With single-minded determination, she made one more pass with her tongue, escalating his tension. A moment later his entire body tightened and he groaned. “Oh, Christ.”
His cock tightened and contracted, then he erupted and Candace opened her mouth to drink in his salty sweetness. She stayed there for a long time, lapping up every last drop. Once he stopped spasming, she glanced up at him.
“Candace, sweetheart. Come here.” The urgency and emotion in his voice made her tremble.
She slid up the chair until she was positioned over him. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she leaned forward, her breasts pressed against his moist chest. He drew her mouth to his, which brought them to an even deeper level of intimacy. His kiss was so full of emotion and tenderness it was all she could do to keep herself together. He lifted her higher and took one nipple into his mouth. As he laved her tight bud, he gripped her hips and moved them back and forth, rubbing her clit over his stomach, preparing her for him. She swallowed the lump in her throat, loving the way he was prepping her, concerned about her needs.
When he groaned, she reached behind her and touched his cock, excited to find it swollen and ready to go again. She inched away, needing him inside her more than she needed air, but he gripped her hips tighter and held her still.
Concerned eyes met hers. “You’re not ready for me.”
He slipped a hand between their bodies and brushed his thumb over her clit, his touch more emotional than physical. God, she couldn’t believe how considerate he was. Honestly, he was too good to be true.
When his finger met with her drenched pussy, a moan of need sounded in her throat, and she threw her head back. He grinned, his soft chuckle washing over her. “So it seems you are ready.” Then the smile fell from his mouth and something flitted over his face, something like pride, and he pitched his voice low. “I like how wet you get for me.”
Frantic to feel him inside her, she tried to shimmy lower, but he held her and spoke in whispered words full of need. “Candace, sweetheart, slow down. We need a condom.”
Cripes, she’d been so far gone, she hadn’t stopped to consider it. “I don’t—”
His cock probed her opening and he clenched his jaw. “I do, but my wallet is in the van.”
Just then a noise on the windowsill gained their attention and they both turned. Abra jumped from his perch, and a box of condoms seemed to magically appear on the window shelf.
“When. How?” they said in unison.
Candace shook her head, perplexed at the oddness of it all but thankful for small miracles. “I don’t know. But right now, I don’t care.” She climbed from the chair, crossed the room and grabbed the box of condoms. She removed one from the package, and as she placed it on the crown of his gorgeous cock, he never took his eyes off her, and his hands roamed her flesh, like he needed the intimate contact at all times. Once she completed sheathing him, she slid her leg around his waist, to position herself over his shaft. With her feet planted on the floor, she lowered herself, and his cock probed her pussy.
His fingers bit into her hips, and the passion that grew in his eyes nearly stopped her heart. She loved that he wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him. She bent forward and brushed her lips over his, the position of the chair enhancing intimacy between partners.
Abra purred and Marc asked in broken words, “Uh…Candace. Should we…put the cat out?”
“Yes,” she whispered with effort, then sank down onto his cock, all thought of Abra forgotten.
Every ounce of bottled-up lust she had came rushing to the surface, and her need for Marc grew to insurmountable portions. She began bucking against him, riding him hard. His hands went to her nipples, where the soft pads of his thumbs circled her areolas. He spent a long time pleasuring her breasts before his big hands spanned her waist and held her tight.
Engulfed in desire, she pressed her palms to his chest and lifted herself up and down, up and down, driving his cock all the way inside her and reveling in the way his girth pressed against her walls and stroked the tiny bundle of nerves that made her delirious with want.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough, and when he bent forward to run his tongue over her nipples, a shudder overtook her. She gave a broken gasp and gripped his shoulders, bringing them chest to chest.
The rich scent of lovemaking curled around them, and Marc growled, his mouth finding hers. As he impaled her with his tongue, he cupped her buttocks and squeezed. Then his hand slipped around to the front where he stroked her with expertise. He parted her lips and sinuously circled her clit. Slow, torturous circles that nearly drove her mad with need. The man sure knew how to prolong a seduction.
As she shivered under his touch, she angled her body for deeper thrusts and her flesh moistened from the stab of pleasure. Her nails bit into his skin, and she pumped harder, her sex muscles tightening.
His eyes caressed hers with sultry heat. His gaze was dark, intense and unguarded. “Candace, baby. That’s it, sweetheart, come for me,” Marc encouraged, so in tune with her body and her every desire as he let down his shields and gave himself over to the pleasure.
She gave a throaty purr as a fine
