Chapter 13

I lifted my hips and once he’d removed them, Marcus let them fall to the floor at his feet. He was on his knees again, the flat of his palm on my lower belly, pressing me gently to the bed. With his other hand he pressed my thighs far enough apart so that he could kneel between my knees. He brought his mouth down to my waiting folds. He kissed my pussy lips—the tip of his tongue stroking the edges of my slit. He suckled gently on one lip and then the other. My gasp melted into a moan of pleasure.

Marcus parted my labia, drawing a line over my clit and down to my entrance. Slowly, with a heavenly pressure, he inserted his index finger and began to stroke my inner walls. I felt the intensity building as he stroked my g-spot and a low guttural purr played in my chest.

He pressed another finger inside and stroked harder. My hips began moving in the same rhythm with his fingers. He teased harder and I pulsed, gushing with sweet ecstasy, dampening the covers beneath me.