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Authors: Ghiselle St. James
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by strong currents of desire, as he slides the material down.
My jeans make a slow, tantalizing trek over the curve of my ass, down my hips and legs, before they reach my ankles and I step out of them. The look I see in Marshall’s eyes causes me to swallow hard. It’s a look of hunger; it’s one that I relish. Without waiting he strips my panties down my legs and off. It’s almost unfair that I am completely naked and he is still clothed, but Marshall in a suit still has the same effect on me as Marshall butt-naked. He is a sexy specimen of man, clothed or not.
Spreading my legs, Marshall stares in wonder at my cleft, his hungry gaze making warmth flow through my stomach and wetness to seep between my thighs. I need him to touch me there, but this moment is so intense, so charged that I just might combust from his ravenous regard of my sex alone.
Marshall licks his lips and it is the only warning I get before he buries his mouth into my opening, poking his tongue out to find my needy clit. The touch is electric, pleasurable jolts racking through my body triggering uncontrollable shivers. To find purchase, I grab on to Marshall’s hair while he grabs my leg and throws it over his shoulder. He opens me up even further, licking, sucking, nipping…devouring.
His satisfied moans mixed with my keening ones fill the room, his ministrations prompting a crescendo that begins to grow in my abdomen. When Marshall inserts two fingers inside me, I simply detonate, screaming his name loudly and repeatedly as I grip his hair with a force meant to rip the captured strands from their roots.
I find myself on the bed, somehow, with a naked Marshall looming over me. Space and time must have short-circuited at some point and I’ve missed a few minutes of reality. Marshall stares at me, his eyes piercing and scorching me with their heat. He leans down and claims my lips in a bruising, synapse-frying kiss and when he pulls away, I know he took a part of me with that kiss. As I feel my lips tingle, I know I took a part of him too.
“I’m going to fuck you, Rachel,” Marshall rumbles, his voice clogged with desire, sending tingles right down my shivering spine to my clenched toes. “And we’re going to forget…about everything. Nothing else matters but us. Nothing else matters but this moment.”
I nod my head frantically, unable to utter a word, lest I weep. We both need this.
Marshall eases his throbbing shaft into me slowly, my moist depth accepting him. Having him inside me makes me feel whole, righted, restored. Everything disappears – all our problems, all our hang ups – and as Marshall said, nothing else matters but us and this moment.
He drives into me with much more force, setting off a series of muttered curses and passionate epithets that rip from my throat in a cloud of vocalized gratification. His movements are slow, but powerful, meaningful. In this moment I feel more than desired, I feel loved and cherished. This is not going the way I want it, but damn if I can do anything but enjoy it.
“Fuck, Rae,” Marshall groans when I clench my vaginal muscles. “It’s always so good, so fucking good.”
I whimper at his worshipful words, raking my nails down his back. I accept his owning of my body, his owning of my pleasure, because I own him as well. Try as I might to deny the pull, to deny what I’ve known since I was sixteen years old, I can’t. This man is the other half of me. Too bad I won’t allow this to go any further.
“Jesus, your pussy is so warm and wet,” he mutters. “My cock is sliding in and out so easily. I bet no man has ever made you drip like this.”
I bite my lip not wanting to confirm what he already knows is true. Instead, I bring my hand up to his neck and lower his head to mine so our lips can touch. No more words is what I wish to accomplish with that move. His words have always been my undoing, and I refuse to give into the feelings his words now try to elicit in me. His
My jeans make a slow, tantalizing trek over the curve of my ass, down my hips and legs, before they reach my ankles and I step out of them. The look I see in Marshall’s eyes causes me to swallow hard. It’s a look of hunger; it’s one that I relish. Without waiting he strips my panties down my legs and off. It’s almost unfair that I am completely naked and he is still clothed, but Marshall in a suit still has the same effect on me as Marshall butt-naked. He is a sexy specimen of man, clothed or not.
Spreading my legs, Marshall stares in wonder at my cleft, his hungry gaze making warmth flow through my stomach and wetness to seep between my thighs. I need him to touch me there, but this moment is so intense, so charged that I just might combust from his ravenous regard of my sex alone.
Marshall licks his lips and it is the only warning I get before he buries his mouth into my opening, poking his tongue out to find my needy clit. The touch is electric, pleasurable jolts racking through my body triggering uncontrollable shivers. To find purchase, I grab on to Marshall’s hair while he grabs my leg and throws it over his shoulder. He opens me up even further, licking, sucking, nipping…devouring.
His satisfied moans mixed with my keening ones fill the room, his ministrations prompting a crescendo that begins to grow in my abdomen. When Marshall inserts two fingers inside me, I simply detonate, screaming his name loudly and repeatedly as I grip his hair with a force meant to rip the captured strands from their roots.
I find myself on the bed, somehow, with a naked Marshall looming over me. Space and time must have short-circuited at some point and I’ve missed a few minutes of reality. Marshall stares at me, his eyes piercing and scorching me with their heat. He leans down and claims my lips in a bruising, synapse-frying kiss and when he pulls away, I know he took a part of me with that kiss. As I feel my lips tingle, I know I took a part of him too.
“I’m going to fuck you, Rachel,” Marshall rumbles, his voice clogged with desire, sending tingles right down my shivering spine to my clenched toes. “And we’re going to forget…about everything. Nothing else matters but us. Nothing else matters but this moment.”
I nod my head frantically, unable to utter a word, lest I weep. We both need this.
Marshall eases his throbbing shaft into me slowly, my moist depth accepting him. Having him inside me makes me feel whole, righted, restored. Everything disappears – all our problems, all our hang ups – and as Marshall said, nothing else matters but us and this moment.
He drives into me with much more force, setting off a series of muttered curses and passionate epithets that rip from my throat in a cloud of vocalized gratification. His movements are slow, but powerful, meaningful. In this moment I feel more than desired, I feel loved and cherished. This is not going the way I want it, but damn if I can do anything but enjoy it.
“Fuck, Rae,” Marshall groans when I clench my vaginal muscles. “It’s always so good, so fucking good.”
I whimper at his worshipful words, raking my nails down his back. I accept his owning of my body, his owning of my pleasure, because I own him as well. Try as I might to deny the pull, to deny what I’ve known since I was sixteen years old, I can’t. This man is the other half of me. Too bad I won’t allow this to go any further.
“Jesus, your pussy is so warm and wet,” he mutters. “My cock is sliding in and out so easily. I bet no man has ever made you drip like this.”
I bite my lip not wanting to confirm what he already knows is true. Instead, I bring my hand up to his neck and lower his head to mine so our lips can touch. No more words is what I wish to accomplish with that move. His words have always been my undoing, and I refuse to give into the feelings his words now try to elicit in me. His
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