out of them. His mouth twisted as he sneered. “Wait, Enid? You’re a fine one to talk. How do you think I feel having to wait three weeks to fuck you? It’s not as if you can use the excuse that you’re on your period.” She’d admitted to him that she’d had a hysterectomy after a Pap smear confirmed precancerous cells six months after her marriage to the president of a major insurance company.
“I’ve had things on my mind, darling.”
His fingers tightened around her upper arms. “So have I. But that hasn’t stopped me from wanting to make love to you.”
Tilting her chin in a gesture of defiance, Enid met his angry stare. “Well, you have me now. ”
“Yes—I—do.”
Marcus’s voice was void of emotion, and that unnerved her more than his thunderous expression. His hands moved down to the waistband of her panties, and in one strong motion he tore them in half. She stared numbly at the scraps of silk lying at her feet.
Her right hand came up, but she found her wrist imprisoned between fingers that tightened into manacles. This Marcus Hampton was a stranger, a man she did not know.
Her temper rose quickly. “Do it!” she taunted as high color suffused her face.
Marcus picked her up, swept back the netting and placed her on the cool sheets, his body covering hers. There was no tenderness in his kiss as his mouth ravished hers. His hands were everywhere—in her hair, on her breasts. Holding her wrists captive, he slid down the length of the large bed and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue searched for the opening and plunged in and out over and over until he felt the spasms seize her body, hold her captive, then release her to start all over again.
“No!” Enid screamed, biting down on her lower lip, loving and hating Marcus at the same time. She loved the sensations he evoked whenever he put his tongue into her vagina, but hated him because it made her helpless against his sensual assault on her mind and body. She wanted to release the desire that swirled like a twister moving over the earth, disintegrating everything in its path. Then, without warning, he pulled back.
Moving out from under him, she reversed their positions. It was her turn to punish Marcus the way he’d tortured her. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue, easing her way down his body. Everything about her lover was clean and masculine.
He bellowed as her mouth closed on his engorged penis, sucking gently until she took as much of him as she could without gagging. Her tongue worked its magic, he risingoff the mattress at the same time as unintelligible, guttural sounds drowned out the music coming from the speakers concealed in an armoire in the adjoining sitting room. Enid licked, stroked and suckled, bringing Marcus close to ejaculation twice before changing tempo.
She gasped in surprise when he sat up and forcibly extracted her mouth from his throbbing flesh. Supporting his back against the headboard, Marcus pulled her down to straddle his lap. Lifting her with one hand, he guided her until he was fully sheathed inside her.
He set the rhythm, Enid following. Her respiration quickened as she closed her eyes and moaned softly.
It was no longer a battle of wills, a competition for dominance or control. They were male and female, man and woman, lovers whose love was deep, boundless and infinite.
Marcus cupped Enid’s hips in his hands, squeezing and pulling her closer as electricity arced through the nether regions of his body. He lowered his head and fastened his mouth to the side of her neck.
“Don’t mark me,” she screamed, but it was too late. Marcus’s teeth caught the tender skin at the base of her throat as he smothered a growl. She felt him explode inside her, and within seconds her body vibrated with liquid fire as she melted all over him. The pulsing went on and on until she collapsed against his moist body, her breath coming in long, surrendering moans.
Her lips, still
“I’ve had things on my mind, darling.”
His fingers tightened around her upper arms. “So have I. But that hasn’t stopped me from wanting to make love to you.”
Tilting her chin in a gesture of defiance, Enid met his angry stare. “Well, you have me now. ”
“Yes—I—do.”
Marcus’s voice was void of emotion, and that unnerved her more than his thunderous expression. His hands moved down to the waistband of her panties, and in one strong motion he tore them in half. She stared numbly at the scraps of silk lying at her feet.
Her right hand came up, but she found her wrist imprisoned between fingers that tightened into manacles. This Marcus Hampton was a stranger, a man she did not know.
Her temper rose quickly. “Do it!” she taunted as high color suffused her face.
Marcus picked her up, swept back the netting and placed her on the cool sheets, his body covering hers. There was no tenderness in his kiss as his mouth ravished hers. His hands were everywhere—in her hair, on her breasts. Holding her wrists captive, he slid down the length of the large bed and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue searched for the opening and plunged in and out over and over until he felt the spasms seize her body, hold her captive, then release her to start all over again.
“No!” Enid screamed, biting down on her lower lip, loving and hating Marcus at the same time. She loved the sensations he evoked whenever he put his tongue into her vagina, but hated him because it made her helpless against his sensual assault on her mind and body. She wanted to release the desire that swirled like a twister moving over the earth, disintegrating everything in its path. Then, without warning, he pulled back.
Moving out from under him, she reversed their positions. It was her turn to punish Marcus the way he’d tortured her. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue, easing her way down his body. Everything about her lover was clean and masculine.
He bellowed as her mouth closed on his engorged penis, sucking gently until she took as much of him as she could without gagging. Her tongue worked its magic, he risingoff the mattress at the same time as unintelligible, guttural sounds drowned out the music coming from the speakers concealed in an armoire in the adjoining sitting room. Enid licked, stroked and suckled, bringing Marcus close to ejaculation twice before changing tempo.
She gasped in surprise when he sat up and forcibly extracted her mouth from his throbbing flesh. Supporting his back against the headboard, Marcus pulled her down to straddle his lap. Lifting her with one hand, he guided her until he was fully sheathed inside her.
He set the rhythm, Enid following. Her respiration quickened as she closed her eyes and moaned softly.
It was no longer a battle of wills, a competition for dominance or control. They were male and female, man and woman, lovers whose love was deep, boundless and infinite.
Marcus cupped Enid’s hips in his hands, squeezing and pulling her closer as electricity arced through the nether regions of his body. He lowered his head and fastened his mouth to the side of her neck.
“Don’t mark me,” she screamed, but it was too late. Marcus’s teeth caught the tender skin at the base of her throat as he smothered a growl. She felt him explode inside her, and within seconds her body vibrated with liquid fire as she melted all over him. The pulsing went on and on until she collapsed against his moist body, her breath coming in long, surrendering moans.
Her lips, still
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