Blackbird's Fall (Savage World 3)

Marius came closer, and she eyed him, wondering what was on his mind since he wore a smirk.

“You look like you have something up your sleeves.”

He lifted his arms. “I’m wearing a T-shirt, baby.”

She rolled her eyes at his reply. When he was a foot from her, the tree stopping her from even thinking about leaving, all she could feel was his body heat. “You’re funny,” she said in a bland tone but smiled. He moved a step closer to her. “Marius, what are we doing?” Maya said on a whisper, feeling her arousal rise. This was always how she felt when he was near, when he looked at those with those intense, serious eyes.

He reached out and smoothed his hand on her cheek. “I’m not doing anything,” he said unconvincingly. He continued to move his hand down, over her throat, across her collarbones, and covered one of her breasts.

The only sound that could be heard was of them breathing heavily. Sherman was off to the side rummaging around, but all she could focus on was Marius.

“What would you say if I said I wanted to fuck you right here?”

She sucked in a lungful of air. “It’s dangerous being out here.”

He moved closer until his chest brushed her breasts. “I’ll protect you.” He pressed her up against the tree and ground his hard dick into her belly until she gasped slightly. Maya dropped the basket, the berries forgotten as pleasure stole her sanity and common sense.

“This is kind of reckless,” she said without any worry in her voice, without fearing they were in danger.

“Yeah, and doesn’t it feel fucking incredible,” Marius said without phrasing it like a question.

She closed her eyes when his warm breath teased her throat.

“Look at me, baby,” he said low, commanding.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. He smoothed his hand over the side of her head, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and tilted her head to the side. He then dipped his head and ran his tongue up the length of her throat, eliciting a moan from her.

“God, Marius,” she said and grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails into his cotton-covered flesh.

“You taste good, sweet and addictive.”

She was so damn aroused, her pussy wet, her clit feeling swollen. Although they were alone, doing this out here was exciting, almost like she was living dangerously. Of course she was, she supposed.

She pushed him away an inch, but before he could say anything, she shed her clothes. She only had a T-shirt and capris on, but they’d felt so damn abrasive on her flesh. When she stood before him in only her panties and bra, he took control. Marius helped her take her underwear off by grabbing the elastic at her hips and pushing them down her legs. He then pulled the cups of her bra down so her breasts spilled out of the top. Having that item of clothing still on aroused her even more.

Holding her gaze with his, she heard him inhale deeply, as if he smelled her arousal.

“You smell so fucking good, Maya.” He lifted his hands and smoothed his fingers over her breasts, down her belly, and cupped her between her thighs with a firm hold. A gasp of pleasure left her when he slid his fingers through her slick folds, parting them. He then pushed a thick finger into her pussy hole.

Still keeping his gaze on her face, he removed his hand and brought up the cream-soaked digit. When he licked the finger clean, she felt her mouth part as heat traveled through her. Marius then lowered his hand and placed it between her thighs again, strumming her clit back and forth.

He leaned in close, so his mouth was by her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight, baby.”

Oh. My. God.

Over the last year, and especially with them being cooped in the house during the winter, she’d really grown close to Marius. He was gentle when the time called for it, let her have control when she needed it, but then there was this side of him, the side that was slightly dirty, very dominant, and needed to command. She was more than happy to give in too.

“That’s what I need,” she said in response and saw his nostrils flare from his pleasure. He moved an inch back, but only far enough away to unbutton his jeans. He pulled his dick out through the fly of his jeans and underwear, stroked himself, and moved closer.

He moved closer to her, gripped her under the ass, lifting her easily off the ground. Marius was so strong, so powerful. She felt like he’d save the world just for her. He pressed her back to the bark, and she made a sound in pleasure and pain from the rough texture.