Chapter 15
Julia
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
I blinked as I woke up. What the heck?
I had dozed off. I remembered enjoying the movie, but I guess I had become so comfortable in Marcus’s arms that I fell asleep.
Sitting up, I covered my mouth as I yawned. “What time is it?”
“Almost eleven.”
“Late. Where’s your bathroom? I need to splash some water on my face.”
He directed me to the hall bathroom, and I closed the door quietly behind me. I briefly splashed water on my face to wake myself up. Then I exited to find Marcus sitting on the arm of the sofa.
“You awake now?” he asked with amusement.
“Yes. Did you watch the whole movie?” I asked, surprised.
“Honestly?”
“Yes, honestly.”
“I fell asleep too.”
“I knew it!”
I smacked his chest, and he caught my wrist, pulling me between his thighs. His other hand moved to the small of my back, and I leaned into the heat radiating from his body.
“I should go,” I said quietly.
“Why?”
“It’s late.”
His thumb drew circles on the inside of my wrist. “I don’t want you to go. Stay.”
He looked at me as if I were a precious object. I couldn’t remember the last time a man had looked at me in the same way. I knew what he was asking.
“What about Noah?” I asked, resting my hands on his shoulders.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet so you don’t wake him up.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Me? Maybe you’ll be the one hollering.”
He chuckled.
“You think I’m being funny?”
“You’re cute. I don’t holler. I make women holler.” He kissed my chin. “Will you stay?”
“Yes. I’ll stay.”
His lips found mine in a kiss filled with desire and promise, breaking away to stand and lead me down the hallway to his bedroom.
He closed the door quietly, and then his hands were on me again, sliding my shirt over my head. We quickly removed our clothes, tossing them haphazardly around the room. There was no awkward fumbling, just two people intent on finally exploring the chemistry between us.
When we were both naked, he backed me toward the bed, and my knees hit the mattress. I sat down and leaned back on my hands to look up at him.
His body was magnificent. Golden brown skin covered muscles in his thighs, torso, and arms.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered in a rough voice.
He joined me on the bed and pushed me back onto the pillows, his mouth finding mine again and kissing me with a deep, searching exploration. He caressed my breasts and traced the curves of my waist and hips. When I reached between us to stroke his length, he groaned against my lips.
Skin on skin, we explored each other. His warm, solid body moved on top of mine as his hands slid over the expanse of my stomach to the swell of my breasts.
When his mouth closed over one nipple, I gasped, arching my back and grabbing onto the back of his head.
He lavished it with attention, licking and sucking until I was writhing beneath him.
He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. Straddling him, with my thighs bracketing his hips, the hard length of his erection pressed against my core. His large hands spanned my waist, and he looked up at me with something akin to reverence in his eyes.
“Look at you,” he murmured, sliding his hands higher to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks, and I arched into his touch, my fingers curling into the soft cotton sheets. “You’re perfect.”
I leaned down to kiss him, my thick hair falling forward and creating a curtain around us. He made a masculine sound of approval deep in his throat, smoothing his hands over my hips, my back, and my thighs.
As the kiss deepened, I ground my pelvis against his, and we both moaned.
“Now. Please,” I whispered.
He directed me to the nightstand with his eyes, and I reached over and removed a condom from the drawer. I put it on him, my fingers lingering on the task. I took pleasure in hearing him groan and watching as he bit into his bottom lip.
When he was finally covered, he placed his hands on my hips and guided me onto his length. I sank down onto him, and we both moaned. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness exactly what I needed.
I didn’t move at first, simply allowing my body to adjust to his size.
“You good?” he asked in a strained voice.
“Yes,” I breathed.
I began to move then, finding a rhythm that made us both lose our breath. His hands continued to roam over my body—up my sides, cupping my breasts and squeezing them, then going lower again to hold onto my hips and guide my movements.
Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. We communicated with our bodies and the sound of our breathing.
As the pressure built between us, I paid attention to his expressions as I rode him.
I watched the way his jaw clenched and the way his eyes darkened with pleasure.
He was beautifully unguarded as he shared his raw reactions.
“Julia, goddamn.” His hands tightened on my hips. “Baby, I need...”
I gyrated my hips as I bounced up and down on his hard dick.
He suddenly dropped an F-bomb and then flipped us over, never breaking our connection. One minute I was on top, the next I was on my back with him above me. He positioned my leg higher on his hip and switched the angle. I cried out and sank my nails into his biceps.
He lowered his head to my ear. “Shh,” he said, reminding me that we weren’t alone.
Each successive thrust was deliberately deep and slow, and his mouth was everywhere—on my lips, on my neck, on my collarbone. His hands were too, continuing to torture me and moving all over my body.
Pressure coiled tighter inside me until I felt as if I were suffocating. I could barely think. All I could do was feel his hard body thrusting into mine. My fingers dug into the muscles of his back, and my legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper as my hips bounced frantically faster.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured in my ear. “Go on ahead and let go, Julia. I got you.”
And so I did. The orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave hitting me and forcing my body to arch and tremble beneath him. Another loud cry burst from my lungs as my head tossed back. I couldn’t help it. He felt so damn good.
Seconds later, his rhythm faltered and he buried his face in my neck, releasing my name as a rough whisper while his fingers sank into my hips and dragged me tighter against him.
He shattered against me, releasing a loud, breathless groan as he climaxed. Panting hard, he collapsed on top of me, spent from the power of his own orgasm.
We stayed in the same position for a while, our hearts pounding, both of us breathing hard. The sheets were twisted around my feet, and we were lying diagonally across the bed.
Finally, Marcus rolled off of me, and we both stared up at the ceiling.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He laughed softly. “Yeah. Wow.”
A few minutes later, after he had disposed of the condom in the adjoining bathroom, we pulled the covers over our naked bodies and snuggled together. I rested my head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart.
Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to drift in the warmth of Marcus’s arms—content and completely satisfied.