Page 37 of Marcus-stiltskin

Ugh, good job, Sarah. Make him feel self-conscious.

“I’m so sorry. It’s not weird at all. I just–I’m worried about hurting you.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Hurting me?”

“Like, are you sure you don’t need me to be on top? Your leg… I don’t want you to be hobbling for days because—”

He cuts me off with a kiss. “If I’m hobbling for days after this, then it will be for the best damn reason in the world.”

I huff a laugh and shake my head. “Marcus, seriously.”

“Seriously. I will take a break if it gets to be too much… but you have to promise me you’ll tell me if it gets too weird.”

I sigh and put a hand over his heart. “Marcus, the parts I care about are whole. Please don’t think I’m ever weirded out by you. It never crossed my mind.”

“But you still worry about my leg.”

I shrug. “It’s going to be like that for a while until I get used to this. My brain has to collect data on it. So why don’t you give me a data point?”

He smiles. “A data point? Is that what we’re calling it?”

“For science.”

His smile turns into a smirk. “For science?”

“Right now,please?”

He rests his head against my shoulder as he lines his cock up against my body. “Mmmm, I love it when you say please like that.”

“I’ll have to remem–” my words turn into a sigh as presses into me, slowly, his cock filling me completely before he lifts his head and looks at me.

“Still good?” he asks.

“Marcus,” I press up toward him and begin to move. How does he have so much control? “Now,please.“

“Since you said please,” his voice is a low rumble in my ear as settles on his forearms and begins to move slowly, building up a rhythm that’s satisfying but not crazy. He moves leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world, kissing my neck and shoulders with each thrust.

I’ve had boyfriends and situationships and even a really unfortunate engagement when I was in college, but no one has ever been so careful and sweet with my body during sex.

Marcus’s lips brush across my skin with the lightest of touches, his whiskers tickling the sensitive skin of my neck and shoulder as I pull him closer, forgetting my worries about his leg in the moment and just wanting to be a part of him. He finishes at long last with a groan, his forehead against my shoulder, his entire weight resting on me for a moment as he catches his breath. He’s still breathing hard when he rolls us to our sides, and still inside when me works his hand in between us until he’s brushing my clit again.

Much to the angst and consternation of various exes, I’ve rarely come just from penetration alone. I’ve always had to have a little extra help. It doesn’t seem to phase Marcus at all. He keeps his cock in me as his fingers work. It’s not the easiest position to get things done, but he’s persistent. Between the penetration of his cock and the motion of his fingers, it isn’t long before my body begins to shake with the approach of the orgasm.

It’s frustratingly elusive this time, but he says nothing, working his fingers in a small circle until my entire body sits on edge, ready to explode. Thank god for poor Freddie K. Whatever he does to keep the fires at bay, I hope he doesn’t have some psychic connection to me and his dreams are interrupted by this.

My voice is practically a whine as my body finally gives in. Pleasure shakes my entire being as I breathe out Marcus’s name,coming on his hand as I try to keep it exactly where it is. The orgasm feels unending, as he continues to work my clit until I can’t take it anymore. Finally, with gulping breaths, I have to push him away.

He drapes his hand on my ass and holds me in silence as I struggle to catch my breath.

“How was your data point?” he asks. I can’t see him, but I’m willing to bet there’s a smile on his face.

I just nod my head against his chest and pull him tighter, unable to speak as I tangle my legs with his. He kisses my forehead and sighs. “I’ve been thinking about this since I hugged you back at the restaurant.”

“All the candles on Soojin’s counter lit up twice, if that tells you anything.”

“Really?” he says, rubbing slow circles on my backside. “How come there weren’t any out of control infernos?”

“Freddie K.”

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