The Hunter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson Page B
Authors: Erica Chilson
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fierce animalistic sound, flowing from my lips to Marc’s, I crush our mouths together. I silently weep for a myriad of reasons: breaking my oath to Ezra, finally giving into the ultimate temptation, taking something just for myself, knowing that I’m giving Marcus what he needs, and finally admitting what I am.
The kiss is tender, sweet, a welcoming home after a long absence. Marcus trembles beneath me, his body re-hardening as his fingers lightly splay in my hair, controlling the kiss. I begin to rock my body against his, the silky slide of flesh, the velvety glide of our stiff sexes mashing and releasing. Unable to control my urges, I grind our pelvises together as I deepen the kiss. My tongue darts in and grabs the first taste of Marcus’ mouth in three long years. I cry out from the intoxicating flavor that I’ve missed for way too long.
Hungry, feral, we feast at each other’s mouths. Tongues dueling, rolling and gliding in our mouths’ wet heat. A firm hand grips my ass, fingers digging into the crevasse as hips rise and fall, fucking me- no, making love to me. This is sensual torment at its finest.
“Ugh,” I suck in a breath. “Where was that hiding,” I ask of the wetness saturating my crack. My eyes dart to the side as Marc drops the lube back onto his pants that are inches from the sofa. While I was lost to Marcus, he was preparing me for what happens next. “I’ve lost my touch,” I grumble. “Faith always said I sucked at sex.”
Marcus barks a laugh, a pleasant sound that rolls over me and fills my heart. “This was premeditated. I already had the lube in my hand when you came to me on the sofa. No way could I have managed that otherwise. I was so… lost to you that I couldn’t wait any longer.” Marcus blushes as his eyes dart away.
“You really want to fuck me that badly?” I ask, awe and disbelief warring in my tone.
“Cort,” Marcus growls, head kicking back into the sofa arm. “You’ve been teasing me for almost twenty years. Are you insane?” Amber eyes bug out in amazement. “I can’t wait for it any longer.”
“Oh God,” I shudder, eyes slipping shut, wondering if I will awaken as I did earlier this evening, only to find out this was but a dream. A dream that will equally haunt me because it wasn’t reality.
Fingertips bite into my hips, slowly pulling me up Marc’s body until I rest slightly higher on his waist. Lips suckle at my throat as my cheek presses into the sofa arm. Confused as to why Marcus scoots down farther beneath me, I groan out my frustration.
“I’d use another position, but I fear how I’d behave. From behind I’d be too rough, I’d go wild. With you on your back, I’d go too deep. Even though you gave your virginity to Ezra a few months ago, it’s still nothing in comparison. It was a few half thrusts while you both came. Having you on top of me gives you the power to control the depth and speed. I don’t want to hurt you- I’m way too thick for a virgin.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I sluggishly slur, feeling drugged by Marcus’ domination. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but he has weakened my resolve to the point that I’m relaxed and pliant, eager even.
“If you say so,” Marc’s rumble of amusement flows into my ear, causing me to tremor and blush. I freeze, startled, ready to flee. The thick head of a cock glides along my lube-slickened crack, finding the bud of my ass, and slowly presses forward. “Shh… you know this cock better than your own,” Marc teases to comfort me.
My body tenses. I bury my face into the mass of Marc’s ringlets, fingers wrapping around the curls. My elbows rest on the arm of the sofa. Tender lips flutter kisses to the divot at the base of my throat. My cock is cradled along the deep grooves of Marc’s abs, slowly leaking the results of my invasion- frightened or not, I’m aroused. I abruptly let loose, dropping my weight onto his hard body as my muscles relax.
“Just push out
The kiss is tender, sweet, a welcoming home after a long absence. Marcus trembles beneath me, his body re-hardening as his fingers lightly splay in my hair, controlling the kiss. I begin to rock my body against his, the silky slide of flesh, the velvety glide of our stiff sexes mashing and releasing. Unable to control my urges, I grind our pelvises together as I deepen the kiss. My tongue darts in and grabs the first taste of Marcus’ mouth in three long years. I cry out from the intoxicating flavor that I’ve missed for way too long.
Hungry, feral, we feast at each other’s mouths. Tongues dueling, rolling and gliding in our mouths’ wet heat. A firm hand grips my ass, fingers digging into the crevasse as hips rise and fall, fucking me- no, making love to me. This is sensual torment at its finest.
“Ugh,” I suck in a breath. “Where was that hiding,” I ask of the wetness saturating my crack. My eyes dart to the side as Marc drops the lube back onto his pants that are inches from the sofa. While I was lost to Marcus, he was preparing me for what happens next. “I’ve lost my touch,” I grumble. “Faith always said I sucked at sex.”
Marcus barks a laugh, a pleasant sound that rolls over me and fills my heart. “This was premeditated. I already had the lube in my hand when you came to me on the sofa. No way could I have managed that otherwise. I was so… lost to you that I couldn’t wait any longer.” Marcus blushes as his eyes dart away.
“You really want to fuck me that badly?” I ask, awe and disbelief warring in my tone.
“Cort,” Marcus growls, head kicking back into the sofa arm. “You’ve been teasing me for almost twenty years. Are you insane?” Amber eyes bug out in amazement. “I can’t wait for it any longer.”
“Oh God,” I shudder, eyes slipping shut, wondering if I will awaken as I did earlier this evening, only to find out this was but a dream. A dream that will equally haunt me because it wasn’t reality.
Fingertips bite into my hips, slowly pulling me up Marc’s body until I rest slightly higher on his waist. Lips suckle at my throat as my cheek presses into the sofa arm. Confused as to why Marcus scoots down farther beneath me, I groan out my frustration.
“I’d use another position, but I fear how I’d behave. From behind I’d be too rough, I’d go wild. With you on your back, I’d go too deep. Even though you gave your virginity to Ezra a few months ago, it’s still nothing in comparison. It was a few half thrusts while you both came. Having you on top of me gives you the power to control the depth and speed. I don’t want to hurt you- I’m way too thick for a virgin.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I sluggishly slur, feeling drugged by Marcus’ domination. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but he has weakened my resolve to the point that I’m relaxed and pliant, eager even.
“If you say so,” Marc’s rumble of amusement flows into my ear, causing me to tremor and blush. I freeze, startled, ready to flee. The thick head of a cock glides along my lube-slickened crack, finding the bud of my ass, and slowly presses forward. “Shh… you know this cock better than your own,” Marc teases to comfort me.
My body tenses. I bury my face into the mass of Marc’s ringlets, fingers wrapping around the curls. My elbows rest on the arm of the sofa. Tender lips flutter kisses to the divot at the base of my throat. My cock is cradled along the deep grooves of Marc’s abs, slowly leaking the results of my invasion- frightened or not, I’m aroused. I abruptly let loose, dropping my weight onto his hard body as my muscles relax.
“Just push out
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