Dani
My eyes were closed, and I felt like my body was so sensitized that I could feel every breath I took entering and leaving my lungs.
What Marcus had done, and the way he made me feel, had completely blown me away. I’d entered a world of pure, sensual pleasure, and it was a space that I never wanted to escape.
“That was...” Hell, I had no words. I wanted to tell Marcus how I felt, but how do you say thanks for something you never knew existed? “Orgasmic,” I finished in a hoarse whisper, knowing that what I’d said was lame, but not knowing how else to describe it.
I had some previous sexual experience, but nothing had ever felt like that. The pleasure had been so intense that it was almost painful. The fact that Marcus had seemed to enjoy every moment of the experience had made it just that much more powerful.
I slowly recovered, and then noticed that Marcus was flat on his back.
Rolling to my side, my head propped on a pillow, I asked, “Is everything okay?”
His arm was covering his eyes. “Yeah. I’m good.”
He didn’t sound good; his voice sounded beleaguered.
“What’s wrong?” I pressed.
He rolled to his side so we were face-to-face. His fingers threaded into my hair as he said, “Nothing is wrong. Seeing you like that was fucking amazing.”
Marcus was being honest. I could see it in his eyes.
“Then why are you waiting? I’m recovered, and there’s nothing I want more than you,” I told him hesitantly.
He let out a masculine sigh. “I still remember how scared you were when I kissed you on my jet right after you were rescued. Dani, I don’t ever want to see that look on your face again.”
I propped myself onto my elbow. “Wait a minute. You think I’m scared?”
He moved with me, putting his hand beneath his head. “Aren’t you? You still have panic attacks, Dani, and you haven’t been with a guy since you were gang-raped.”
A tenderness for this man beside me flowed over my body and landed in my heart. He was afraid for me, worried about me not being ready to have sex again. “Marcus, I wouldn’t have started this if I didn’t want to finish it. I’m not afraid of you,” I informed him in a gentle tone.
“You should be,” he grumbled. “The crazy-ass way I want you scares the hell out of me.”
I knelt beside him, running my hand down his muscular abdomen, and then reaching inside the elastic waistband of his underwear for what I really wanted. “I can tell that you want me,” I teased, stroking my fingers up and down his rock-hard shaft.
“Jesus Christ, Dani, knock that shit off before you find yourself underneath me and at my mercy,” he growled, his jaw clenched tight.
I tugged on his boxer briefs, pulling them off his body by sheer will, because he didn’t help me one bit. His body tensed as I straddled him and then speared my hands through his hair and lowered my body down on his, savoring the way we felt skin-to-skin. I kissed his forehead before I put my lips next to his ear. “Fuck me, Marcus. Do it before I go crazy. I want you deep inside me. I want to watch you come.”
I knew he was fighting his desire, and I was determined to make sure he lost. His concern for me touched my soul, but there was no need for it. I wasn’t a fragile flower, and I had never, ever been afraid of him. Maybe time hadn’t healed all of my wounds, but I wasn’t afraid of sex or Marcus. Really, all I wanted was sex with Marcus.
Maybe if it had been anyone else but him, I might feel differently. But it was him, the guy my body desperately craved, and I wasn’t fresh from the rescue anymore.
I knew what I wanted.
I knew what I needed.
My problem right now was trying to explain to him that I wasn’t going to be afraid.
No way was he going to leave me again like he had in the restroom.
I sighed as his fiery skin warmed my body. I ground down against him, hoping he’d finally get the message, while my lips trailed along his cheek and then to his mouth.
I kissed him hard, letting him know I couldn’t get enough of him, and my body caught fire as he finally responded. His fingers dug into my hair, pulled me closer, and then explored my mouth with a desperation so thick that it was nearly palpable in the air around us.
When I lifted my head, I warned him, “If you don’t fuck me, I’m taking what I want.”
“Do it,” he rasped. “There’s no way I can resist you. I have no damn idea how I’ve done it for this long.”
I wasn’t about to wait any longer now that I knew that he was with me. I slid back, positioning myself to take him inside me, and then lowered myself onto his cock. “Oh, God, Marcus. I’ve wanted this for so long,” I whimpered as my muscles stretched to take all of him.
“Keep going, baby. Take me. All of me,” he demanded.
