Chapter 5
Marco
I feel Erica’s body tense slightly as our lips meet before releasing into my arms slowly, like an exhale she’d been holding in the entire night, waiting for this to happen.
The tension I have been grappling with the entire night, from the rooftop to the jazz bar to here in my penthouse, had nearly overtaken me.
But now, we’re here, and my mouth is on hers and I’m eager to taste her.
I slide my tongue against her lips slowly, tasting the cherry lip-gloss I watched her apply in the cab ride here, my eyes transfixed on her pillowy lips.
Did she know what she was doing to me then?
I slide my tongue back across her lips for another taste, begging for an invitation to enter.
She obliges and parts them, meeting my tongue with hers hungrily.
She pulls away, coming up for air as she looks at me.
Her breath is heavy as her perfect breasts rise and fall.
I reach up and stroke the side of her face before running my thumb across the bottom lip that had just been pressed against mine.
Her eyes are intent as she parts her lips and my thumb disappears in her mouth, her wet warmth surrounding me, taking me by surprise.
I feel my cock harden in my pants as she slowly pulls her mouth off of my thumb and gives me a smile.
I can’t help the low groan that escapes my throat.
Holy shit.
“Where’s the bedroom?” she whispers, looking satisfied with herself.
“That way,” I manage to croak as I nod toward the hallway to the right.
She turns in the direction of the hallway with a confidence that takes me by surprise.
She is no longer the woman I met at the party.
This woman knows exactly what she is doing and I can’t help but stare as her perfect ass sways this way and that as she walks down the dark hallway, silently commanding me to follow. And I do.
I catch up with her, leading her to the master bedroom at the end of the hallway.
I step inside the dark room, the only light coming from the surrounding high rises.
When I turn, I see her in the doorway, clutching the door frame as her eyes lock with mine.
She steps out of her strappy shoes with impressive ease and kicks them to the side.
She looks at me with a come get me glimmer in her eye, and I oblige.
With her hands still gripping the door frame on either side of her, I push her hair to her back, giving me access to her long neck that she stretches to one side.
I firmly grip her hips, making her release a sudden breath by the strength of my touch.
I graze my tongue against her neck, moving slowly from just under her ear to the outer edge of her collarbone.
She squirms in my hands, but I hold her steady before sliding my hands up the back of her dress to the zipper.
My fingers pinch the cool metal and pull slowly, unzipping the champagne dress that once clung to her, but now begins to fall away.
I suck in a breath as her bare breasts pour out of it before it falls to a pool at her feet.
I pull away and admire her, letting my eyes linger on her voluminous breasts and the pink of her nipples that lay before me.
My eyes travel down her toned torso, past the curve of her hips to the black lace panties. She’s even better than I imagined.
She still grips the doorway, allowing me a full view, practically giving me an invitation to do what I want with her.
So I do. I take a step forward and grip her hair in my hands, pulling her head back and bringing her breasts forward.
I take them into my mouth, one by one. She lets out a quiet moan as I swirl my tongue around her erect nipples.
She’s fucking perfect. I flick my tongue against her before moving my mouth down her stomach, barely touching her and letting my breath wash over her.
I feel her tense as my hands travel down her perfect body.
I stop just between her legs, and she steps apart, giving me the permission I need.
I press my mouth against the lace of her folds and breathe against her, inhaling her sweet scent.
With my fingers, I pull at the lace fabric, revealing her to me.
I look up and see her eyes are locked on me, her lips slightly parted.
I keep my gaze on her as I run my tongue up the length of her.
She grips the door frame until her knuckles turn white, releasing one hand to get lost in my hair as I push my face into her wetness.
She moans as she thrusts her hips toward me, wanting more.
My erection has grown uncomfortable against my slacks, pushing to be free. Pushing to get to this woman who is wet with desire, but I ignore it. I want to please her. I want to hear her scream.
My hand travels up until my thumb reaches the hardening flesh just above where my mouth is exploring.
I move it in slow, circular motions, matching the rhythm of my tongue.
She is squirming now, but I grip her hip tightly, holding her in place as I lap against her.
I feel her muscles tense and she’s no longer fighting against me, but her body is beginning to seize up.
She lets out a throaty scream as I feel the rush of her juices in my mouth.
I swallow as I stand up to face her, her face flushed as she looks at me, her breath ragged.
