Chapter 43 #2
I chuckle as I rise off the floor and lean over her to kiss her beneath her ear. I whisper, “Ladies always come first.”
Grabbing her wide hips, I pull her until her rear is half hanging off the desk. My cock brushes her wet and ready entrance, jolting a shot of pleasure through me already. She reaches down and grabs my cock, rubbing it up and down against her until my cockhead is wet with her.
Gently, she pulls me forward, right to where she needs it, inching down until there’s a delightful pressure between us.
I slowly ease into her. Watching how she stretches and squeezes around me, gripping me tight.
My breath leaves me as I slide deeper inside her.
Once my hips are flush with her ass, her warmth gripping me at all angles, she grabs me and pulls me down.
“Don’t be gentle with me,” she whispers before kissing me, slipping her tongue back inside of my mouth with a soft moan as she lifts her hips.
I surrender, stroking her tongue with mine as I pull my cock out of her and glide it back in.
Both of us shudder at the delicious friction, and I catch a rhythm.
Sliding my tongue with hers as I nudge my hips into her.
Over and over, until our kiss breaks and I’m thrusting.
Her legs are spread out to the side, shaking with each time I dive back inside her with a wet plap, plap, plap.
One of her hands slips down between her legs, rubbing circles against her clit, while the other fondles her bouncing breast. Her plump lips are parted as she pants and moans, eyes barely open as she looks back at me.
I lose track of time. Of my very existence.
All I am right now is one with her—lost in her eyes.
I can’t fathom being separate from her after this.
Not that it’s only sexual in nature—though the sex is mind-blowing.
But the way she’s looking at me? Completely and utterly lost in surrender?
That I’m the only thing she’s looking at? Thinking of? Feeling?
I need her to come for me again. I need her clenching around my cock, to hold her as she comes undone. “Tell me how you like it,” I breathe.
“As hard as you can,” she pants. “Deep.”
“Then you’ll need to keep quiet.” I lean closer, grabbing her around the ribs, just beneath her breasts.
Pinning her in place as I pound into her aggressively.
Her hands grip onto my forearms, head curling back.
Her eyes roll into the back of her head with a quivering moan.
I tighten my grip on her, grunting with each snap as her body ripples beautifully beneath me.
Eventually I move my hands to beneath her knees, bending her legs back and pinning them against the desk.
She claps a hand over her mouth as her shaking returns, until she’s trembling violently with each thrust. Crying into her hand, she convulses around me. I lower closer to her, kissing her mouth as she comes around my cock with blissful little cries I’ll never forget.
As I begin to slow, adopting the more intimate pace I prefer, the molten pressure builds in me to an agonizing heat, begging to be released. I lift my head with a throaty whimper. “Marcella, I don’t know how much longer—”
She folds her legs around my waist, her ankles resting on my lower back. Locking me into her without the need for words.
Leaning my forehead into hers, my eyes squeeze shut as that blazing hot pleasure explodes in my core as I spill into her.
She cups my face in her hands, kissing me as I come with a low groan.
My strokes slow to a stop. My head and heart buzzing as I’m enveloped in all of her: her touch, her kiss, her scent.
She pulls me into a long, slow kiss, not letting me go.
As the tides retreat, as my heart pulses to a steady rhythm, I open my eyes and pull off her kiss. Lost in her eyes as—
Knock, knock, knock.
Both of us lean up as a voice calls out, Devin’s, “King Cyrus? The representatives from Southlight have arrived.”
They’re here quite late. I clear my throat. “Thank you, Devin. I’ll be out…shortly.”
Marcella claps a hand over her mouth, her naked body trembling with a silent laugh. I glance from the door down to her, my own lips lifting into a small smile seeing her humored.
Though, my cheeks blush at the whirlwind of an encounter we had. I press a kiss to her forehead, then withdraw from her. Grabbing her hands, I help her lean up into a sit.
Frantically, I retrieve our clothes from the floor. When I return with her dress and offer it to her, I whisper, “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She shakes her head, her wavy hair mussed from our rendezvous. “You’re needed.”
She grabs her nightgown from me as she hops down to the floor. I work on putting my clothes back on. Running a hand in her hair to whisk back the wild strands after she’s pulled her clothes back on, she waltzes up to me.
As I’m adjusting my coat, she takes over tightening the clasps.
Brown eyes flicking up to me, she murmurs, “Thank you for that.” She finishes my coat and leans up to kiss me on the cheek. “Now go. I’ll leave once you’re gone.”
Still holding the kiss she left me on my cheek, I back away toward the door. Not wanting to take my eyes off her and her small grin. As I open the door and slip out, her face is the last thing I see.