He pressed his finger harder against her clit and it obliterated all her control. Her soft quakes turned to heated tremors, and her body responded with a hot flow of release. She let herself go, giving herself over to Marc and to the pleasure he was bestowing upon her. As she tumbled into an orgasm, she bent forward and ran her teeth over his shoulder. He plunged deeper as her cunt pulsed and spasmed, her body going up in a burst of flames.
“Marc…” she cried out, completely lost in the sensation.
As she called his name, her cream dripped down his shaft, bathing him in her syrupy arousal. Then suddenly he stilled his movements, his dark turbulent eyes met hers as he let himself go. She squeezed her cunt, absorbing every delicious tremor, and he released inside her.
He pulled her in tight and she melted against him. They held each other for a long time, both breathing hard and gripping one another like their lives depended on it. A moment later she inched back and met his mouth. He kissed her deep, and her arms tightened around him, holding him impossibly closer. As she found solace in his embrace, his cock still buried inside her, she gave a contented sigh, deciding she never wanted to move, never wanted to break the intimate contact.
Marc shifted his mouth from hers to her neck to her ear and whispered, “That’s one hell of a chair you got yourself here.”
Candace gave an easy laugh. “Don’t get too used to it.”
He pulled back to see her and a perplexed look came over his handsome face. “No?”
“Nope.” She nodded toward the equipment still awaiting setup. “We’ve yet to try out the swing, and then there’s the glider and the—”
His lips crashed down on hers, and her words were lost on a moan.
With that he took her again and again. Sometime throughout the night, they put the cat outside and made their way to the mattress, where he gathered her tight in his arms and covered them with a plush blanket. A wave of fulfillment and gratification came over her, but as she drifted off to sleep, one thought plagued her exhausted mind.
Marc Collins was too good to be true.
As sunlight poured into the room, Marc twisted sideways to take in the gorgeous sight before him. He sucked in a tight breath, hungering for her in ways that left him confused. He perused her naked body, his cock responding with interest. Oh fuck, he needed her again, needed her so much it left him dizzy. Needed her more than he’d ever needed anyone, or anything, in fact.
He touched her arm, trailing his hand over her silky skin. She moaned in her sleep, unconsciously rolling toward him in search of his touch, his heat.
Marc leaned forward and lightly brushed his tongue over her nipple, watching it harden and loving the way she responded to his mouth, even in sleep. Desire twisted his insides as he trailed lower, kissing and savoring her stomach and her bellybutton until he reached her pubis.
With delicious thoughts filling his mind, he eased her onto her back, inched open her thighs and climbed between. He braced a hand on either side of her hips and pressed his tongue to her pussy, brushing her clit ever so slightly and watching the way she writhed on the satin sheets.
So nice…
Blood pounded through his veins as he continued to indulge in her liquid heat. A moment later her hands raced through his hair and he darted a glance upward. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Great morning,” she murmured, looking lazy, rumpled, sexy and so damn satisfied his chest puffed with pride. She nudged his head, guiding him back down. Chuckling, he went back to tasting her sweetness, and she gave a whimper of delight in response.
He ravished her with his tongue, then slipped a finger inside. Her hips came off the mattress and he could tell by the small tremors that it wasn’t going to take much to push her over. She was already incredibly aroused.
As her fingers played through his hair she drew a shaky breath. “Marc…”
“That’s my girl.” Her body tightened and she let herself go, creaming into his hungry mouth. “Mmm.” He drank in every last drop.
When her tremors subsided, he slid up her body and hovered over her. A riot of emotions overcame him when he met her sleepy green eyes, and thought about the way she’d pushed him to let down his guard last night, to show him that he didn’t always have to be in charge.
“Thanks for last night, sweetheart.” Jesus, was that his voice? Just then he heard workers milling about outside and a wicked idea raced through his mind and brought on a tremble. It was his turn to play with her.
She smiled. “Thanks for this morning.”
“Don’t thank me just yet.” He tossed her a mischievous grin and watched one sexy brow raise with intrigue.
“Marc?”
“Up,” he demanded in a soft tone.
“What—?”
“There is something I want you to do for me.”
Her eyes lit with interest, and her warm breath washed over him. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, you see that pole over there?”
Her gaze went from his face to the pole and she gave an excited gasp.
“I need you to show me something.”
Her voice thinned to a whisper. “What’s that?”
“Well, last night you showed me how to use the chair for exercise, so now I need to see how you use that pole. After all, if I’m going to be spending time in this room, I really should know how everything works, don’t you think?”
Candace moistened her lips and her cheeks flushed pink as she slowly climbed from the mattress. “What I think is that you’re a very bad boy.” She made her way across the room, looking beautiful and naked and so alluring he nearly lost all coherent thought. As fierce possessiveness whipped through his blood, she wrapped one palm around the pole and swayed back and forth, her gorgeous breasts