I lick my lips slowly to let her know I enjoyed that as much as she did, if it weren’t already clear by my jutting cock.
Her eyes fall to it and it’s like she’s come alive again.
She wraps her hand around my neck, pulling me closer to her.
Her mouth is so close to mine, it’s like I’m breathing her breath.
I feel her teeth against my lower lip as she gently bites down, causing my cock to twitch as her hand finds it.
Her eyes are locked on mine now, my lip still in her teeth, and her hand massages against me slowly. She’s enjoying this.
She releases my lip and presses her forehead against mine as she looks down.
Both of her hands work at the buttons of my shirt, pulling it off.
She then works at the clasp of my slacks.
She unhooks it before slowly pulling the zipper down.
My pants fall to my feet just as her fingers grip the waistband of my briefs, pulling them down my hips, until they meet my pants on the floor and I step out of them.
She sucks in a quiet breath as her eyes take in my straining cock.
She brings her hands up to my bare chest and pushes me toward the bed behind me.
I walk slowly, trying to keep my balance, but my eyes are locked on hers and it’s proving hard to even think straight, let alone walk.
I feel relief when my knees meet the back of the bed, and I sit down.
She stands before me and I grip her hips, grazing my eyes up her body.
I pull at black lace of her panties and slide them down her smooth thighs.
I’m ready for her to sit on me, so I can feel every inch of her.
But she has other ideas. She slowly gets to her knees, so her mouth is level with my cock.
She smiles up at me before she runs her tongue across the tip in one smooth, circular motion.
A groan begins to rumble in my throat. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she lifts up on her knees, wrapping her lips around me completely, and pushing her mouth down onto my already throbbing cock.
I feel her tongue run against the underside of my dick as she pushes her mouth further onto me. I reach for her, my fingers getting tangled in her hair. I can feel the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
She must like it because she begins to move up and down my shaft in a rhythmic speed, knowing how good it feels for me.
It’s like it’s getting her off. Again. She pulls her mouth from me slowly and lifts her breasts to meet my cock.
She pushes her breasts together, enveloping my erection, and slides them up and down with ease.
I almost lose control just from the sight of it.
As she moves against me, my fingers find her nipples, giving them a gentle squeeze. She lets out a moan.
“Come here,” I whisper throatily.
I grab her wrists and pull her toward me, leaning back against the bed. She climbs over me and puts her legs on either side. She hovers over me, her breasts dangling in front of my face like fruit I want to pick from a tree and devour.
“Do you want me?” she whispers.
“More than anything,” I whisper back.
She smiles at my words. “How badly?”
She dips her hips lower until my tip is almost touching her. I swallow hard. She’s teasing me, and I can’t speak.
She lowers her mouth to mine and whispers against my lips. “How badly?” she asks again.
She moves her hips further, until the tip of my cock is right against her opening, practically screaming to be inside. I squirm underneath her, trying to reach her, but she lifts her hips up slightly so she’s just out of reach. I feel the pressure building inside of me.
“Please,” I gasp.
She smiles and gives me a single nod before she lowers her hips down.
I feel the warmth of her against me, already pulsing in anticipation.
I keep the head against her as she slowly pushes herself onto me, surrounding me with each delicious inch.
Her eyes are so intense. I can’t look away from the pleasure that fills them as I fill her.
She sinks down onto me, until I’m as far as I can go.
Only then does she close her eyes and throw her head back.
I lean forward and take her breasts in my mouth, sucking them as she moves slowly against me.
I hold her hips as her movements become more rhythmic.
I give her nipple a taste of my teeth and she lets out a little scream of pleasure.
I fall back to the bed and just watch her.
She feels so good around me, and I’m completely lost in her.
This is the best sex of my life, but I need more.
I grip her hips and pull her off of me, taking her by surprise.
I lay her face-down before me. I lick my lips at the hunger I feel for her, mine for the taking.
My fingertips dig into her hips as I pull them up toward me.
She willingly complies and I see her hands dig into the comforter as if she’s bracing herself for what comes next.
I position myself against her and hear her suck in a breath before I plunge into her.
She lets out a moan as I pull out and thrust back in.
I throw my head back as I feel her getting warmer and wetter around me.
I begin moving faster, more desperately, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other intertwining with our moans of pleasure.
I plunge into her one more time, filling her, before we collapse into a heap on the bed.