“I want you to fuck me like you did in your office.” Her arms loosen over her legs, and she straightens beside me.
“I don’t feel like I did in my office.” I reach for her, leaning down to kiss the top of her breast. “I’ll make love to you.”
“No,” she whispers. “I want to fuck.”
My dick twitches, growing harder, but I want to take my time. I want to love her like I did when she was blindfolded, only this time I want her to see who is making her fall apart. I want to kiss every inch of her body and run my tongue along the places I know make her scream—her nipples, her stomach, her clit.
“I’m going to take my time.”
Her body stiffens and she tries to struggle out of my embrace. I only tighten my hold. Catching my cheeks, she looks straight into my eyes. “See? It’s already starting.”
God dammit. She struggles more, but now I’m pissed. “Fine. You want fucking? I’ll fuck you.”
Lifting her, I toss her back against the mattress.
“I’m not in the mood anymore.” She’s on her knees attempting to crawl out of the bed, but I catch her ankle and pull her right back. “Stop!” She shouts, trying to kick, but she’s on her stomach exposing her cute little ass. I give it a sharp slap.
“Marcus!” She squeals, trying to turn over. I hold her a moment, rubbing my palm over the red mark appearing on her skin. I’m feeling it again. My erection starts to ache, and I loosen my hold. She flips onto her back, but I’m on her just as fast.
“I said I’m not in the mood,” she pushes against me, but it’s less forceful.
Her arms are at my chest, so I catch her wrists. “Then I’ll have to get you back in the mood.”
“You can’t control me!”
Both hands are pinned over her head now, and she’s breathing rapidly, her breasts rising and falling against my bare chest. I lean down and look straight into her gorgeous eyes. “Yes, I can.”
Our mouths crash together, and she twists in my arms. My leg goes between her thighs, and she moans. I don’t need my hands for this. Making my way to my knees, I release her mouth and move lower pulling a tight nipple between my lips, nipping it with my teeth.
“Oh... stop it!” She gasps, twisting her arms, trying to get her wrists free.
“No.” My mouth moves lower, to that birthmark, and I pull it in a hard kiss, sucking and biting, marking her. “No fucking angels. You’re mine.”
“I’m not anybody’s!”
The spot flames red, and my stomach fills with hot satisfaction. I release her wrists and grab the back of her thighs, so I can dip down to do the same to her lower stomach.
“Oh, god! Stop!” Her hands are in my hair, but she’s not fighting me. She’s pulling my face closer, moaning as I suck and bite her soft skin. I pull back, and another red mark blooms right at her hipbone.
She sits up, and our faces are close. Her eyes flash, and I reach for her cheeks, pulling her mouth firmly against mine. A little whimper comes from her throat, and she scoots onto my thighs, straddling me. My erection points straight up between us, and I feel her frantically grasping me, pumping my shaft. I groan in her mouth, and she moves higher positioning me to be inside her.
She lowers, plunging my dick into her hot wetness, and we both groan loudly. She’s on her knees straddling me, rising and falling fast as she rides my cock. I reach down and grab her ass cheeks in both my hands, kneading them before I give one another hard slap. It makes her jump higher against my chest, moaning as she wraps her arms around my neck, bucking faster against my hips.
Her eyes close, and I slide a hand up her back taking a firm hold of her hair. I give it a sharp pull. “Marcus...” Her voice is a low gasp, and with one more firm pull, her insides break into convulsions around my dick.
Dropping us back on the bed, I lift her knee and drive deeper into her clenching core. She’s moaning, and I’m rocking into her harder, harder, deeper, fucking her.
Her arms go out to the sides before rising over her head and pushing against the headboard. Our skin slaps together, and I’m losing the ability to focus. Pressure burns so tight in my pelvis, I know this is going to be huge.
Three more rock hard thrusts, and I’m gone, exploding and groaning, filling her as she moans in the sheets. I have to reach out and hold the wall to steady myself. I’m shuddering and pretty sure I’ve left my body.
“Fuck, Amy. Fuck.” My forehead drops onto my arm as I hold still, buried inside her, pulsing as the aftershocks shimmer through my hips.
I’m not sure I can move, but she unwinds herself from my embrace, rising onto her knees and cupping my cheeks with both hands. Her kisses are feather-light against my mouth, and I gather her in my arms. Lowering us both onto the mattress, I hold her tight in my embrace.
“That was...” I don’t have words for how this woman makes me feel. “Something.”