Page 125 of Blue Arrow Island
“I spent a solid four hours of every day on aromium fantasizing about these.” His warm breath caresses my peaked nipple. “Had to force myself to walk away from you so many times when all I wanted wasthis.”
He moves his attention to the other one, switching between them until I’m panting with desire.
“I want you,” I say as I squeeze his ass and push his shorts down farther. “No more waiting.”
He gets to his knees and then his feet, pushing the shorts to the floor. My eyes widen when I see just how thick and long his erection is. The pulse between my thighs becomes an ache as I watch him palm his cock, running his hand up and down its length.
His gaze on me is predatory as I slide my pants down, frantic to get them off and have him inside me. With his free hand, he grabs the waistband, his knuckles brushing over the curls of my sex as he tugs the pants off in one sweep, letting them fall to the floor.
He climbs back on the bed, his eyes holding mine captive.
“No more waiting for what?” His voice is gruff, his shoulders shaking slightly, like they did when his aromium was on and he was struggling to keep his hands off me.
“For you to be inside me.”
He runs his calloused fingertips down my chest, between my breasts, over my stomach, to my ravenous pussy. I jolt and moan, my back arching slightly.
“Say my name.” He runs his fist up and down his length again.
“Marcus,” I whisper. “I want you. Please.”
He leans over me, lining himself up at my entrance. His forearm rests above my head as he pushes himself inside me, my slickness making it easier. He groans and then goes still.
“Still yes?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes.” I push on his lower back, urging him to sink in farther.
When he does, I gasp and keep ahold of his back. “I’m okay. I like it. Just go slow.”
He kisses my neck and pulls back out, gentle as he slowly slides himself in again. “Goddamn, you feel amazing. I’m out of practice.”
I hum with amusement. “You’re perfect.”
He continues, keeping the pace slow until I grind my hips against his, silently setting a faster pace. My nerves are like a fireworks display, the bliss growing brighter and stronger with every thrust of his hips.
I’m breathing hard, already feeling the build of an orgasm when he captures my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head, putting his other palm behind my thigh and pushing it until he’s sinking even deeper into me.
“Fuck,” he mutters, strain etched into his face. “So fucking good.”
The combination of his control over my body and his arousal pushes me over the edge. I shamelessly roll my hips against his as I come, crying out his name.
He knows how to make it last, and he does, thrusting into me so hard the bed is hitting the wall. I’m starting to come down when he lets out a sound that’s more roar than groan and thenstills inside me, his arm muscles beautifully defined as the last of the wall between us crumbles away.
He stays inside me for several heartbeats, his breath returning to normal. I miss his closeness as soon as he kisses me and moves to the side, propping himself up on his elbow and draping his other arm over my stomach.
My eyelids are suddenly leaden, my blissed-out state making me sleepy.
“My toes actually curled,” I say, smiling.
He grins down at me, affection in his mossy eyes. “I’ll take the floor so you can get some good sleep.”
“The fuck you will. You’re staying right here.”
The last thing I see before my eyes slide closed is his amused expression and a nod.
When I wake up, I’m alone in the bed. I put my hand on the side Marcus slept on, finding it still warm.
I’m groggy, which I think means I slept for a long time. I walk into the other room, finding a filled canteen and a note on the table.
