while his hand moved between us and slipped inside my swollen folds. “Fuck. You’re so wet. So tempting.”
But he didn’t rush. He switched his intoxicating attention to the other breast, suckling and nipping at the puckered peak until I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him to my mouth for a taste of his very talented tongue.
“Not yet, baby,” he warned, ending the passionate kiss and the grind of my hips along his length.
“I can’t wait,” I said rather impatiently.
He laughed, then kissed me again, appeasing my mind, but not my body. “Allow me to take my pleasure, baby,” he said, kissing down the side of my throat, over my chest, through the center of my stomach, and settling between my legs.
“Delicious,” he proclaimed, and continued to trail between my spread folds until my thighs were shaking with need. He stretched his hands and cupped my breasts, playing with my achingly hard nipples as he closed his lips around my clit and sucked. I bucked off the bed, biting my lip to keep from coming, but the scream that escaped my mouth begged him to take me.
My fingers gripped his shoulders, and I sensed his satisfaction in my reaction beneath his skin. His muscles tight, his control strained, he raised his beautiful head and looked into my eyes. “Hold on, baby. Trust me,” he said, trailing a soft touch along my lips. “I want so much more from you. I want your breath when you climax.”
In just one night, in the first time he was with me, there was no doubt in how much I loved Mark. I tangled my fingers in his hair, and held his gaze. “Anything you want.”
He dipped his tongue into my channel and urged me higher. As Mark alternated between filling my pussy and blowing a slow breath on my clit, I burned with desire, ready to explode. I cherished every moment and never wanted it to end.
“Are you with me?” Mark rasped, kissing up my belly and suckling my nipple.
Ecstasy shot through me, and I arched my back for more. “So with you.”
His mouth moved to the other breast and he licked the tight peak with tender desire. “I can spend the entire night tasting and devouring every inch of your body, but I’m hurting so bad to be inside you. I need you.”
“I’m here.”
He groaned and moved up my body to claim my lips and fit his erection at my entrance. I tasted myself on his mouth, felt the heat of his struggle in his shoulder muscles, and rejoiced in his loss of control as he pushed into me and a guttural sound escaped his lips.
The head of his cock pressed inside and he stilled, stroking the side of my face and dropping his forehead to my own. “You’re tight.”
“You’re big,” I replied, making a conscious effort to relax my muscles and take him. “You feel so amazing.”
“Baby, nothing’s as amazing as you.” Mark kissed my lips, my forehead, and the tip of my nose. He set a sensual rhythm and our bodies moved together, finding the erotic pleasure that came from true love and adoration. I loved this man moving within me. I’d always loved him.
Mark rolled his hips and stroked a special spot inside me I never knew existed, sending my body into overdrive.
“Now, baby,” he said, pumping faster and deeper. “Now. With me.”
With a final thrust, he claimed my mouth and my orgasm erupted through my body and soul. His roar joined my cries of ecstasy, as he came and the world around us ceased to exist.
He rested his forehead against mine. “Now sleep. Rest, because I promise to make love to you all night long. I want to hear you call my name over and over and over, Lora.”
And Mark always kept his promise.
Chapter Twelve
The smell of vanilla and coffee drifted into the sweet darkness of my sleep, and I was more than a little tempted to open my eyes and greet the sunshine. I stretched my hands in front of me and shielded my face, every muscle aching in spite of the bath Mark had insisted on at five in the morning, but the heavenly scent
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