Marley glances back over her shoulder. “Every day.”
My eyes devour her bare ass and the tiny scrap of material nestled between her cheeks. It’s white and matches the bra, a wicked combination of innocent and naughty. I grip the globes in my hands, desperation burning in my veins. Hooking the waistband in my fingers, I slowly slide them down her legs, exposing the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen. I quickly remove her blouse and bra, anxious to get her back on my bed. “Lie down, angel.”
Marley does, lying in the middle of the bed, her arms over her head. She’s a vision, one I know there’s no way I’ll ever forget. Even when I’m old and senile, I’ll still picture her like this, a look of pure rapture on her stunning face. I crawl between her legs, anxious for my first taste.
My mouth waters as I slide my tongue along her clit, making her gasp and wiggle. With my hands gripping her thighs, I devour her pussy, flicking and sucking her clit and delving my tongue inside her warmth. Marley rocks, riding my face and threading her hands into my hair. Her grip tightens on the strands, and I can feel as her muscles start to tighten. “What do you want?”
“More,” she gasps, gyrating in rapid rhythm. “Oh, God, Eli. I’m going to come.”
I suck hard on her clit and slide two fingers into her pussy. She squeezes around them, milking my fingers as she flies over the edge. I keep flicking my tongue over her clit, but my eyes are locked on her face, at the look of pure ecstasy and pleasure.
Her eyes flutter closed as she smiles, and that’s when I move. I reach for the drawer in the nightstand and pull a condom out. I’ve got myself sheathed in seconds and return to where she lies. Nestled between her open thighs, I press my body into hers and kiss her lips. She returns the kiss eagerly, her legs coming up and hitching over my hips.
Poised over her, my cock wedged between our bodies, I ask, “Are you sure about this? If we do this, you’re mine, Marley. And I’m not just talking about tonight. I mean for as long as you’ll have me in your life.”
Her eyes are wide and focused as she nods. “Yes. I want this.”
Adjusting my hips, my cock nudges at her pussy without needing to be guided. She’s warm and so fucking tight as I press inside, inch by glorious inch. It takes every ounce of self-control I can muster to not thrust forward, filling her completely. Instead, I keep my movements slow, gently moving and giving her the chance to adjust. I’ve been blessed with an above-average cock size, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
When I’m finally seated fully, I force myself to remain still. I can feel her muscles pulsing around my shaft, tightening and slowly starting to loosen. It’s both heaven and hell, all rolled into one. Heaven because it feels better than it ever has before, and hell, only because I want more and am trying not to move.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, tilting her pelvis upward, seeking out more.
“I’m making sure you’re ready,” I tell her through gritted teeth.
“Oh, I’m more than ready, Eli. Please.” Her eyes are heavy-lidded, but I can see the emotion there. Excitement. Bliss. Trust. It’s all there, and fuck, if it doesn’t make me feel ten feet tall, knowing I put it there.
“If you’re sure.”
She places her hands on my cheeks and gives me the sexiest grin. “Stop being the good guy, Eli, when all I want is the bad one.”
Fuck.
My cock twitches, fully on board and ready to engage completely. I rest my weight on my elbows and slowly draw out my cock. When it’s just the tip still inside her wetness, I thrust forward and rock into her, using my body to tease her clit. Marley gasps and hitches her legs up higher, opening herself up to me even more.
I kiss her sweet lips as my left hand roams to her chest, cupping her tit and squeezing the nipple. When I do, I feel her constrict around me once more. “You like that?” I ask, releasing her lips and kissing her neck.
“Yes,” she whispers, digging her fingernails into my upper back.
Without breaking my stride, I bend down and suck a nipple into my mouth, lightly nipping at the hard flesh. The result is a loud moan and a pelvis thrust, seeking out more of my cock.
“Do that again, and I’m going to come.” She gasps the words, scratching at my back and taking every ounce of pleasure I give.
“That’s the plan, chérie. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
“So close,” she groans, my hips thrusting a little harder.
My spine starts to tingle, and I know, even though I’d rather draw this out a little longer, the end is drawing near. I release her nipple with a pop and position myself above her, tossing her right leg over my shoulder and placing my hands on the bed. She’s wide open for me; every sexual fantasy I’ve ever had come to life. I pull out and thrust hard, repeatedly, making sure I hit deep inside her. Her moans of ecstasy are like fuel on an already blazing inferno.
“Holy shit, right there!” she hollers, her pussy squeezing the life out of my cock, as she lets go for the second time. My name spills from her lips.
As much as I’d like to hold out, I can’t. My body won’t let me anymore. I push through her tightness and ride her orgasm to my own release. I jolt and cry out, filling her so absolutely I’m not sure where I end and she begins. Marley’s hands move to my neck and gently caress as I shake and shudder until I’m completely spent.
I roll to my side, taking her with me. She snuggles against my chest as we both attempt to slow our racing hearts. “Damn, woman,” I murmur.
“Mmmm,” she sings, kissing my chest before making herself comfortable in the crook of my arm.
Knowing I need to discard the condom but not ready to move, I find myself completely content. I could lie here and hold her in my arms for the rest of the night, and it probably still wouldn’t be enough. I’ve never been a cuddler, but right now, I want nothing more.
Well, maybe round two.
After a few minutes, I know it’s time to get up. I carefully scoot out from under her and head for the bathroom, stealing a quick glance over my shoulder as I go. She hasn’t moved, is curled up on her side and looks completely perfect in my bed.
I make quick work at tossing the condom and cleaning myself up, before grabbing a second washcloth and wetting it with warm water. “I brought this to help clean you up,” I tell her, returning to the bedroom. Her sleepy eyes open and she reaches for the cloth. “Let me.”
I feel her eyes on me as I wipe the warm rag across her swollen flesh, careful not to hurt her in any way. When I have all evidence of our lovemaking wiped away, I place a kiss below her belly button and toss the cloth into the clothes hamper across the room.
Pulling at the blankets beneath her body, I ask, “Will you stay?”
She moves, slipping under the bedding. “I’m not sure I could walk out of here right now.” She giggles.
A proud smile spreads across my face as she settles back against my side and tosses her leg over mine. “You called me chérie.”
“Mmhmm, I did,” I reply, running my hand over her bare back. “I took a trip to France a few years back and picked up a few things.”
“Like your amazing French kisses,” she whispers.
I bark out a laugh. “Well, I didn’t exactly learn that there, but I’m more than willing to demonstrate again,” I state, rolling her onto her back.