Page 186 of Checkmate
Waving goodbye, Angus disappeared as quickly as he arrived. With his departure, it was back to celebrations. The crew moved towards them with party poppers and an enormous glass of something bubbly.
Confetti covered them in seconds as a cheer went around the crew. Marcus clinked his glass with hers, a sparkle in his eyes, a silent promise of a more private celebration to come.
Giddy, Erica drank and enjoyed the festivities, counting the minutes until they could be alone.
“I love you,” Marcus whispered as his body moved against hers. Every part of them touched, with her legs wrapped around his waist. She dragged her nails down his back while he peppered kisses down her neck. Thrusting inside her, his hands moved firmly down her side until he could grab her thighs.
“I love you so much that life before you seems like a distant memory. His movements were slow. Each thrust was deliberate. Made to build into a crescendo, sending her to dizzying pleasure.
There was nothing rushed about their lovemaking. That had happened earlier as they fucked on the stairs. Now, in the still of the night, it was as though only the two of them existed. Their heavy breathing and quiet moans disturbed an otherwise silent room as they moved in harmony together.
Erica couldn’t help the sting of emotion in the back of her throat. There had never been a more perfect moment than this, she was sure.
It wasn’t an especially important day, nor was the moment itself very memorable. Given the lifetimes of moments she planned to share with him, making love on this occasion would no doubt fade into a sea of similar memories. But now, no one else existed. Marcus whispered words of love into her ear while he held her like she was the most precious thing to him. There had never been a more perfect moment.
“I love you too,” she whispered back. She wound her fingers into his hair and let the strands tease her skin. Her nipples brushed against his chest as she moaned his name heatedly. His teeth grazed her ear as his hand snaked between their writhing bodies. It trailed through the patch of hair at the junction of her thighs. Brushing his fingers against her clit, he nipped her earlobe, growling into her ear. Chills raced across her body as she lifted her hips to him, offering herself to him.
“I want to own every part of you,” he growled. She had heard these words before. Marcus could be a very possessive man when he wanted to be. But this time, the words hit differently.
“You already do,” she promised, pulling him to her and meeting his lips for the sweetest of kisses.
Pouring everything she felt into that kiss, she tightened her legs around him, encouraging him to move faster. The time for sweetness had gone. Now passion had gripped her, and all she wanted was to have him possess her, consume her and send her into the abyss.
She parted her lips as he deepened the kiss, tugging on his hair in silent encouragement. Moving his fingers faster, he circled her clit, forcing her hips to lock as he found the perfect spot.
She dared not move as she let him do what he did best, her thighs tensing with the building pressure in the pit of her stomach.
“Wait for me,” he warned, murmuring against her lips. She groaned in frustration, even as her stomach flipped with the command. She loved when he took control of her pleasure and let her know just how well he knew her body.
He angled his hips until he hit the deepest part inside her. She threw her head back, breaking the kiss as she cried out his name.
“Right there,” she begged. “Please don’t stop, Marcus.”
His head dipped, burying his face against her shoulder. He moved harder until all she could focus on was his thick cock and how incredible it made her feel.
“Please,” she whimpered as she felt herself tighten, her eyes rolling back.
“Not yet,” he demanded, moving his fingers faster. She groaned in pleasure and frustration. He was pushing her limits. Testing her. Raking her nails down his back, she grabbed his backside, pulling him into her.
“Please cum, Marcus,” she pleaded. “Cum with me and fill my pussy. I need you.”
Marcus growled his approval, slamming himself inside her. Biting into her shoulder, his fingers were almost a blur on her clit. Pleasure radiated throughout her body until she could no longer hold back.
Screaming his name, her climax ripped through her, exquisite pleasure racing around her body until she could feel it at her fingertips. Her heart raced as warmth and wetness released between her thighs. With a satisfied groan, Marcus joined her in another perfect moment of sheer pleasure.
Slumping against the mattress, her muscles finally relaxed, the grip on his backside loosening. Her arms flopped to her sides as she twisted her head from side to side to cool her flaming cheeks.
“I love making you do that,” Marcus said as he pulled out of her, nudging her out of the way of the wet patch they had left and taking her space. “You always sound so fucking sexy.”
“And you’re so good at it,” she said, kissing his cheek. “That was incredible.”
“You’re incredible.” Pulling her closer, she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart racing. “I fucking love you, Erica.”
“I love you too.”
Nothing more needed to be said, even though her mind raced with a million things she wanted to say.
If time was on her side, and her eyelids weren’t so heavy, she would tell him how much he had changed her life for the better. He had never allowed her to succumb to the grief that was the end of her marriage. Instead, he had filled her life with fun and laughter. Purpose and meaning.
