Page 191 of Checkmate
Carrying her to the living room, Marcus lowered her onto the sofa, holding himself above her. His eyes roamed her body briefly before settling on her face, smiling softly.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. His head swooped, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. She sank into the sofa cushions, pulling him over her until he could settle between her legs. Heat radiated from his body as they kissed. His hands roamed her body in quick, purposeful caresses. Her back arched towards him as she offered herself to him.
He pulled her clothes off slowly, taking his time to kiss every inch of her skin as he revealed it. Her body felt chills. Her nipples tightened in anticipation of his touch.
Her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue flicked across the hardened bud before sucking it between his lips. His teeth grazed against her, holding her nipple as his tongue lavished attention against it.
Her groan filled the empty room, her fingers winding in his hair and holding him against her breast. All too soon, he released her nipple, only to give the same attention to the second, his fingers skimming across her waist and down across her hip.
“Marcus!” She breathed, tugging on his hair as she looked up at him. With one last tug on her nipple, he released her. He trailed kisses across her stomach before his lips brushed through the hair at the junction of her thighs. “Oh, Marcus!”
Separating her lips, he looked up at her from beneath his lashes as his tongue swept along her slit, swooping across her clit. She creased her forehead in pleasure as her head fell back, grabbing the back of the sofa.
In all their time together, Marcus had learned every inch of her body, and now she couldn’t imagine anyone eating her pussy better than he did. His tongue worked its magic against her clit, quick darting licks swapped for long and slow sweeps. His fingers scratched at her inner thighs, encouraging her to part her legs wider until she had completely spread herself for him.
“You’re delicious,” he murmured. His hands moved under her, grabbing her backside and pulling her tighter against his face as he buried himself against her.
Gripping the sofa cushions, she surrendered herself to him, trusting him to get her to where she wanted to be. Within minutes, the familiar warmth filled her stomach. Starting as a tight knot of pleasure, it soon exploded, sending waves of ecstasy through her body.
She cried his name as his fingers pushed inside her writhing body, his tongue relentless against her clit. Her orgasm barely had time to end before he pushed her towards her second. Her pussy gripped his fingers as they flicked her deepest spots.
“Fuck, Marcus! Don’t stop!”
Never one to disappoint her, his fingers moved faster, keeping the same intense pressure against the perfect spot while his tongue swirled around her clit, sending her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
“I’m going to cum!” She warned him, throwing her head back as she climaxed. She released around his fingers as he pushed her to her limits. Only stopping when she pushed his hand away, he straightened up with a grin, wiping his mouth.
There she was, a sweaty, naked mess, and he hadn’t even lost a single item of clothing.
“You look so fucking hot right now,” he said, his hands dropping to his belt. “But you’ll look even better riding my dick.”
She groaned at the thought, rousing herself. By the time she could focus, Marcus was ready for her, hard cock in hand as he stroked himself with a smirk, watching her recover.
“Having trouble, gorgeous?” He asked. She rolled her eyes good-naturedly, straddling his waist and nipping his lip.
“I want you inside me,” she purred, nibbling along his jaw. “I want to feel your cock fill me and completely own me.”
He growled his approval, grabbing her hips and pulling her onto him. His cock moved and slid between her lips, nudging at her clit. She shifted until he caught her entrance and lowered herself onto him, groaning in unison with him as he filled her inch by delicious inch.
“God, I fucking love you,” Marcus muttered, his head leaning against the back of the sofa.
“And I love fucking you,” she teased, smirking against his ear as she rocked her hips against him. He smacked her ass, grabbing each cheek and forcing her into a deep grind.
She grabbed his shoulders for leverage as she rode him. She arched her back so her nipples would tease against his chest, making her breath catch with each stab of pleasure.
Tightening his grip on her, he moved to the edge of the sofa, giving him more movement to thrust up inside her. Moving together in sync, they lost themselves in each other, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure.
Marcus took the lead, only to surrender control to her moments later. He’d offer the sweetest of caresses, and then grip her tight as he growled his pleasure.
“You are mine,” he muttered against her lips in between kisses.
“All yours,” she promised, slamming herself down on him. Grabbing her hands, he held them behind her back with one hand, the other on her hips, guiding her movements as she rode his cock.
His gaze roamed her body, lingering on her bouncing tits with a smirk. He arched a harder thrust into her, growling as he clenched his teeth.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he panted. “I need to feel you tighten on my cock. Cum for me, Erica, so I can fill your sweet little pussy.”
Releasing her arms, his hand moved between her legs, rubbing her clit in quick, small circles. Her toes curled as her head fell back, closing her eyes to focus solely on the pleasure he was giving her.
