Page 43 of Wicked Flirt
He lapped at her again and then he made her crazy, stroking her with his fingers until she was trembling.
“Now,” she ordered.
He stopped.
“Marcus!” she hollered. “Stop fucking around and fuck me!”
He smirked before lowering his head between her legs, his mouth taking over where his fingers had left off, only not enough, not nearly enough. Soft kisses, lazy strokes of his tongue. She writhed under him, desperate for more. His big hand clamped over her hip, stilling her, his mouth wicked. She ignited, each stroke of his tongue, every hungry kiss bringing an electric surge of pleasure. He brought her to the edge so many times she lost the power of speech, reduced to a low keening moan through the haze of sensations.
He kissed the inside of her leg, stroking her lazily with one finger, jolting her overly sensitized body. “Ready?”
She lifted her head off the pillow to stare at him incredulously. “Yes!”
“Lie back and relax, baby.”
She dropped her head back on the pillow, so desperate for what he could give that she immediately complied. His head lowered between her legs, sucking gently. She moaned long and low. And then his fingers slid inside her, curled, and pressed.
“Ah!” Sharp pleasure speared through her as he hit the G-spot perfectly. “Oh God, Marcus, Marcus, Marcus.” His dark head between her legs, his mouth working its magic, his fingers massaging her G-spot over and over and over, she lost it. The pleasure carried her out of her mind to a dark pulsing need, coiling tight, her body clenching around him, drenched with desire.
She whimpered incoherently, jerked, and then she came hard, bucking wildly against him. Sensation radiated outward like a starburst through her entire body.
And he didn’t stop.
“Marcus,” she moaned, shoving his shoulder, “I came.”
He lifted his head, his lips wet with her, his fingers still stroking her G-spot, the sensations jolting her, making her hips jerk helplessly against him. She panted, on fire from his touch.
Their gazes locked, an understanding passing between them.
He owns me.
She trembled all over as he spoke soothingly, his fingers continuing to work her, pushing her for more. “Second time will be more powerful. This is what I promised you. Relax.”
She let out a shaky breath and complied. He gave her a wicked smile before diving back in, his mouth hungry, his fingers knowing and sure. A dark haze of pleasure consumed her.
She was going to die. Her body was in overdrive, sweating, trembling, at his mercy. His touch was electric, deep inside, her body bowing off the mattress, which only offered her up for more from his mouth, sucking, lapping, kissing, like he couldn’t get enough of her. Her vision dimmed, Marcus’s dark head a shadow between her legs, the room a blur, her ears ringing.
Her head arched back in a silent scream as the pleasure crashed over her in a monster orgasm that stole her breath, endless shockwaves of pleasure rocking her before she collapsed, the room suddenly black.
Her eyes fluttered open as Marcus stroked her sweaty hair back from her face.
He grinned, his head hovering over hers. “You passed out.”
She slowly blinked. “I did?”
“I take it you liked it.”
“Oh my God. I thought I was going to die.”
“I took you to heaven.”
She kissed him. “You did. That was amazing.”
“You ready for more? Condom is on.”
“Oh God.”
“Oh Marcus.”
