“You are so damned beautiful,” he rasped and descended slowly, crouching down on the bed until he knelt between her legs. He spread her thighs wide, and she grew wetter seeing his intent gaze.
“You don’t have to—” She lost all thought when his mouth covered her sex and his tongue shot forth, tracing her labia and finding her clit with ease.
He licked and stroked until she was completely wet and moaning, her hands twisted in the bed. If he didn’t slow down, she was going to come and come hard. She had never been so turned on in her life. She tried to squirm away from his touch, to ease the sensation when his hands trapped her thighs, holding her still.
“No,” he ordered roughly, and she glanced down her body to see his eyes glittering with barely suppressed need. “Take it, Tessa, take what I can give you.”
She opened her mouth to reply when his mouth found her once again. This time he added a large finger, plunging it inside her wet sheath as he clamped his mouth over her clit.
She gasped his name and arched into his kiss, her hips following his lead, unable to stop the need for more. “Please, Marcus, please,” she cried as her climax sailed closer.
His finger quickened, plunging deeper and harder as his mouth did the same. He nipped at her clit and thrust a second digit into her and she saw stars. Crying out his name, she shuddered and spasmed, her body raining pleasure, a deluge of rapture so intense she felt every beat of her heart as it thundered within her breast.
Before she could calm down, he was over her and in her, and the feel of his massive cock flared her frazzled nerve endings, rekindling her desire with a startling rush.
He said something lyrical as he thrust inside her, his shaft growing harder and larger as he pummelled. She was slick, accommodating him easily, yet she still felt stretched. Not painfully so, but her womb felt full, completely gloving him.
“Tessa, yes,” he said in a guttural voice, nearing fulfilment.
Another few thrusts and Tessa came again, the lighting speed of her climax stunning her into a breathless gasp.
He rode her hard, and his chest continued to brush her sensitive nipples, driving her further into mindless ecstasy.
Then suddenly he stiffened, and she actually felt him convulse inside her. On and on he tensed as he shot into her, moaning her name feverishly.
Trying to regain her breath, she felt completely astounded at the absolute, out of this world rapture she’d experienced not once, but twice and both occurrences within moments of one another. Blinking hard, she stared into the taut face above her, entranced at the passion lining Marcus’ cobalt eyes, half-closed and sleepy with pleasure.
He grinned down at her, a heart-stopping smile that made her toes curl. “I knew you’d be good, but you damn near killed me.”
She blushed and couldn’t help smiling back. He made her feel so good, so special. Warmth surged in his voice, affection and something magical swimming in his gaze. Here was a seducer who could easily conquer anyone with a pulse. And regularly did. The thought took away some of her afterglow, but as if he could sense her troubled thoughts, he shook his head and leaned down to kiss her tenderly.
“No more worries for tonight, Tessa. Let’s enjoy the peace of safety and being together. There’s time enough for trouble tomorrow.” He chanced a look at his alarm clock and groaned. “Or should I say, later today?”
She yawned, her body in complete agreement. “Good point.” Regrets could wait. Tonight she would bask in pure sexual satisfaction. Before she could ask where he wanted her to sleep, he withdrew from her body and lay down beside her. He smoothly shifted her onto her side and spooned her with his large frame.
They fit like two perfect pieces to a puzzle, she thought drowsily and yawned again. “We fit,” she murmured and snuggled back into his warmth.
“Just like a lock and key,” he whispered and kissed her neck.
She had just begun to drift off and thought he’d done the same, when he pulled her closer and nuzzled her ear. “Hmm,” he breathed, and she relaxed when he murmured something else, something she instinctively knew was important. As her mind wandered into dream, she promised herself to ask him about it when they woke.
Marcus moved closer to the source of softness cushioning his growing erection. He’d been having the most erotic dream about Tessa, only to wake and find her still in his bed. He inhaled the sexy scent of perfume and woman at the crook of her neck and wrapped a strand of silken, auburn hair around his finger.
She murmured softly in her sleep and wriggled closer. He closed his eyes again, relishing the feel of her naked flesh. She was so damned gorgeous, so sensual. And all his—at least for the time being, he hastily reminded himself.
He should have been satisfied from their loving earlier, but he couldn’t seem to get enough of Tessa Sheridan. Not bothering to dwell on his fascination, he decided only a fool would ignore what Tessa offered, even innocently in sleep.
Shifting his hand from her hip, he traced the sleek contour of her belly, arousing himself further by rubbing his heavy cock between her soft cheeks. She murmured and stretched, taunting him with subtle approval.
Wanting to experience it all, he opened his eyes and watched the light of day caress Tessa’s honeyed skin. Such creamy purity on a woman with enough sexuality to bespell a prince, he thought wryly, moving his hand towards the apex of her thighs.
Ah, but such magic. She was already moist and needy. He fingered her ripe clit, full and begging for pleasure. And as he touched her, he spread her thighs wider and repositioned his cock between her legs.
He found this position on his side a tad awkward, but definitely interesting. As he angled her leg over his, widening her entry, he sensed her gradual awareness.
“Marcus?” she asked in a throaty voice. “What are you doing?”
He pushed slowly inside her, sliding through the slick, narrow walls of her sex and found perfection. “I’m waiting for you to cry out when you come.” He began pistoning, pulling her hips back to meet his controlled thrusts. “You’re so wet, Tessa,” he rasped, tightening his hands on her hips.
“And you’re so hard,” she said huskily, reaching behind her to fondle his ass.
Her fingers amplified his lust, making the urge to come swell uncomfortably near.
Reaching around her, he fondled her clit, thumbing her until she jolted against him, out of control and breathing hard.
“Marcus,” she moaned and drenched him with a flood of desire.
Her clenching pussy pulled him deeper, until he too felt the stirrings of orgasm. An invisible push sent his cock deeper into her, and he couldn’t delay it any longer. With a grateful groan, he sank into her heat and emptied himself, pulsing with the beat of her heart. She continued to contract, stimulating him so that he literally saw stars as he came.
When next he could function, he kissed Tessa softly on the shoulder. She shivered and he chuckled. “You are so sexy,” he murmured, unable to stop touching her. He remained within her, not yet willing to part from her liquid warmth.
She tightened her walls around him and he sighed with regret, not wanting to face the world waiting for them. He’d much rather make love to Tessa through tomorrow.
“We have to get up,” he apologised as he withdrew and left the bed. Coming around to face her, he noted her flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes, and something in his heart gave.
Startled, he took a step forward and looked harder, as if to see what it was about her that was so different from the other women he’d met.