Chapter 52

CHAPTER 52

MARLOW

H is words echoed in my ears, a soft confession that made me feel special, chosen. My heart hammered in my chest as I looked into his eyes. There was a vulnerability there, a raw honesty that took my breath away. He trusted me enough to take a chance in the relationship world for the first time. I felt honored.

His mouth was suddenly intense, like a man starving. It was all-consuming and wonderfully greedy. His large hands cradled my face while his lips moved with a fervor that held nothing back. I grabbed at him. I needed to be as close to him as possible.

He seemed to understand my silent plea, his hands sliding down my back to pull me flush against him. I gasped into his mouth as I felt the firmness of his body against mine, the heat between us nearly unbearable. His hands moved with a boldness that was intoxicating.

Breaking away from our kiss, he pressed his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. My pulse quickened and a soft moan slipped from my lips. His hands found the hem of my shirt, and in one swift motion, he had it over my head and discarded on the floor. I shivered but not from the cold.

His heated gaze seemed to set every nerve on fire. I watched as his eyes took me in, a look of unbridled desire that made me feel beautiful and desired.

Then he was kissing me again, this time with an urgency that sent my pulse racing. His kisses were like honey, sweet and intoxicating. His hands were everywhere, slipping up the curve of my waist, trailing down the side of my neck, brushing against the exposed skin of my chest. Each touch sent a shiver down my spine.

He quickly unhooked my bra. As the fabric fell away, there was a moment of hesitation in his gaze. His eyes lit up with a new spark, dark and full of hunger.

He moved back to claim my mouth again while his hand cupped my breast. His touch was magic, leaving trails of heat in its wake. My back arched, silently begging him for more.

His thumb grazed over an erect nipple. I gasped into his mouth, electricity shooting straight down to my very core. It seemed our bodies were hardwired for each other, every touch amplified by this connection between us.

His hands were giving nothing but pleasure as they continued their exploration. One slipped down between my thighs while the other tangled in my loose hair to tilt my head back for a deeper kiss. His mouth left mine to trail hot kisses down my neck and across the swell of my breast. He took a nipple between his lips, suckling gently, while his other hand echoed the same teasing motion with my other breast. The sensation was overwhelming. My body responded instinctively, arching into him as I moaned softly.

My fingers found their way to his hair, tugging lightly as he continued to torment me with his mouth. His hand teased between my legs through the fabric of my pants, driving me wild with anticipation. I squirmed beneath him, trying to guide his hand where I needed him most. He chuckled against my skin at my impatience but didn't relent.

"Patience," he murmured into my ear, his voice low and husky. The sound sent a thrill through me, making me moan again in response. I was captivated by his touch, the way his body moved against mine. It was a dance of desire that left me breathless.

His fingers continued their quest, undoing the button of my pants with an almost teasing slowness. My heart raced in anticipation as I felt him tug the zipper down. I was eager for him, desperate to feel his touch against my bare skin. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, trailing along the sensitive skin there. My hips arched up into him, seeking more contact.

He pulled his mouth from mine and scooted back on the couch to remove my boots. He pulled my pants down my legs. The warmth from the fire washed over my bare skin. He looked down at my naked body with only the fireplace providing soft light.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

"Your turn." I smiled. "You're wearing way too many clothes."

He got to his feet with a sexy smile while I lay sprawled on the couch in all my naked glory. "Please, take your time," I said.

He laughed and started to unbutton his shirt. I watched with a hunger that could only be satisfied by him.

His fingers moved quickly over the buttons, revealing a strong, muscular chest. The firelight danced across his skin, emphasizing every chiseled line of his body. He shrugged off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor before moving to his pants. His movements were unhurried, teasingly slow as he undid his belt buckle and pulled it free. I watched with my tongue practically stuck to the roof of my mouth as he undid the button and paused at the zipper. I looked up and caught him looking at me.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a breathy voice.

"You're looking at me like you might devour me," he joked.

He was right and that was exactly what I wanted to do. I got up from the couch and stood in front of him, my hands moving over his chest, memorizing every detail. The smell of him was so masculine—so him. My mouth opened involuntarily. I truly wanted to feast on the man. I ran my tongue across his chest. I was turning myself on just being this close to him.

Suddenly, I needed more. I pushed his pants down, dropping to my knees in front of him and coming eye to eye with that part of him that had my body overheated. I looked up at him once before wrapping my hand around his cock. He groaned, one of his hands threading into my hair. I slid my hand up and down his erection, relishing in the hardness and the power in my palm.

