19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
C assie
What the hell was Marcus doing to me? I opened my mouth, trying to get more air into my lungs, but between his mouth and the egg, I could barely breathe.
My hips arched, the heat in my belly flaring to my thighs and spreading to my toes as another climax rolled over me.
I barely got through the first one when another one hit.
Only with Marcus could I have multiple orgasms. I expected him to pull back.
Instead, the egg vibrations seemed to increase. How high did the damn toy go? Did he have any idea what he was doing to me? All these delicious and totally wicked things.
His tongue pressed against my clit as another climax rushed through me, and my body shook.
I couldn’t control myself. My head thrashed from side to side, and my fingers curled into the sheet.
Pleasure. So much pleasure. Pleasure I never even knew existed.
I’d never felt so alive, so much a woman.
Damned if I wasn’t enjoying everything he was doing to me.
My belly and pussy tightened. Was this orgasm number four or five? I couldn’t remember, and I wasn’t sure my body could take anymore. “Marcus,” I called. Did he even realize what he was doing to me?
“Go with it, sweetheart.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. Give me one more.”
He knew what he was doing to me and wasn’t about to stop unless I said my safe word.
I wasn’t going to say it. His mouth was now on my pussy as the egg vibrated harder.
Didn’t he understand? My pussy was already nothing but a big bundle of exposed nerves.
I’d explode all over the place if he didn’t stop.
Of course, he didn’t. He played my body like Miles Davis played his trumpet. My belly tightened as another orgasm built. I was panting now. Then, his mouth was gone. Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, he pushed two fingers into my dripping pussy alongside the egg.
“Shit!” I yelled when he wiggled his fingers, pushing the egg higher and pressing it against…
A scream exploded from me, echoing around the room. I lost all control. I undulated under the force of the orgasm, and there was nothing I could do to stop my body.
Several minutes later, I floated back to earth.
Marcus had removed his fingers and turned the egg off.
I couldn’t move. Hell, I could barely breathe.
Everything tingled. I had never been so aware of my own body.
His skin brushed over mine. I forced my eyes open, even though I didn’t know when I closed them, to see a satisfied smirk on his face.
“How do you feel?”
“Boneless. Sated.”
“Very good.” He brushed a kiss over my lax lips. “Have you ever screamed like that before?”
My cheeks grew hot. “No.” Of course, I hadn’t. I’d never lost control like that. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. In my head, control was everything, but maybe losing it once in a while wasn’t a bad thing. Especially since Marcus was able to bring me such pleasure when I let go.
“Another first.” He sounded pleased with himself as his fingers traced my damp skin.
My hips shifted, and the egg moved within me. Shivers of pleasure slipped through my veins. “Will you please take that damn egg out.” It wasn’t a question but a demand.
“Don’t you like my toy?”
“Like it yes, but I don’t think I can stand another climax without passing out, and if it keeps shifting inside me every time I move, it’s going to happen.”
“Ah, I see.”
He pushed his fingers into my core, and a moan escaped my lips as he slipped the egg out of my dripping sex.
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” He gave me another light kiss and slid the pillows from beneath my hips, one at a time. Then he covered me with a sheet, even though the room was warm. His tender care almost brought tears to my eyes. I’d never been treated like this before.
“Rest for a few minutes. I’ll be right back.”
The mattress shifted, but I couldn’t move if I wanted to. My muscles were limp, and I was sated. The sound of running water made me want to get up and take a shower, but I didn’t think my legs would hold me yet.
The water shut off, and I glanced at the bathroom door. Marcus strode to the bed with a washcloth and towel in his hand. Again. My heart melted. He was so good to me. Always making sure of my comfort. Was this what a relationship was supposed to look like?
He sat on the bed and, with gentle hands, bathed my skin and my sex. I liked being independent, but I also enjoyed the way he took care of me. Marcus took care of me in a way no one ever had, not even my mother.
When he finished, he disappeared into the bathroom again.
I turned my head and found the small clock on the nightstand. Four? It was four in the afternoon? I started to sit up.
“Oh no.” He placed his hands on my shoulders. “Continue to rest.” He knelt on the mattress and leaned over for a kiss.
I opened my mouth to his, our tongues thrusting against each other, mimicking our earlier lovemaking. I wanted more. More of Marcus and his brand of loving.
He broke the kiss. “Rest.” I opened my mouth to say something, but he brushed his lips over mine. “I’m going to start dinner; it will be at least an hour before it’s ready. Don’t move for at least thirty minutes.” He stood and walked toward the door.
My gaze devoured his naked form. “Aren’t you going to put some clothes on?”
He winked. “What’s the point?” I fell back against the mattress as he left.
I was the most satisfied woman on the planet. Hell, in the whole universe. What did Marcus get out of it? His cock was still hard, and he’d denied his own pleasure to see to me. No man had ever done anything like this before. Even now, he was downstairs cooking and letting me rest.
My pussy clenched thinking about his hard cock thrusting into me. Cripes, how could I want more sex? I’d had what, four, or was it five, orgasms? I should be weary, but my libido was letting me know it was ready to go more rounds with him.
Rolling onto my side, I looked at the clock. Ten minutes had passed. I wanted a shower, not that Marcus hadn’t done a good job cleaning me up, but standing under the hot spray would do miracles for my muscles. But could I even stand?
Start off small. I wiggled my toes—they worked.
Knees were next—yes, they bent and straightened without problems. I pushed myself onto my elbows and swung my legs over the side of the mattress.
Muscles protested, but it wasn’t so much pain, rather a pleasant soreness that came from being pleasured over and over again.
I pushed to my feet. I wobbled for a moment before my balance kicked in.
Good. Put one foot in front of the other.
My legs held as I made my way to the bathroom.
Once inside, I gave the big bathtub a loving glance.
I didn’t have time for the long soak I wanted.
Opening the shower door, I stepped inside.
Forty minutes later, I put on a robe, slipped downstairs, my hair still wet, and stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Marcus. He stood at the counter with his back to me. My gaze roamed over his nude body. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, and his firm, hard ass begged for my touch.
His wide shoulders and muscles flexed as he chopped something for dinner. I couldn’t stand still, so I padded across the kitchen to him. My fingers traced those muscles, and my lips followed.
“You smell like musk.” It wasn’t an unpleasant scent—it turned me on.
“I didn’t expect you to be down here yet.” To his credit, he kept chopping and allowed me to explore him.
“It’s a miracle I can do anything after you pleasured me so well.” I slipped my arms around his waist, my fingers brushing the head of his hard cock. It twitched beneath my touch. My confidence soared with power.
“Satisfaction is my middle name.” His voice was strained.
I knew why. I smiled, loving how my touch affected him. It was a powerful hit of energy.
“Is that so?” Keeping my touch light, I ran the pads of my fingers over his dick. Steel and velvet. His skin was silky, but there was steel underneath as he pulsed against my touch.
God, how long had he been like this? Hours? He deserved to have relief and satisfaction. Oh, yes, I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given me. I wanted to see him lose control and climax in my hands. I curled my fingers around his hard dick and stroked him from tip to base and back again.
“Cassie.” The knife clattered to the counter.
“Yes, Marcus?” My lips trailed over his well-defined shoulders as I stroked him.
“You’re playing with fire.”
“It doesn’t feel that hot to me.” I squeezed his cock and stood on my toes to nibble the back of his neck. “At least, not yet.”