Chapter 32

Erica

THREE DAYS AGO

Erica covered her mouth as she rode through the waves of her orgasm, the showerhead still pointed between her legs. When it was safe, she pressed her hand against the wall, replacing the showerhead, and took a breather.

Used to an (at least) once-a-day romp, being newly single was taking some getting used to. Especially when she was living in someone else's house. She stole moments like this one - in the shower, or in the dead of night while Marcus slept.

The problem was, no matter how much love she showed herself, it wasn't enough to keep her satisfied. Not until tonight, when she had let her mind wander toward forbidden thoughts.

She knew Marcus was attractive and that their feelings were growing. But she had not explored that thought until the time was right.

He had opened his home to her, invited her to share his business, and given her stability when her world crumbled. He was forbidden for all the right reasons.

That was until six months of close quarters blurred the lines between forbidden and irresistible.

Suddenly, all she could think about was Marcus. How good he looked, how much he made her laugh, the way he talked with his hands.

God, how good those hands would feel on her.

The shower was her first chance to explore these exciting new thoughts. The orgasm she had while thinking about Marcus proved how strong the attraction was between them. She owed it to herself to see if there was anything there .

They had waited long enough.

PRESENT DAY

Clothes flew in all directions as they entered the flat. The door had barely closed behind them before they were half-naked. Erica's heart pounded as Marcus's hands roamed her back, cupping her backside and pulling her against him.

She had wanted to do this for so long, and now it was finally happening; she felt almost dizzy with excitement.

"We can stop at any time," Marcus panted against her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Whatever you want, okay?"

"Shut up, and fuck me."

Marcus growled against her ear, pulling her legs up around his waist and carrying her to the nearest wall. Pressing her against it, he grazed her neck with his teeth as he tugged and pulled at her jeans. She wound her fingers into his hair, holding him against her neck. She lifted her hips off the wall to help him with his mission to rid her of her jeans.

"I have wanted to do this for so long," he muttered against her neck. "You smell so fucking good."

Her heart leapt as she tugged on his hair, pulling him up and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. He pushed her jeans down. His fingers skimmed her smooth thighs as his tongue pushed between her lips to tangle with hers.

Leaving her jeans bunched around her ankles, he pushed his fingers inside her knickers, teasing along her slit. He groaned into her mouth at the wetness he found.

Erica could hardly breathe. His fingers slid inside her, first one, then two, curling against her deepest spots. After so long with only her own fingers, she craved another man's touch. She craved Marcus. But as incredible as it felt, it wasn't enough.

"No teasing," she muttered against his lips. "I told you to fuck me. "

Pulling his fingers back, he fumbled with the button on his trousers and pushed them down enough to release his cock. He moved her underwear and playfully slid his member against her wetness. Teasing her sensitive spots, she got an idea of his size, and when he finally sank into her, she broke off the kiss to bite into his shoulder, stifling the groan of pure decadence.

He felt amazing. So hard, so thick. He filled her perfectly, stretching her deliciously. He moved just as she needed, with short, hard thrusts that made her tits bounce against his chest. His fingers pressed against her butt cheeks, pulling her harder onto his waiting cock as he picked up his speed. She closed her eyes, revelling in the feel of him and the pleasure of his body against hers.

And then, all too soon, it was gone.

With a deep groan, Marcus pulled out of her, his cum hitting the wall between her legs.

She felt her cheeks flush, waiting for his mumbled apologies.

This had been what she had been waiting for?

Without missing a beat, Marcus sank to his knees and buried his head between her legs.

Erica had to lean against the wall, letting it take her weight as Marcus tugged her jeans off one leg and pulled it over his shoulder. His tongue delved between her folds, tasting and exploring every inch of her. His lips teased her clit, sucking on it as his tongue lavished exquisite attention on her. Any disappointment she felt at his early finish quickly melted away.

This was a man made for eating pussy.

His fingers returned inside her, pumping until her cries echoed in the hallway. She scratched at the wall, looking for anything to grab. Her hips moved in time with his fingers, desperately seeking more of the pleasure he gave her. She settled for his hair, grabbing his locks and tugging him closer, guiding his mouth to where she needed him most.

He didn't disappoint, moaning her name against her, the word vibrating against her clit deliciously. His fingers picked up their pace, pounding into her and curling against the sweetest spots. Her breathing grew heavier, her heart racing as she surrendered herself to him. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body consumed with everything he made her feel.

Her orgasm was intense, building slowly but strongly. Nothing could have prepared her for that moment as wave after wave rolled through her.

For a moment, she forgot to breathe, clinging to Marcus' hair as her legs buckled, thankful for his hold on her. When she came, she groaned his name in a tone she didn't recognise, and one she never expected to hear again. It was so animalistic.

So primal.

