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“Holy fuck,” he growls through gritted teeth, turning to me and grabbing my waist as he pulls me into a passionate kiss.
My heart soars as his tongue explores my mouth, his hands gripping my hair like he never wants to let go.
For a split second, a memory flashes in my mind – sharp and bitter – of a boy I dated in high school. The only other time I had ever let a guy come in my mouth. He told me that was what all the girls did, and I believed him. Afterwards, he refused to kiss me again until I’d brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash.
I remember the way he looked at me – smug and cold. Like he’d taken something.
But not Marcus.
He kisses me like he means it. Like he wants all of me. No shame. No hesitation.
I look at him and realise –thisis the difference between being with a boy and a man, and God, it’s better than I ever could have imagined.
I barely have time to regain my breath before he’s rolling me over and climbing on top of me, straddling me with both legs as he hovers above me for a moment, his eyes gazing into mine, and then his mouth is on my neck.
My back arches off the bed, and I gasp as he suddenly jumps off the end of the bed, grabbing my thighs and yanking me to the edge of the mattress so that my upper thighs are resting on his forearms.
My heart rate ratches up a notch as I prop myself up on my elbows to watch his face, his eyes dark and burning with desire.
His hands slide up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my dress up as he goes. His fingers hook around the straps of my thong, sliding it down and off my legs as he lifts them gently into the air, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my ankle - a gesture that feels both intimate and possessive.
Cold air brushes against my exposed skin, a delicious contrast to the heat that’s been building between my legs. My core tightens, every nerve ending coiled tight with anticipation.
Then, it’s there, his hand skimming across my entrance as my leg instinctively falls to the side, my body begging to feel him.
Ever so slowly, he slides one finger inside me, and I bite my lip at the most incredible shiver that starts from his hand and rolls through me, escaping my mouth in a moan.
He adds a second finger and my hands close into fists around the duvet, my breath catching in my throat.
I close my eyes and I swear, stars fucking explode behind them as he curls his fingers just right, pressing into a spot so deep and devastatingly perfect, it sends waves of pleasure rippling through my entire body.
And then – it’s gone.
His hand disappears, leaving me empty and aching. A desperate whimper escapes me as my head jerks up, about to ask why the fuck he’s stopped, only to catch his eyes as he shifts, lifting my leg to rest on his shoulder.
He leans in and his tongue flicks across my clit, and my body jolts in pure, helpless reaction.
He wraps his arm around my leg, anchoring me to him.
“Lay back, sweetheart,” he murmurs – and holy fuck, I do exactly as I’m told.
He takes his time, his tongue teasing and relentless, drawing tight circles and light flicks across the most sensitive part of my body, every movement sending me into spasms. It’s all too much and nowhere near enough all at once.
I push my hips upward, seeking more of him, chasing every flick of pleasure – and the laugh that escapes him might just be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life - until he speaks.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says in that gravelly low voice that drives me crazy. “Think you can handle more?”
“Yes,” I moan, breathless. “Please.”
“Good girl,” he growls.
Then his mouth is back on me, his tongue stroking slowly up my entrance as his fingers slide into me, and I’m completely and utterly undone – lost to the overwhelming, consuming pleasure that crashes over me in waves.
My body feels as though it’s on fire, my insides screaming, the sensations of heat and moisture so overpowering that I feel as though I’m being lifted into the air.
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely a whimper. “Please, Marcus.”
He laughs, that delicious, soft laugh, and slips a third finger inside me, while also picking up the speed of his tongue with quick licks and gentle pulls, and the sensation is everything.