"Look at me," he said gently, and I forced myself to open my eyes. His were heated with desire. It was a heady feeling.
I propped myself up on my elbows again.
He licked his lips. "I want to taste you."
I nodded, sensing he needed my go-ahead. "Yes."
He growled as he lowered his head, my thighs trembling in anticipation. A lovely side effect of his beard was the slight abrasions on my thighs. It only heightened my desire. He cupped my ass, lifting my hips so that he could feast on me.
I let my head fall back, forgetting his demand that I watch him, and gave into the feel of his tongue and hands on me.
He bit my clit slightly, and I lifted my head, watching him under lowered eyelashes. He was determined to make me lose control.
When my arms shook from the effort of holding myself up, I collapsed on the comforter. He used a finger to enter me, and I exploded from the inside out. Shockwaves of pleasure shot through me, and my pussy spasmed around his fingers.
He sucked on my clit, prolonging the waves of pleasure. I threw an arm over my forehead, confident I couldn't take anymore.
I'd allowed Marshall back into my life in a spectacular way. There wouldn't be any going back from this. I couldn't pretend we were just roommates anymore.
Chapter Eleven
Marshall
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and moved up her body. She was pliant on the bed beneath me, beautifully flushed. She was gorgeous all the time but especially after an orgasm.
I thought being with her would feel familiar or come with a lot of memories. But it was new and exciting. Our bodies looked different, and our heads were in different places. We weren't teens exploring our sexuality; we were adults who knew exactly how to make each other feel good.
We knew what we wanted and how to get it. We didn't need guidance or instruction. We gave into our desires, and it was the best feeling. But I wasn't done with her.
I braced my hands on either side of her head. She appeared to be lost in a state of euphoria. I dropped my head and kissed her, wanting her to taste her essence on my lips.
She moaned, and I knew she was enjoying it.
I reached over to the nightstand where I'd hidden a box of condoms weeks ago for this very scenario. I didn't want to assume it would happen, but I wanted to be prepared. The next time I had a child, I wanted to be in a committed relationship.
And no matter how much I enjoyed being around Saylor, this relationship had an end date. The end of summer would trigger everything. Hayden would live with her mother. Saylor would go to Jacksonville. But I wouldn't think about that. Not when I had a gorgeous woman whose hands were running over my heated skin.
"Marshall—"
"You want me?" I asked as I rested on my heels and smoothed the rubber over my aching dick.
"Yes."
I positioned myself between her legs, holding the base of my cock so that the tip pressed against her entrance. There was no turning back now. I eased inside, the pleasure so intense, tingles shot down my legs.
She grabbed my ass, urging me to press deeper.
I was helpless to deny her. I braced my hands on either side of her shoulders again, easing inside in a slow, tortuous pace. I didn't want to deny either of us pleasure, but I wanted to draw it out. Enjoy every second of this.
Her nails bit into my skin, and I bottomed out. The pleasure so intense I gave into my desire to move. I pulled out to the tip and thrust deep.
With each pass, she whimpered, and I nearly lost all semblance of control. Being with Saylor was different than anyone else. We had a connection that was forged as teenagers.
Now we were adults, more knowledgeable about giving and receiving pleasure. The combination was dangerous. How could I go back to any other relationship after experiencing this?
I didn't want to think about any of that now. There was just her and me on this bed, time suspended around us. I wanted to see her, so I flipped us so that she was on top.
Her hands immediately dropped to my chest as she began moving slowly. Lifting herself up and then down again, swallowing my length.
