thoughts. Wonderful, naughty thoughts.
Marcus dropped to his knees beside the bed. He grasped her legs and pulled her to the edge of the mattress, hanging her legs over his shoulders. He dove into her, his mouth moving freely over her most private spot. He fastened his lips to her, sucking gently, and licked his way down. He plunged his tongue inside, swirling around her sensual threshold.
Marcus laved his way back up to the top of her slit and flicked her swelling bud with his tongue, side to side and up and down. He latched on, kneading her with his lips. He pushed her thighs wide, then slid one hand below his mouth. His fingers dipped into her, one, then two. Moving his hand in rhythm with his mouth, he propelled her higher until she broke, bucking against him with a high, keening cry. He stilled against her, but didn't move away.
As Tabitha floated down, her body convulsed with orgasmic aftershocks.
Marcus got to his feet, unfastened his pants, and dropped them to the floor. Grasping her ass in his hands, he lifted her as he drove himself inside. After a few deep thrusts, he emitted a hoarse groan as he reached climax.
Marcus enfolded her in his arms and repositioned her on the bed, still buried inside her. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, entangled together. "You make me so crazy. I can't wait to get inside you."
Tabitha lips quivered with a smile. "I can't wait for you to get inside me, either. I feel like I'll explode if you don't touch me and I'll explode if you do."
Marcus chuckled. "I wonder if we can survive going through everything on the list."
The agreement crashed back into Tabitha's consciousness. "There's no hurry."
Marcus paused. "No. There isn't. Is the whole contract idea making you nervous?"
"I … I don't know. Maybe I just need time to mull it over."
Marcus pulled away from her, disengaging their bodies. "What are you concerned about?"
Tabitha sat up, sorry she had ruined the moment. "Nothing. Everything. It's a big step."
Marcus moved off the bed, his back to Tabitha. "Yes, it is. Of course you should think about it. You absolutely should not do anything you don't feel completely sure about. I don't want that."
Tabitha tried to make herself understood. "I mean, I know this isn't new to you …."
Marcus broke in. "It is new to me. I've never had a formal agreement before. Never offered one. It wasn't necessary."
Tabitha recognized his emotional withdrawal. "Oh. I didn't realize."
Marcus brushed her off. "It's not a problem. Take the papers with you. Look them over. We can discuss any issues and, if you decide you're not ready, that's fine."
"It doesn't sound like it's fine." His coolness unnerved Tabitha.
He shrugged. "Tabitha. It's fine. It's not a big deal. It needs to be something we both want."
Tabitha searched for the words to express her thoughts more clearly. "I do want it. I just want to be sure."
"I want that, too." He kissed her on the forehead. "I have meetings early tomorrow. What about you?"
Was he hinting for her to leave? Tabitha loved falling asleep in his arms, but it appeared he didn't want that tonight. "I have work. Maybe I should … ah, head out. Let you get a good night's sleep."
"That sounds fine. We can get together later in the week when things wind down." Marcus's flat expression conveyed nothing of
Marcus bent over the bed and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue skirting the edge of her lips. "Is that what you wanted?"
Tabitha smiled. "It was lovely, but it wasn't what I meant, and you know it."
"Tell me what you want."
Now was the time to be bold. "I want you to kiss me. Lick me."
One masculine fingertip parted her labia. "Where?"
"My clit. Please, Marcus." Tabitha contemplated the unfamiliar sensation of the cool air against her clean-shaven flesh. She decided she liked it. The novelty stimulated her imagination to produce naughty thoughts. Wonderful, naughty thoughts.
Marcus dropped to his knees beside the bed. He grasped her legs and pulled her to the edge of the mattress, hanging her legs over his shoulders. He dove into her, his mouth moving freely over her most private spot. He fastened his lips to her, sucking gently, and licked his way down. He plunged his tongue inside, swirling around her sensual threshold.
Marcus laved his way back up to the top of her slit and flicked her swelling bud with his tongue, side to side and up and down. He latched on, kneading her with his lips. He pushed her thighs wide, then slid one hand below his mouth. His fingers dipped into her, one, then two. Moving his hand in rhythm with his mouth, he propelled her higher until she broke, bucking against him with a high, keening cry. He stilled against her, but didn't move away.
As Tabitha floated down, her body convulsed with orgasmic aftershocks.
Marcus got to his feet, unfastened his pants, and dropped them to the floor. Grasping her ass in his hands, he lifted her as he drove himself inside. After a few deep thrusts, he emitted a hoarse groan as he reached climax.
Marcus enfolded her in his arms and repositioned her on the bed, still buried inside her. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, entangled together. "You make me so crazy. I can't wait to get inside you."
Tabitha lips quivered with a smile. "I can't wait for you to get inside me, either. I feel like I'll explode if you don't touch me and I'll explode if you do."
Marcus chuckled. "I wonder if we can survive going through everything on the list."
The agreement crashed back into Tabitha's consciousness. "There's no hurry."
Marcus paused. "No. There isn't. Is the whole contract idea making you nervous?"
"I … I don't know. Maybe I just need time to mull it over."
Marcus pulled away from her, disengaging their bodies. "What are you concerned about?"
Tabitha sat up, sorry she had ruined the moment. "Nothing. Everything. It's a big step."
Marcus moved off the bed, his back to Tabitha. "Yes, it is. Of course you should think about it. You absolutely should not do anything you don't feel completely sure about. I don't want that."
Tabitha tried to make herself understood. "I mean, I know this isn't new to you …."
Marcus broke in. "It is new to me. I've never had a formal agreement before. Never offered one. It wasn't necessary."
Tabitha recognized his emotional withdrawal. "Oh. I didn't realize."
Marcus brushed her off. "It's not a problem. Take the papers with you. Look them over. We can discuss any issues and, if you decide you're not ready, that's fine."
"It doesn't sound like it's fine." His coolness unnerved Tabitha.
He shrugged. "Tabitha. It's fine. It's not a big deal. It needs to be something we both want."
Tabitha searched for the words to express her thoughts more clearly. "I do want it. I just want to be sure."
"I want that, too." He kissed her on the forehead. "I have meetings early tomorrow. What about you?"
Was he hinting for her to leave? Tabitha loved falling asleep in his arms, but it appeared he didn't want that tonight. "I have work. Maybe I should … ah, head out. Let you get a good night's sleep."
"That sounds fine. We can get together later in the week when things wind down." Marcus's flat expression conveyed nothing of
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