“Not yet,” he breathed, taking her earlobe in his teeth and nipping it gently.
His slippery fingers parted her thighs, and he draped one leg over each side of the tub. She still lay atop him, with her head upon his shoulder. “Marcus,” she complained.
But then his slick fingers slipped into the tuft of hair at the top of her mound. He tugged it gently, and she stilled. She opened her thighs in invitation. His fingertip raked gently up and down her folds until he found the little nub that had been pounding like mad ever since he’d touched her. He circled it with his finger, as he said very close to her ear, “How badly do you want to come?”
She whimpered, clutching his thighs below her. “Badly,” she admitted.
The length of him pressed against her backside. She shifted, letting him slide along the crack of her bottom, until he hissed between his teeth. “Be still,” he warned with a laugh.
“I want you inside me,” she told him, turning her head so she could kiss the side of his mouth. He took her lips with his, a fierce mix of teeth and tongue, as his fingers continued to play around her nub.
“Put me inside,” he taunted, lifting his lips for only a moment.
“Me?” she asked.
“You,” he breathed, pressing his manhood against her forcefully.
He reached down and arched his staff away from his belly, and she balanced herself on the edges of the tub, sliding back far enough that he could push at her entrance.
“Take me inside,” he whispered, his lips grazing her neck.
“I don’t know if I can do it here,” she said.
But then Marcus took over and lifted her bottom. She grasped the edges of the tub, hovering over him as he fed his length inside her. “Sink down on me,” he said, his voice broken and harsh.
Cecelia impaled herself on his shaft, taking him inch by slow inch. “I’ve never felt so full,” she breathed.
“You should see the view from here,” he chuckled. “Amazing.” That was when Cecelia realized that he could see his manhood being slowly fed inside her. He pulled her hips lower and she took more of him. And more. And more, until he was inside her fully, and her bottom was pressed against his stomach. “Sit back,” he said.
Cecelia leaned her back against his chest, his fullness adjusting to her new position. Marcus let out a hiss between his clenched teeth.
“Don’t move anymore,” he warned.
“Why not?” she whispered playfully.
“Because you’re all warm and snug around me. And I want to stay like this forever.” He licked the rim of her ear, and Cecelia felt his manhood jump inside her.
But then his fingers started their slow slide around her nub again, and Cecelia rocked against him. The warm water of the tub lapped against her breasts, and Marcus must have seen it, because he took one breast in his hand and cupped it, pinching her nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger.
“I’m going to come if you can’t be still,” he warned.
She stilled. But she squeezed him inside her, her walls pulsing madly around his length.
“Don’t do that either,” he said, and she tightened around him again. “Oh, God,” he cried.
He bit down on her shoulder gently, his teeth abrasive and tender at the same time. Heat shot straight to the center of her, and her breath rushed out in tiny pants. “Marcus,” she cried.
“You feel like a silken glove on me,” he growled next to her ear. “You’re tight and wet and hot, and you’re squeezing me so tightly.”
“I think you’re too big for me in this position,” she said. “I can’t even move on you.”
***
Thank God she couldn’t move. If she didn’t stop fisting him within her depths, he would come. And he wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted to pleasure her. He wanted to take her in their bed, with their magic surrounding them. He wanted all of her, and he’d yet to have it. He wanted it. Dear God, he wanted it.
But first, he would make her come. He would make her gasp with pleasure. Then he would pull himself from her silken depths and carry her to bed.
His fingers traced a circle around that sensitive little nub, his touch growing less and less gentle as her body responded. Her sheath quivered around him, squeezing him tighter as she moved closer and closer toward the peak.