Page 36 of Marcus-stiltskin

“You are crazy, woman.”

“I’m also naked and cold. So hurry up, man.”

He finishes rolling the sleeve off and grabs me by the waist, pulling me down on the bed with him. I shimmy until I’m on top, grabbing both of his hands and holding them down to the bed.

There’s absolutely no way I could hold him here if he didn’t want to be held down–but it’s sweet that he lets me pretend to be in charge. I scoot up his body and trace his lips with one of my nipples before pressing it to his lips. He opens up and takes my breast into his mouth, rolling his tongue over my nipple, switching between sucking and licking until I want to dig my nails into his flesh.

“The other one, too, Marcus,” I demand.

He obeys, sucking my other breast into his mouth greedily, until I’m dripping with need. I replace my breast with my tongue and kiss him until I forget about holding his hands down. Marcus takes advantage of the opportunity and rolls us until he’s on top. “Is this going to hurt you?” I ask.

All he does is shake his head as he copies my move, taking my hands in one of his and holding them above me while his tongue works on my neck. As he works, his free hand snakes down my body, until he’s thrusting a finger inside me before finding my clit and working it with two fingers. I was practically soaked before he even touched me, but at this rate, the entire bed will be a sopping wet mess.

It’s crazy how he knows exactly how to move, how fast to go, how rough to be. I’m drawing in the electricity he’s creating as my legs tighten and my thighs spread, trying to get closer to his hand. He picks up the pace, and all I can do is cling to him asmy too-fast orgasm ripples over me. Even as I reach the peak of it, he doesn’t stop moving his hand until I’m pushing him away, trying to catch my breath.

“Marcus,” I say when I can finally breathe again. “You didn’t have to–”

He silences me with a kiss, this one sweet and slow and everything you’d ever dream a kiss to be, only to follow it up with, “You’ve been imagining this since you were fifteen, I just figured…ow!” I pinch him on the ass, hard, and he starts to laugh.

“I’m leaving,” I tell him, teasing, as I start to roll away, but he grabs me and starts to kiss me again.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” he says when he finally has to come up for air.

I pull him close, content to be skin-to-skin with him for this moment. His hand runs lazily over my hip and down my ass. “Marcus?”

He presses kisses down my shoulder and arm, “Mmmhmm?”

“I’m sorry about the whole diary thing. The guys must have harassed you for days.”

Marcus chuckles in between kisses. He’s made it down my arm and has started on my hip. “They would have, but everyone was too afraid of Lugh to say anything about his sister.” He crosses over to my belly and starts back up my sternum before burying his face into the valley of my breasts. “I tried to come talk to you that night,” he says, looking up from the place he’s claimed after a long moment.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want you to feel bad. David was a dick, even for a kid. They were your private thoughts, but your mom thought it might make things worse.”

He makes a pillow of my boobs again as I run my nails through the back of his telltale military style hair. “Yeah, I would have been horrified.”

“So, uh, not to be a Debbie Downer but I’ve got zero condoms around here. I haven’t ventured into the dating pool since things ended with Catrina.”

“I think this might be your lucky day, Mr. Jones. I have an IUD and all of my tests were good right after I stepped out of the dating pool.”

“Stepped out?”

“Dating and stripping haven’t really worked out well for me,” I admit. I must be making a face, because he pushes up on his elbow and leans over me.

Carefully, he brushes the hair from my face and kisses me softly. “We’ll make it work.”

I want to believe him, but this isn’t the first time I’ve been down this road with a guy. I desperately want Marcus to be different. He says nothing else as he leans back down to kiss me, moving carefully until he’s directly over me, his legs between mine. He doesn’t break the kiss as he runs a hand from my knee to my upper thigh, the calluses on his palm sending shivers up and down my spine.

His cock rests on my belly and so I reach for it, wrapping my hand around him as best I can and pulling gently up. He groans low and deep in the back of his throat as I find my rhythm. He matches it, moving against my hand as he grows harder and harder.

It’s not sexy at all, but I can’t stay focused. I can’t help but worry he’s going to be sore and tired from all of this later. Should I insist on being on top? There have to be other ways to do this without hurting him.

“Everything okay? Are you getting tired?” he pulls away and asks. I look down between us and realize I’ve been slowing down.

I shake my head. “Sorry, my brain doesn’t shut off.”

He tilts his head. “We can take a break, or just sleep if this is too weird for you.”

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