Don't Wanna Try
Chapter 25
“I gotta get going, but I’ll see you at five-ish, right?” she asked as she finished putting in a few things into her purse.
“I’ll be there,” he nodded.
She handed him a piece of paper with a neatly printed address on it, and proceeded to whip around to leave, but Marshall wouldn’t have any of that.
“One last kiss,” he murmured and his tongue swept along her lips in the most seducing manner that she felt her mouth move at its own accord, opening and welcoming him.
“Marshall,” she gasped as his palm massaged her breast. “We don’t have time!”
“The hell we don’t. Give me a second to put my pants on. I’ll ride with you, and then double back.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “You are so desperate!” she teased.
“Just desperate for you, now call downstairs for the limo.”
She rolled her eyes, but decided to indulge him by making the arrangements.
“You sure nobody can see us?” she asked as she looked out of the tinted windows.
“Maybe if they have x-ray vision.”
She laughed and swatted him. “Be serious.”
“I am,” he whispered and brought her body in full contact of his hardness.
Vanessa moaned as his fingers cupped her intimately and danced beneath her slick folds. He was distracted as her hands fumbled with his belt buckle.
“Damn it, look what you do to me,” she muttered as her hands shook.
“That makes two of us,” he quirked his eyebrows and helped push his jeans to his ankles. “I’m starting to think you wear these things on purpose,” he said, fingering the soft material of the skirt that was now hiked up to her hips.
“Who says I don’t?” she replied with a wicked grin. “Makes for easy access,” she added, but her words tapered off as he entered her heat in one, fluid motion.
“Yes, I’d have to agree,” he murmured as he pushed deeper within her welcoming depths.
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she clung to him, bouncing rapidly, ferociously against his thighs as he lifted her high and low, entered and withdrew over and over again; they never missed a beat. Marshall nudged her shirt up with his nose and pressed his face within her ample cleavage. He stared with boggling eyes at the half-cup bra she was wearing; they were low enough to offer him a delightful view of her dusky nipples which he was happy to nibble at.
“God damn, where did you get this?” he growled as he nipped gently, tugged at the hardened peak with his blunt teeth.
“I had the,” she gasped as his teeth clamped down on the dark bud. “Concierge bring up all the exotic lingerie while you were in the shower.”
“Remind me to tip him when we leave.”
She giggled. “You like?”
“Very much,” he replied and silenced any other words she may have said with an electrifying kiss that sent shockwaves straight to the tips of her toes.
“Sorry,” he offered as he picked up her torn underwear.
“Lucky for you, I came prepared,” she smiled and stretched over his lap to retrieve her purse.
Marshall was enchanted by the tantalizing view of the curve of her bottom that she was lifting in his face. His hands moved without thought, squeezing the tender flesh. With some hesitance, he let his left hand land a little harshly against her creamy skin, but when she pushed herself against his hand with a quiet moan, all his hesitation fled.
Her body jerked slightly as his hand came down again and again, but each shake was accompanied by a low, satisfied groan.
The skin of her bottom was tinged pink as she cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She had only the briefest of moments to recover from the maelstrom of sensations before her back was flush against his chest, and his body was pounding into hers ferociously.
The cabin of the limousine was filled with the sound of skin slapping furiously together and raspy moans coupled with periods of breathlessness. As they reached the pinnacle once more, that clandestine peak that all the yearning and passion culminated towards.
As their breathing evened out from their frantic joining, she leaned against his broad chest for support as her body became lax with satisfaction.
“You okay?” he murmured.
“Never better,” she replied with a content smile.
Chapter 26Author: zines@aol.com
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