He was in control.
This time when he pulled his mouth away, it was to kiss softly and slowly down my jaw until he got to my neck, where he swept his lips in a continuous line down to my collar bone.
I was so caught up in what he was doing that I jumped when he started speaking.
“The first time I saw you, I wanted to do this so badly.” He sucked softly. Not enough to leave a hickey—thank God—but enough that I felt it and for my body to react. “For months, I dreamed of you in my bed, and the frustration when I couldn’t figure out how to find you to make it a reality…” A growl rumbled out of him as he dragged his tongue slowly down to my breast. “The last two months have been a lesson in self-control,” he admitted, circling my nipple with the tip of his tongue.
Digging my fingers into his back, I threaded the digits of my other hand through the hair on the back of his head. I wasn’t directing him on where to go or influencing his movements in any way with it, I just needed to surround him like he was surrounding me at that moment.
Moving across to my other breast, he copied what he’d done on the first side, and the measured pace of his movements began to drive me out of my mind. That was until warmth covered my nipple, and a tugging sensation followed it, making me look down to see what he was doing. From the angle I was at, I could see his cheeks hollowing with each pull.
“Marcus—”
“No,” he mumbled, only stopping to say that one word before he went back to torturing me.
Like that wasn’t bad enough, he started flicking my nipple with the tip of his tongue, too. I’d never even realized they were as sensitive as they were right now. It felt like I was going to come from that alone.
And then he upped the ante. I’d been so focused on the sensations from his ministrations to my tits, I hadn’t noticed his arm moving until his finger swept between my folds.
Unfortunately, he was in the mood to torture me even more because he didn’t press it inside me or rub my clit. He just skimmed it slowly, up and down, until I was writhing as much as I could with him on top of me, totally not in control of what my body was doing now.
“You can go off people, you know?” I rasped, tugging on his hair and digging the nails of my other hand resting on his back into the skin there. “Please, Marcus.”
Long minutes later, a thick digit finally pressed inside me, slowly working its way into me, before he withdrew it at the same torturous pace.
“Why do you hate me?” It came out sounding breathless, but in my mind, I was whining, which I hated normally. What the hell else was I meant to do, though?
Those five words made him stop what he was doing, and I swear my heart dropped into my vagina—the one currently so close to the edge but not getting what it needed to tip over finally. Did him stopping mean that wasn’t going to happen? I’d never survive!
Lifting his head, he stared at me through the dim lighting in the room. “Baby, I don’t hate you. Far from it. I just want to enjoy this first time with you.”
Feeling my nostrils flare, I took a deep breath in to calm myself down. “Do you intend on this being the only time we ever do this? Were the months we’ve spent getting to know each other and only making out your comfort zone?”
When he snorted and shook his head, the heart in my vagina slowly began making its way back up to where it was meant to be.
“Fuck no. Those months were good for both of us. The day I first saw you at your grandma’s place, I looked up online how many relationships that begin with sex actually last. The statistics didn’t look good, so I figured us going slow and not doing that would be the best plan.”
That was oddly…sweet, especially for how Marcus came across, as a man’s man who wouldn’t think about things like that. It also helped the former vagina location heart snap fully back into place.
“It’s a marathon, not a race, right?”
“Right.” His finger began moving again inside me, this time slightly faster than it had been. “But if you ever need anything, I want you to come to me, and I get the feeling you need this.”
“I need you,” I corrected.
One side of his mouth tipped up in a smile, just as a second finger joined the first one, making me groan. But then the rough pads of his fingers rubbed over a spot inside me that had my head pressing back into the pillow and duvet behind me and my hips jerking each time they skimmed over it.