Lyra’s hands dug into my hair, holding me close to her as she rocked her hips even more against my thumb. It wasn’t enough. I needed to see her too. I knew I could make her come just like this, but I needed more.
With a frustrated growl, I pulled my hand from her panties and ripped my lips off her nipple. She groaned in frustration, trying to pull me back. Her insistence made me chuckle. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m coming back.”
But first, she needed to be wearing a lot less clothing. I reached for the hem of her T-shirt, gently easing it up, and she urged me along by raising her arms, helping me to get it off.
When she was bare to me, I saw that her bra was this mint green, lace, half-cup situation that barely covered her tits. A hint of dusky cinnamon nipple peeked out, taunting me, and I muttered a curse. “Bloody hell, God is a woman, and she’s a fucking tease.”
Lyra’s eyes had been searching mine, but my low, husky words seemed to make her smile. I wasn’t really paying attention to her smile at that moment, even though I knew how brilliant it was. I couldn’t quite tear my eyes off the prize. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
She reached behind herself, unclasping her bra and letting it fall off of her shoulders.
I stared. That was the only way it could be explained. All higher brain functioning was lost, all blood having vacated to the organ that needed it the most. My dick. High and firm, peaked with cinnamon-tipped nipples, her tits were my new obsession.
My hands slid up her ribcage until I palmed both breasts, squeezing gently until she moaned as I murmured, “Your skin is so fucking sensational.” Or at least I think I said something to that effect. I was too distracted. My thumbs rolled over her nipples as I watched her reaction closely, ferreting out what she liked and what she didn’t like.
And because I couldn’t help myself, I leaned forward again, this time wrapping my lips around her sweet flesh. Then I groaned, the sound low and guttural and completely primal. It felt like someone had struck my dick with lightning.
“Oh my God, Marcus.”
A harsh laugh tore out of my chest.
“Okay, love,” I murmured. “I’ll keep going.”
I wanted to leave no stone unturned, no part of her skin unexplored. I worshipped both breasts, from the pebbled peaks to the sensitive full curve underneath, and I took my time. Used my tongue, teasing those pretty tips, occasionally scraping them with my teeth. Lyra started to thrash, and I held her steady. Her hands left my hair, and she began tugging at my shirt.
I dragged it up my back to oblige but then realized I was going to have to let go of her nipple to get the damn thing off.
With a frustrated growl, I released her, making a smacking sound.
As soon as my shirt was off, her hands began rolling over my muscles, my shoulders, my pecs, all the while riding over the one organ she wanted most. “Lyra, you’re going to have to stop grinding on me, or I’m going to blow inside my jeans. I really don’t want that, and I think you’re not going to enjoy that either.”
“I want to see you lose control.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m riding the edge with you right now.” How could she not see how badly I was shaking? How could she not understand how desperate I was?
“Marcus, please.”
She wanted to see me lose control. She wanted me to let go. “Lyra—”
Her hands caressed my face. “Just let go. You’re safe with me.”
How could she have known how desperately I needed those gentle words? I met her gaze to understand the truth of what she was saying to me.
And for the first time in three years, I loosened the reins of my control.
Lyra
It was almost as if Marcus had been waiting for permission to lose control. He changed our positions so that he was laying over me but shifted most of his weight to the side so he wouldn’t crush me. Then he let out a whoosh of air.
The man who had been so gentle and delicate and careful with me now wasted no time. He shoved a hand in my hair, tugging my head back while gently forcing me to arch my back and put my breasts on display for him.
With a feral growl, he wrapped his lips around one and sucked. Hard. The motion sent shockwaves of need and pinpricks of aching desire straight to my sex. Before, his lips had been teasing, but this time he meant business. As I lay under him, squirming, he laid loving siege to both breasts, licking them, sucking them, teasing them with his teeth, making me squirm and beg.
“Oh my God, Marcus.” My hips rose with the need to be touched. “Please. I just need—”
Against my breasts, he mumbled, “Oh, I know what you need.”
Those six words had my panties completely soaked. He knew, all right. With his mouth busy, his one free hand slid down my torso and back to the edge of my panties, dipping his fingers in and finding the slick button he was more than a little acquainted with now.
My hips bucked. As he sucked on my nipples, he slid two fingers deep inside me, and I gasped. “Holy shit.”
If I didn’t know better, I would swear the man chuckled. But I was too preoccupied with the delicious things his fingers were doing to me as his thumb circled my clit and his mouth sucked on me and his hand gently fisted in my hair. Marcus Black meant business.
I could feel it coming, the impending orgasm, the electricity crackling up my spine and making me start to shake. Marcus just kept up the
