“What took you so long?” he asked as his mouth cupped hers.
Marcus’s tongue attacked hers with fury. Panthea was dripping wet before water even touched her skin. After that kiss, she could feel the river flowing between her thighs, and she just wanted him to end her sweet torture.
Marcus’s powerful hands slid from her breasts to her hips to her ass and back up to her breasts again. He squeezed them like they deserved firm handling, and only he could see that they got what they deserved what she needed.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment,” he muttered.
Panthea was astonished at the ease with which she submitted to his affection. She felt hungry, near desperation for more from him.
When he lowered his head and took her nipple between his teeth, sending an electric sensation rushing through her veins, she was about ready to climb the marble walls.
“Oh God,” she cried. “Oh God—yes!”
He kissed her again, nibbled her chin, and sucked her neck all the while adding pressure to the grip that held her breasts. Panthea couldn’t remember a time she’d been so hot and wanting.
When he forced her legs open with one of his and pinned her up against the shower wall, she begged for the moment to never end. And when he used his finger to dip inside her, she wanted to bypass the rest of their foreplay and jump his bones immediately. She wanted to feel him inside her in the worse way possible. Marcus stroked her hard with his finger, but she liked it, Panthea wanted even more.
Panthea closed her eyes and felt herself tremble as he eased that penetrating finger in and out of her. She bit her bottom lip to stop from screaming.
“You feel so good,” he told her and slid in another finger.
When he finished talking, she attacked his tongue the way he’d done hers and the frenzy started all over again. Marcus cupped her thighs and lifted her off her feet. Before she could catch her breath, he thrust himself into her and swore he had found the bomb.
Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat, her mouth was open and she tried to will her muscles to tighten its firm grip on him.
“So big, so hard—” Panthea managed as Marcus pushed himself deeper inside her.
Panthea clawed at his neck and back, kissed and sucked his neck and prayed this moment would last forever.
She rocked her hips, moving her body into his as much as she could from her spot up against the wall. As the water pricked their skin, their bodies joined, mixed and intertwined. Marcus bent his legs and pumped harder.
“Yes, Marcus! Yeeesss!”
Marcus could swear he felt her juices overflow. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. When he saw her satisfaction, he allowed her to hop down, but Panthea was far from done. With the water still running and the steam competing with the heat they both felt, she dropped to her knees and took his length into her mouth. She had to fight the urge to attempt to swallow him whole. Before losing his balance, he steadied himself on the wall and marveled at her skills.
“You are so—damn!”
Panthea wanted to be free with him. She wanted to love him like they belonged together, like there would be no one to answer to and until neither could handle another stroke.
When she felt his excitement fill her mouth, she eased back to see the look across his face.
“Was it good for you?” Marcus asked finally finding his voice.
“Better than I could hope for,” she confirmed with a grand smile.
13
As he always did, Marcus woke up early the following morning. He looked over at Panthea, and marveled at the shape of her hip under the cover. All he could think about their early morning activities was, wow! When Panthea told him on their first date that she was a very physical woman it was an understatement. Panthea was the most incredibly sexual woman he’d ever met. Just thinking about her aroused him.
Marcus stuck his hand under the covers and ran his hand along Panthea’s body. He began kissing her back until she started to stir.
Panthea rolled on her back, and Marcus sat up in the bed. Without a word, Marcus spread Panthea’s legs and moved in between her thighs. Panthea stretched and Marcus entered her slowly and gently. Once his entire length was inside her, Marcus said, “Good morning, Panthea.”
“Good—morning,” Panthea offered, quickly wrapping her arms and legs around Marcus.
He kept his pace slow and constant as he slid in and out of her. Marcus wanted to feel every sensation, every nuance that Panthea’s warmth had to offer him.
As Marcus continued to stroke her, Panthea planted kisses across his neck and chest. She loved the way he felt inside her. Last night, he had made love to her body the way she wanted him to, the way she needed him to, the way she had to have it. Her mind drifted to Scott and the early days of their now failed relationship. He used to love her body the way Marcus was doing at that very moment. Panthea quickly dismissed those thoughts and focused on the pleasure that Marcus was giving her.