With one last lick, Marcus tugged her down to the floor, laying her flat against the rug. Electricity danced through her body as Marcus finally pulled her jeans off her ankles. He peeled her knickers down her legs, leaving her naked.

He kissed along her stomach and over her ribs. His tongue flicked out over her nipple, his fingers pinching the other. He continued his journey up her body, teeth grazing her neck until he was leaning over her, his eyes searching hers.

"You don't think I'm finished with you, do you?" His voice was a low growl, a hint of promise in his tone. His leg nudged hers apart until he could settle between them.

She held her breath, her eyes devouring his body as he grasped his cock at the base, hard and ready once more. His eyes fixated between her legs, licking his lips. She moved her hand, running her fingers along her slit, purposefully giving him a show.

"Sexy bitch," he muttered, watching her intently. "I won't apologise for earlier."

"What—"

"Apologising would mean I'm embarrassed," he interrupted, as her fingers rubbed her clit, making him smirk. "And I'm never going to be embarrassed by how sexy I find you, how excited you make me."

Tapping her hand away, he pushed his cock inside her in one smooth motion. Leaning over her, his stomach pressed against hers, her nipples brushing against his chest .

He kissed and teased along her neck until he could speak into her ear, his words hot and breathless. "You drive me fucking crazy, Erica."

She closed her eyes, losing herself to the moment. She let his words wash over her as he thrust inside her, lazily, this time with long, delicious strokes.

How refreshing it was for her to find a man who wasn't trying to be a pornstar. Just a normal guy who loved her body that much, he couldn't help himself.

She'd never been more complimented. And he had more than made up for it.

"Once I got inside you, I knew I wouldn't last long. You're so fucking perfect. So fucking tight." He nipped her earlobe, his hand skimming her side and over her waist. He cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. "I've wanted you for so long, and you feel better than I ever imagined. You're so damn beautiful, with lips made for kissing."

As though to make his point, his lips brushed over hers before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss. It was a demanding kiss.

Possessive.

His lips were hard against hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. Everything about it meant to show her just how affected he was by her, just how crazy she made him. She moaned into his mouth, and he rewarded her with a harder thrust, burying himself inside her.

"Your tits are perfect," he muttered between kisses. "I love watching them bounce when I fuck you." Holding himself up, his gaze dropped to her chest, pounding his hips into hers until her breasts bounced with the force. His groan sent a stab of pleasure to the pit of her stomach, and she felt herself getting wetter around him.

"You're stunning, Erica. But it's nothing compared to how you feel. How you taste."

Adjusting his position, he knelt between her legs, pulling them over his shoulders and leaning over her. Her eyes widened at how deep he moved inside her and how tight his movements felt. When he pressed his hand against her abdomen, she cried out in pleasure.

"That's right, baby, moan for me. Let me hear you. "

Taking her hand, he pulled it between her legs, encouraging her to play with herself as he fucked her.

"You have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted." He growled his words as he moved faster, watching her fingers with dark eyes. "You feel perfect around my cock."

His arm tightened around her thigh, holding her in place as he pounded into her.

"You've ruined all other women for me, Erica, 'cause no one is gonna grip my cock the way you do."

Tightening around him, Erica let his words replay in her mind. Every muttered compliment, every growled admiration. It seemed hard to believe, but she was sure this orgasm was going to be even sweeter than the last.

"Mm, are you gonna cum for me, baby doll?"

She nodded in response, biting down on her lip as though it might stifle the carnal noises she was making. "I can't hear you."

"Yes!" she cried, panting the words as she gasped in as much air as she could. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Good. Cover my cock, Erica. Let me hear how fucking good you feel."

She screamed his name in release, almost on command. Dizzy with pleasure, she writhed against him, feeling the rug leave small friction burns along her back, only adding to the ecstasy of her orgasm.

Marcus never relented, trying to extend her pleasure for as long as possible. She thought it would never end. She wasn't sure she wanted it to. But, with one final heavy sigh of pleasure, she flopped against the ground, a light sweat covering her body.

Distantly, she could feel Marcus slowing down, until he lazily thrust in and out of her, small fireworks of pleasure exploding inside her. She peeked her eyes open and caught his smug smile as his eyes roamed every inch of her body.

For a second, she glimpsed something in his expression. Reverence, perhaps. A look of awe that made butterflies dance in her stomach. And then he met her gaze.

"You looked like you enjoyed that," he said, amusement lacing his tone. "Take your time to catch your breath and then prepare yourself. "

"Prepare?" She asked, her words barely above a whisper. His eyes flashed, the smirk back on his face.

Tightening his hold on her once more, he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper inside her. Her previously fatigued body came alive with every movement, her heart rate picking back up. She moaned weakly as he chuckled darkly.

"Round three, baby. The night is still young."