Longer than the length of my hand, his cock stands proud with skin a hair lighter than the bronze shade of his stomach. It’s warm to the touch, and as I run a curious hand down the shaft it hardens further stretching the skin taunt. Rubbing a thumb over the rounded pink tip, I giggle when Marshall shivers.
“Should have known you would tease me.”
Looking up at him from under my eyelashes I’m surprised to find him tense. His neck vein visibly pulses, and he breathes heavily.
For a moment I consider his leg as the reason for his exertion, but he removed his prosthetic before climbing into bed. He supports most of his weight with his arms, biceps bulging beside my head. The muscles of his arms and shoulders seem steady, unbothered by our position.
Testing a hypothesis, I run my hand up and down his length, watching his eyebrows scrunch and listening to his gasping breath.
Oh.
I suppose I am teasing him.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asks.
So much. A quantifiable limit does not exist.
He leans down trapping my arm between our bodies, and effectively halting my movement. His lips hover over mine, less than a breath’s width away.
“You know physics,” he whispers.
I nod, unsure of why we’re talking about physics when biology should be our primary focus at this exact moment.
“That guy who had an apple fall on his head—”
“Sir Isaac Newton,” I interrupt. “Many scientists suspect that anecdote to be a myth.”
Marshall grins.
“I hated school but even I know that third law of his.”
What an odd conversation to have—
“Oh.”
His grin widens.
“That’s right my clever girl. For every action,” he pauses to shoot a meaningful look to where my hand was teasing his cock. “There is an equal and opposite reaction.”
His words are a playful warning, and my nerve receptors light up in response.
“For every teasing touch,” he whispers against my lips. “I’m going to keep you on edge. You won’t come until I let you. Until you beg me.”
“Marshall,” I plead.
“No, clever girl. You’ve had your fun. Now I’ll have mine.”
He grips my arm, forcing it above my head, as I begin to realize just how exposed and at his mercy I truly am. Naked from head to toe, he can see every inch of my body. The freckles around my hip. The scar from a failed attempt at a self-pierced belly button. Every inch. Every flaw.
I’m helpless to cover any of it with my hands pinned above me. His eyes drift down, slowly appraising my curves. He stops at my stomach, his eyebrow raising as one side of his mouth tilts up in a wry smirk.
His lips follow the path his eyes traced. Lingering kisses steal my breath, and make desire pool low and warm in my belly. My underwear is long gone, and I can feel my arousal dripping from my core onto the bed sheets. As his lips skim the column of my neck and down to the rise of my collarbone my body only grows hotter.
Marshall takes his time. I’m eager, my body ready to take his, to satisfy this aching need, but he doesn’t give into my selfish demands. His tongue toys with my nipples. It circles the stiff points, stroking them at leisure, as the need pulsing through my core echoes to the peaks.
He touches my body one piece at a time, exploring each methodically until he’s satisfied, but I feel the ghost imprints of his fingers and hands all over. He hasn’t touched my pussy since I was over his shoulder. Hasn’t slipped a finger inside or brushed my clit. And yet…I’m already on the edge.
This man might make me come before he fucks me.