His eyes were closed and his breath hitched as he bit his lower lip to suppress his groans. This sight of him, so vulnerable and yet powerful, had a mesmerizing effect on me. I moved closer, teasing him with my mouth before taking him in fully. His body stiffened and a strangled gasp left his lips as I began to move in rhythm with the strokes of my hand.

His grip on my hair tightened and I could feel his body shuddering with barely contained pleasure. His eyes found mine as he looked down at me with a wild lust that set my heart racing. I reached for his balls, tugging and massaging, and I slid my tongue up and down his full length. I sucked him into my mouth, taking him deep while my fingers continued to play. His hip bucked involuntarily, softly choking out a gasp that echoed in the room. He got even harder, if that was possible. The taste of him was intoxicating, driving me into a frenzy of desire.

Suddenly he pulled back from my mouth, his hands gently tugging at my hair. "Stop," he gasped. "If you don't stop now, I won't last."

I looked up at him and released him reluctantly, licking my lips as I did so. He held out a hand to me, pulled me back onto my feet, and grabbed me around the waist. Our bodies collided with a satisfying thud, my chest against his, the heat between us searing hot. He grabbed at the back of my thighs and hoisted me up on him. His mouth captured mine in a searing kiss that tasted of need and desire. I wrapped my legs around him, my hips moving against his.

He took a step back. The next thing I knew, he cursed, and we were falling. We hit the floor, landing on the shag rug. "Shit are you okay?" he asked.

"What happened?" I laughed.

"I hit the coffee table," he groaned.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine, but I don't think your table is," he muttered.

I reached up and cupped his face. "But are you okay?"

"I'll have a bruise," he muttered. "Sorry."

We stared at each other for a second before we both laughed. "Oops," I said.

"So, since we're down here," he said in a husky voice.

"Yeah, since we're here," I murmured.

His mouth captured mine again, the need in his kiss matching the urgency in his touch. He moved over me, the weight of him pushing me against the soft rug. I looked up at him, his face illuminated in the firelight. My heart skipped a beat looking into his eyes. The world stopped in that second. We were both locked in the moment.

He finally entered me, filling me completely, stretching me to accommodate him. I gasped into his mouth as my body welcomed him eagerly. He began to move in slow, deliberate thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

I wrapped my legs tighter around him, encouraging him to delve deeper. My body writhed beneath him, longing for more. I moaned into his mouth as he hit a sweet spot within me. His pace increased, his thrusts becoming more powerful.

I could feel a mounting pressure building within me, signaling my impending orgasm. My fingers dug into his back as I tried to ground myself. But with every thrust he delivered, he was driving me closer and closer over the edge.

He pulled out slightly and looked into my eyes, sweat dripping from his brow onto mine. His hand reached between our bodies, finding my sensitive bud and applying just the right amount of pressure. His other hand was tangled in my hair, pulling me close so that he could devour my mouth as he continued to drive into me. His thumb circled around my clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body and making me arch up into him. My moans became cries as he pushed me higher and higher.

"I'm close," I whimpered against his lips. My eyes rolled back as a particularly intense wave of pleasure made me quiver beneath him.

"I know, baby," he said with a huskiness that was only for me. "Let it go."

With a few more strokes and a final flick of his fingers, I shattered around him. My body convulsed as I cried out his name, digging my nails into his back as the intensity of my climax washed over me.

He wasn't far behind. After a few more thrusts, he stilled above me, his body tensed, and he threw his head back, letting out a long, drawn-out roar. He collapsed on top of me. His body twitched over me, sending fresh pleasure through me.

He slid to the side, keeping his arm draped across me as he kissed the side of my face. He ran his fingers through my hair, the tenderness making my heart melt.

"On the note of telling you when something is wrong," he said quietly.

"Yeah?" I asked, turning to look at him. This is exactly what I want and need from him. Trust. Openness. I want him to feel like he can tell me anything.

"My parents are flying in the day after tomorrow."

"Oh?" I asked with some surprise.

He rolled to his back, putting his hands under the back of his head. "It's going to be shit."

I rolled to my side, putting my cheek on his chest, my hand on his stomach. "Parents love me. Maybe I can help be a buffer? If you want me to be there, I will."

He kissed the top of her head. "That might help. I don't know. I'm not looking forward to it. It's always a shit show."