Page 37 of Past Due

He laughed softly but didn’t reject the idea. After a while, he said carefully, “Marley, about last night...”

I kissed his chest. “Last night was amazing.”

He exhaled a slow breath. “You didn’t feel pressured? Rushed?”

I frowned and lifted my head so I could see his face. “Where is this coming from?” Then, feeling suddenly embarrassed, I asked, “Was it that obvious?”

Besian shifted and frowned back at me. “Was what obvious?”

My cheeks burned as I admitted, “That I don’t have much experience.”

He seemed taken aback. “Marley, are you—"

Before he could ask, I interjected, “Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“I mean, I’ve done things. I just haven’t done all the things.”

“I see,” he said finally.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized in a rush.

“For what?” he asked, taken aback for the second time.

“For not telling you,” I clarified.

“Why didn’t you?”

I avoided his curious gaze as I explained, “I was going to, but then I got carried away. Everything felt so good, and I didn’t want you to hold back and treat me like some fragile little thing. I liked the way you made me feel, and I could tell you were enjoying yourself with me. I didn’t want to ruin that.”

“You wouldn’t have ruined it,” he assured me and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. “And I would have treated you gentler,” he admitted. “But I’m glad I didn’t.”

I gasped as he suddenly rolled us, pressing me into the mattress. He planted his hands on either side of my head and then captured my mouth in a kiss that left me panting with excitement. He shocked me by nipping at my lower lip, not hard enough to break the skin but with enough force that I bucked underneath him. He soothed the spot with his tongue before sucking it gently.

When he clasped both of my smaller wrists in his much larger hand, I gulped. He pinned my arms overhead and shifted his weight, sliding his knee between my legs and forcing them open. He trailed noisy kisses down my throat, scraping his teeth against my sensitive skin in between each one.

“B!” I cried out as he roughly jerked my shorts down my hips until they were down around my thighs.

“Hush.” He kissed me until I was breathless. “Just feel.”

Still trapped underneath him, I shuddered as he scratched his nails down the curve of my hip and then swirled his hand back toward my chest. He shoved my tank top up toward my neck, baring my breasts. His tongue circled my right nipple and then the left before he sucked hard.

My hips shot off the bed at the stinging arc of pain and pleasure. He did the same thing to my other nipple, and I arched into him again. The pull of his mouth on my breast seemed to travel straight to my sex, making my clitoris throb and ache. He must have known exactly what he was doing to me because he repeated his sensual attacks on my breasts until I was trembling.

He slipped his hand between my thighs and held my gaze as he gently parted my labia. His wicked kisses and his attention to my surprisingly sensitive breasts had left me dripping wet. The slick heat coated Besian’s thick fingers as he stroked up and down my slit. He kept teasing me with his fingers, sliding them close to my clit but never quite making it.

“Please.”

“Please what? Stop? Don’t stop?”

“Don’t stop,” I begged, his touch igniting my desire like a spark to dry tinder.

“Don’t stop what, Marley?”

“Touching me,” I pleaded, trembling underneath him. “But higher. Please. Higher.”

“Say it,” he ordered.

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