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I turn my head to look at her, and her hair is tousled, her eyes so beautiful, they make me want to cry. I want to wake up to those eyes, I want to hold her and make her feel like she’s the only woman in the world, and I want to make love to her over and over again, without having to worry about being interrupted by a fucking knock on the door.
And most of all, I don’t want the feel of her, the reality of her, to be marred by the image of the body on the ground, the shadow of which hovers at the back of my mind like a ghost, threatening to consume me.
“Yea,” I say with a long exhale. “Just need a moment.”
God, she’s so special. I don’t want to ruin it.
I don’t know if there’s a future here, I don’t even know if that’s something I want, or if it’s what she wants, but what I do know is that I don’t want this to be a one-night stand.
A soft hand runs down my back, making me groan. Her skin is fucking satin and if she keeps touching me, she’s going to make resisting her completely impossible.
She places both hands on my shoulders and starts to move them in slow, circular motions, massaging the tension that had built up in them. Her lips caress my neck as she slowly pulls my shirt down, her hand tracing the line of my arm as the fabric slips off.
I lean my head back against her, closing my eyes as I savour the warmth of her hands sliding down my chest.
Coming back to my shoulders, she climbs off the bed and positions herself in front of me, pushing my legs wide as she lowers her knees down to the floor, her hands running up my thighs.
My heart is racing as I stare at her, my vocal chords refusing to utter a sound.
Instead, my hands find her hair, pushing her head back to look at me as her hands tug at my belt. She opens the buckle easily, pulling it loose, and releases the button holding my jeans closed. She teases the zipper, peeling the dark denim down and off my legs.
Fuck. I can barely breathe at the sight of her.
I have never in my life been so fucking desperate. I feel as though I’m already on the edge, and she hasn’t even touched me yet.
Her hands find my thighs, and her skin is hot, and so soft. I can only stare at her, my breath catching in my throat as she leans forward, pressing her lips to the skin just above the waistband of my briefs.
Fucking hell. In all my fantasies, I’d never imagined her taking control the way she is now. I imagined her being soft and sweet, gentle and innocent, but the sight of her on her fucking knees in front of me is making me crave her even more.
She looks up, her eyes meeting mine as my fingers close into a fist around her hair. She smiles, teasing the waistband of my briefs for a moment before her hand skims over my cock through the cottony fabric, and my whole body trembles.
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Lila
I tuck my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down with a wriggle, and – Holy. Fucking. God.
His cock springs forward, free from its constraint, and it’s fucking huge. My eyes are glued to it, like a moth to a flame. I run my fingertips down it, the sound of his moan making my pulse skyrocket. The tip is wet with pre-cum and it looks so fucking good, I’m practically salivating with the need to taste it.
I wrap my hand tightly around him, running my other hand down to cup his balls, and he falls back on the bed with a groan, his legs twitching. I lean in and the masculine scent of him sends a wet heat pooling between my thighs.
My tongue licks the tip of his cock, the pre-cum tart and sweet. His entire body twitches on the bed, and I grin. This is better than every fantasy I’ve ever fucking had.
Positioning myself higher up on my knees to adjust for the angle, I wrap my mouth around him, taking him as deep into my throat as I possibly can, and a sound that can only be described as a growl fills the room.
The taste of him is fucking delicious, and the feel of him in my mouth is beyond anything I could have hoped for. His cock is hot, thick and angry, and my inner walls clench tight with a desperate need to feel it slide into me.
It can barely have been thirty seconds when I feel him start to throb. Keeping my mouth firmly on him, I press my hand harder against his balls, pushing him closer to the edge. Everything about this man is fucking incredible, and I want to make him feel incredible.
With a loud roar that echoes around the room, Marcus arches his back up off the bed and thrusts his hips up, pushing deeper against the back of my throat as he comes with several powerful thrusts.
I silently thank God for not giving me much of a gag reflex, and my lips widen into a grin as the taste of his orgasm fills my mouth. I savour the sensation of it, the combination of salty, sweet and bitter, swirling my tongue around him a few times before swallowing, determined to satisfy him the best I can.
I loosen my jaw, releasing him from my grip, and lick the remnants off my lips before licking the length of his cock from his base up to the tip, relishing the satisfaction of the shiver that runs through him with a groan.
I can see the tension leaving his body, feel the muscles in his legs relaxing under my arms.
With one final kiss to his glorious cock, I climb up on the bed and lay down next to him.