Page 39 of A Secret Escape
Lila
I can feel his climax building as his breath goes heavier, more ragged, his grip on my shoulders firmer, and my insides fucking liquefy as he lets out a loud roar, not far off that of an actual lion.
He thrusts into me again and again, the stretch and the burn feeling so fucking good as I squeeze my legs tight around him.
His speed ramps up a notch and the throbbing inside me feels so fucking good as he comes.
He doesn’t slow down at all, instead picking up his pace even more as my whimper builds to a scream and my body coils tight, like a spring being pressed down, building, building, before I shatter under him, wave after delectable wave of pleasure surging through me, burning through my veins like a tornado before releasing the tension from every muscle in my body, my back slowly relaxing onto the bed again.
Marcus collapses on top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still buried deep inside me. His warmth envelops me, and I blink back a tear from the corner of my eye, my entire soul feeling completely shaken with overwhelming emotion for this incredible man.
He has the body of a God and the soul of a saint, and even though it seems completely insane, I know in my heart that I fucking love him. I would trust him with my life, my heart, with any and every part of my soul.
I try to catch my breath, savouring the feel of his body on top of me, his chest rising and falling against mine, our legs intertwined, his hand buried in my hair.
The subtle scent of his cologne mingles with the unique essence that is purely him, strong and masculine, filling each breath I take.
Every muscle in my body feels deliciously relaxed, as if I’m melting into the sheets beneath us, my mind floating in a hazy cloud of bliss.
Eventually, he rolls onto his back and I shift onto my side to face him, my hand resting on his chest. Despite the intensity of the release that just swept through me, a delicious ache is building all over again, feeling insatiable.
My core tightens as my leg drapes over his, the sensitive skin between my legs pressing against the firm muscle of his thigh.
The feel of it sends a cascade of shivers across my skin, my body silently communicating what my voice can’t seem to form into words – that this moment, this man, has awakened something in me that transcends anything I could have ever expected.
My fingers brush over the black gem that hangs from a silver chain around his neck, the cool stone smooth under my touch.
I pause, my gaze focusing on the necklace, wondering what it means to him – but the thought is fleeting as my fingers continue their slow, teasing path from his chest down to his abs and back up again.
Pressing myself up with one arm, I shift my upper body so that my breasts are on him, leaning in to kiss him again.
He kisses me back but then his mouth breaks into a smile as the softest laugh wraps around me.
“Just give me a minute,” he says, and he gets up off the bed and walks out of the room, coming back a moment later having disposed of the condom, his cock hanging there, gloriously wet and thick, and already half-hard again.
Between my thighs is still wet and hot and most importantly, empty, and my body is screaming to feel him fill me up again.
As he lays back on the bed, I waste no time in climbing on top of him, straddling him so that his cock is just underneath me. God, he feels so fucking good.
He laughs, his voice hoarse and deep, the sound of it so fucking hot as he runs his hands up my sides.
“You really don’t plan on letting me recover, do you?” he says, but the sparkle in his eye tells me he’s just as eager as I am for round two.
A sudden rush of confidence fills my head as words fall out of my mouth before I’ve had a chance to think about them.
“I’ve wanted you for two fucking years, I don’t think I could ever have enough of you,” I say and crash my mouth down onto his before he has a chance to react, pouring every bit of heat, longing and fear into that kiss.
Panic jolts through me the second the words leave my lips. My heart stumbles, catches, then races like it’s trying to outrun the truth I just confessed. My pulse thunders in my ears, my thoughts frantically praying he doesn’t notice the tremble in my arms.
I slide my centre back and forth over him, a deep satisfaction building within me from the feeling of him getting fully hard beneath me.
His hands are on my arse, gripping me firmly, and the slippery wetness of his cock beneath me is driving me fucking crazy. I’m desperate to simply slide on to him and forget about a condom, but I know how stupid that would be.
A burning need builds within me, raging like an inferno, and I lift up onto my knees, risking the chance that he responds to my words .
Our eyes meet and the way he’s looking at me only adds oxygen to the flames, edging me higher.
I don’t even recognise myself or my feelings, but the way his eyes are glued to me makes me feel confident, sexy and fucking glorious.
This is so different to anything I’ve ever experienced before. Most of the sexual encounters I’ve had have involved awkward fumbling with blankets, trying to cover myself up, being shit-faced drunk most of the time and instantly regretting it the next morning.
And here I am, completely sober, straddling the man of my fucking dreams, allowing him to look up at me from what must be the most unflattering angle ever, with bright fucking daylight streaming in through the windows, and I feel like some kind of sex goddess.
I continue to undulate my hips, the friction of his cock against my clit edging me closer and closer to a second climax, and I spot another condom on the bedside table. I lean forward to reach for it, intentionally bringing my breasts over his face.
He growls, his hands slapping my arse as he pulls my nipple into his mouth, his tongue and teeth sending shivers coursing through my body.
With a tantalising flick of his tongue, he releases my breast and I sit back up, carefully unwrapping the condom. I slide back just enough so that his cock stands up in front of me, huge and so fucking hard, precum leaking out the end of it.
I run my hand up his length, enjoying the moan that comes from his lips.
Still holding the condom in one hand, I lean down and wrap my mouth fully around him, sliding him in and out a few times before I come off and run my tongue along the bottom of it, from the base all the way up, swirling my tongue over his tip as he tenses beneath me .
I sit up and quickly roll the condom on to him.
“Watching you do that is so fucking hot,” he says.
I grin as I slide back on top of him, using my hand to guide him into me.
I ease down slowly, gasping at the feel of just how much he fills me up. He feels even bigger from this angle and goes so much deeper as I lower myself onto him.
I fall forward, a heavy moan escaping my mouth as his lips catch mine.
His hands on my waist steady me, setting a smooth rhythm as he drives his hips upwards, thrusting deeper and harder each time. He growls again as I sit up, taking all of him inside me, the guttural sound giving me a rush of satisfaction at knowing how good I’m making him feel.
His fingers dig into my skin as his thrusts quicken, making me scream as the burn between my legs builds, and the pleasure is so fucking good. This feeling is everything , and seconds later, I shatter, my entire body convulsing with a wave as an orgasm sweeps through me.
Marcus continues driving his hips upward, making me buck forward as my body releases.
With one quick move, he rolls me over onto the bed as he pulls back and easily flips me over, yanking my hips up so that I’m on all fours with my elbows down on the bed.
I barely have a moment to catch my breath before he’s driving into me, hard and fast from behind, and it hurts and burns and hits so fucking deep and so fucking good that tears fall from my eyes as pure ecstasy rushes through me.
My hands fist the sheet below me as another climax breaks, my screams overtaking every one of my senses, my mind unable to process anything other than the fucking glorious feel of his hands on my hips, his cock throbbing inside me as it stretches every part of me, the sound of his grunts and every slam of his hips against my arse making me scream louder.
Finally, I sense the satisfying throbbing as he explodes inside me. His fingers squeeze my hips so tight, I wonder if they’ll bruise tomorrow, but his growl as he comes with several hard thrusts is the most sublime sound I’ve ever fucking heard.
His body collapses onto the bed next to me, his breath fast and heavy.
“You’re going to ruin me, you know that?” he says, and smiles as he turns his head to look at me, his eyes telling me everything I want to hear.