Page 114 of Missing Marcus

“I need you,” she breathed out.

“You don’t need anyone. You’re the strongest woman I know. You give way more than you take. Yet, you loved me when I hated myself. I’m making you come, Gabrielle. Don’t hold back, let me feel you around me.”

Knight ducked his head lower and slid two fingers inside while he sucked on her tiny nub. Gabby clenched around him and her hips bucked as the wave of euphoria rushed forward, causing her to cry out, “Marcus!”

He continued until he felt the last wave of the orgasm leave her. Moving to her side, he placed a hand over her heart, which beat wildly.

“Do you feel all right?”

Gabby turned to face him. “Yes.” Her hand pushed him down upon the mattress and she held his arms down, making it clear she wanted her turn to explore. Knowing Marcus could easily flip her back over, she straddled his hips. Her bump rested against his belly and he laughed as the baby shifted. Marcus soon stopped when she gently raked her nails over his nipples and pulled them taut.

“I love how hard you feel. When you hold me, it’s like you’re made of steel. It made me feel protected and safe. I know you find me naïve when I give a homeless person my last dollar while you impatiently wait. You believe I don’t know the danger. You’re very wrong. I approached only when you stood beside me because I knew you kept me safe. My ‘Knight’ fought for us. He protected me as I helped someone who didn’t feel secure. Most of all, he adored me.”

Gabby shifted herself over him, sliding up and down on his stiff rod. “Hmmm,” he moaned as she pulled his nipples. Her stomach impeded her from leaning down and sucking and she refused to move. She needed the feeling of control. Her hips undulated around him, causing the slickness between them.

Knight’s hands gripped her waist, slowing her. “Gabby. We don’t have condoms.”

She giggled. “Are you worried about me getting pregnant? We’re a bit late for that.”

He grinned and watched as the smile slowly left her face. “Unless…”

Flipping her over gently, he cupped her face. “I’ve not been with another woman. I know you’ve not slept with another man. Don’t go there, sweetheart.”

Knight lined himself at her entrance, not giving her time to let the doubts sink in. He eased his way inside until he filled her completely. She raised her legs, allowing him deeper. Looping his arms under her knees, he held them while he gently thrust in and out.

“Harder,” she cried as she gripped the sheets.

“I don’t want to hurt the baby,” he whispered.

“Damn it, Marcus. The baby’s fine. I want to come. If you don’t want this memory to end with me strangling you, give it to me, now,” she demanded.

Marcus beamed. His strokes went harder and he adjusted her legs, letting her feel every inch he gave her.

Gabby tightened around him like a vice as he watched her gorgeous breasts bob up and down with the motion.

She gripped the sheets as he thrust harder.

“Yes, yes,” she panted as he quelled the urge to surrender, dragging out her orgasm.

“Keep your eyes open. I want to see you come,” he ordered as she moaned louder.

Her hips raised to meet his in a frenzied motion. Knight grabbed her hips and held them firm. Gabby stopped breathing, stiffened and stared at him as the orgasm hit. “Ahhh,” she cried.

Her beauty as she cried out did him in and he pressed his way home until he struggled to hold back any longer. Knight surrendered to his need to claim her one last time. She milked every last drop from him as he slowed his movements.

Slowly pulling out, he watched her face. There was no evidence of hurt, only her loving eyes staring back, and he wished to capture the moment in his mind for however long it lasted. A gentle smile played on her lips. He got off the bed and helped her into the bathroom.

He waited until she finished, laid a towel on the counter and lifted her on it. He warmed a washcloth and wiped her clean, knowing she hated feeling sticky. Her arms looped around his neck as their foreheads touched.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “May I stay with you tonight or do you prefer to sleep alone?”

“Stay.”

Marcus picked her up and carried her to bed. She lay her head in the crook of his shoulder and he felt her tears run down his chest before he placed her on the bed. Once he adjusted the pillows, he snuggled in behind her. Gabby fell asleep while he listened to every breath she took and every sound she made, relishing every damn minute before he kept his promise and let her go.

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Gabby woke to find Marcus gone. She ran her hand over the pillow beside her and brought it to her nose, inhaling his sandalwood scent. Glancing at the clock, she rose from the bed, went to the bathroom and pulled her clothes from the hotel closet. Scanning her clothing choice for her divorce, she realized she picked Marcus’ favorite color on her. He loved it when she wore pink.

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