Body of Evidence (Marcus Douglas 2)

All at once, Marcus began to move faster and Panthea quickened her pace to match his. She could feel Marcus expanding inside. When his eyes and mouth opened wide and his body became rigid, Panthea began rocking her hips furiously, pounding her body into his until she had taken it all from him.

Marcus rolled off of her and lay flat on his back, spent, out of breath and smiling from ear to ear. Panthea sat up in the bed quickly and took Marcus into her mouth. She teased his head with her tongue, and then slowly worked her way down. Panthea’s lips and tongue were soft and wet. If she had any teeth, Marcus never felt them. As he got harder, Panthea relaxed the muscles in her throat so she could take more of him into her mouth. She used the roof of her mouth to apply a little pressure on his shaft.

Once Marcus was hard again, Panthea straddled his body and lower herself into him. “My turn,” Panthea said and slowly began to move her hips from side to side. Marcus was in ecstasy as Panthea sucked his nipples while she moved up and down on his erection.

Panthea sat up and placed her hands on his legs, and then her feet on the bed. Marcus stared into Panthea’s eyes while she moved up and down effortlessly. “I like how you feel inside me,” she proclaimed and ran her fingers through her hair. “You fill me up.”

Excited by her words, Marcus arched his back and pushed himself as deep and as hard into her as he could. The force of his thrusts knocked Panthea forward. She collapsed on his chest, but didn’t stop moving. Marcus kissed her passionately until Panthea grabbed the back of his head and forced a nipple into his mouth. Marcus licked and sucked her nipple and continued to push himself inside Panthea with everything he had. Now it was Panthea whose head drifted back with her mouth open and eyes wide as she screamed, “AAAAAAAHHHH!”

For the next hour or so, the lovers snuggled close to one another and drifted in and out of sleep. In between, they shared long wet kisses and explored the others body with their hands.

“I’m hungry, Marcus,” Panthea said.

“I am too,” Marcus replied and rolled on top of her. He began kissing her neck and had worked his way down to her navel, when Panthea stopped him.

“I wanna eat, Marcus.”

“I do too.”

“Food, Marcus. I’m hungry for food, and I wanna eat. You don’t think you can just ravage me all morning and not feed me. Come on, baby, and get up from there. Let’s go get something to eat.”

Reluctantly, and with a promise of more to come later, Marcus got out of bed and Panthea followed him to the shower. While they were in the shower, the pair kissed, fondled and bathed the other, but soon Panthea insisted that they had to get ready to go.

Marcus got dressed and Panthea put on the jean mini skirt she had bought the day before while they were shopping at Walmart. “I’m ready,” Panthea said and started walking toward the door.

Marcus got up from the bed and followed her. On the way out of the room, Panthea dropped a tube of lipstick out of her purse. When she bent over to pick it up, Marcus noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. The site of her bent over in those pumps was too much for Marcus to bear without taking action. He immediately dropped his pants and took her from behind.

As he moved in and out of her, Marcus noticed the tattoo on Panthea’s left butt cheek. It was a tattoo of a naked woman on her knees with wings on her back. The woman even looked a little like Panthea.

Once they had cleaned up and fixed their clothes, Marcus and Panthea left the room and headed for breakfast. While they drove to the restaurant, Marcus noticed that Panthea appeared nervous. “What’s wrong?”

“Where are we going?”

“To a little place I know. They serve food there. You’ll like it, trust me,” Marcus assured.

“How much further is it?” Panthea needed to know.

“Not much. We’ll be there soon. You must really be hungry.”

“I am,” Panthea said and looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was eleven-fifteen. “I would like to have breakfast before noon. It’s something I’m very particular about. Breakfast should be eaten before noon.”

“I agree wholeheartedly, but if not, we’ll just have lunch,” Marcus replied casually.

“You don’t understand, Marcus. I have to have breakfast before noon.”

Marcus looked at Panthea strangely, and made light of it for a minute, but once he realized how serious she was, he drove a little faster and arrived at their destination at eleven thirty. The waitress placed their food on the table at eleven forty-five. Panthea finished her meal and put down her fork at exactly eleven fifty-eight.

Once they left the restaurant, Panthea told Marcus that since she had never been to Savannah before and with her future being rather uncertain, that she wanted to take a tour of the city.

“Before I go on trial, I’d like to see as many places as I can. And I wanna see them with you.”

“I wanna see them with you too.”

At that point, Marcus was hooked on Panthea. He was willing to go anywhere she wanted, do anything she wanted.

Panthea searched the car and found the tourist magazine that they had gotten the day before. She flipped through the pages until she found the place where tours of the city were leaving from and they were on their way. Once all the passengers were seated comfortably on the tour bus, the guide began his presentation.