I smiled as I completely seated myself on him, my body screaming with happiness as I finally got what I needed.
Marcus’s hands slapped onto my hips, gripping them hard as he thrust his hips up.
I sat up and put my hands on his shoulders, moaning as I felt him straining into me.
“Don’t hold back,” I pleaded, knowing that I needed him so desperately that slow and easy wasn’t going to cut it.
He eased my hips up, and I caught his rhythm. Beads of sweat formed on my face as he gave me more, our bodies meeting with a satisfying slap every time he guided me down again.
“Marcus,” I whined helplessly, my head falling back, my body demanding the fulfillment he was promising.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunted, his powerful biceps flexing as he kept thrusting into me.
Harder and harder.
Over and over.
Both of us working our bodies together like they belonged this way.
Something hot slithered through my belly and started to ripple outward.
“Come for me, Dani. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer,” he rumbled, one of his hands coming off my hip to slide his fingers to the place where we were fused together.
The first rough stroke over my clit sent me reeling.
The second made me climax, my orgasm hitting me like a fast-moving bullet train. “Marcus. Marcus.”
I couldn’t do anything except call out his name, my body shuddering as I completely imploded.
I fell forward again, and our slick bodies slid together as Marcus held my hips, his cock pummeling into my sheath with an urgency I could feel even as I reached my peak.
“Dani. Baby,” he groaned in a sexy, throaty voice. “Fuck!”
My channel was clamping down on his thrusting cock, and I savored the expression on his face as I dove down to kiss him, knowing I was milking him to a hot release.
His embrace was rough and hard, a passionate expression of the way we were both letting go and just feeling ourselves go up in smoke.
I welcomed his heavy, masculine groan as he released himself inside me, my entire body trembling as my climax hit its peak, and then started to wind down again.
“Holy fuck!” Marcus cursed, wrapping his arms around my body to hold me safely against his chest.
I was panting, and my heart was galloping so fast it was almost impossible to discern the separation of the beats. One flowed into the other, and a profound sense of peace like I’d never known washed over me. “I’ve needed that for so long,” I said in a stunned whisper.
Maybe I’d tried to hate him.
Maybe I’d had to constantly remind myself that I knew he was a dog because of what I’d thought had happened with my sister a decade ago.
Maybe my attraction to him had always been there, but I’d never acknowledged it.
But thinking back honestly now, I couldn’t remember a time when I hadn’t wanted Marcus, no matter how much I’d tried to deny it.
He wasn’t safe, and he probably wasn’t what I should be needing. That was probably why I’d never allowed my conscious brain to think about the heat that flamed between the two of us.
I might have buried it in anger and resentment, but what had just happened had been a very long time in the making. The desire he could conjure up inside me just by being close to me had always been there.
“I know, sweetheart,” he answered huskily, his hand stroking over my hair in a comforting motion. “Me, too.”
Of course our attraction was mutual. It wouldn’t have been as explosive if it wasn’t, if we didn’t both have the same chemical reaction to each other.
Having sex with Marcus was like playing with fire, but considering what had just occurred, I was willing to risk getting burned.
“I didn’t use protection, Dani,” he said remorsefully. “I was so far gone that I didn’t think about it. I’ve never done that before.”
“I’m clean,” I reassured him. After all, I had been gang-raped over and over, so he had a right to be concerned. “And I’m on birth control. After what happened, I’ll probably always stay on the Pill or some type of contraceptives.”
“Hell, I’m not worried about you,” he said in a coarse tone. “But you didn’t ask about me.”
“I don’t need to,” I told him.
“Why?”
“Because I know you well enough to realize that if you weren’t clean, nothing would have happened without a condom,” I explained.
“I’m not a saint,” he denied. “But I’m clean. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and I get checked regularly.”
“So I’m your first?” I teased.
“My only right now,” he said.
My heart turned. I’d love to be Marcus’s only for a while. “I stink,” I told him with a sigh. “But I’m not sure how I’m going to get up and into the shower. I think my legs are too weak.”
He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, taking me with him with one arm wrapped around my body. Then, he lifted me up, forcing me to put my arms around his neck as he stood.
“What are you doing?” I squealed.
“Taking my weak-legged woman to the shower,” he answered nonchalantly.
I squealed again as he hefted me higher into his arms and proceeded to take me to the shower.
I laughed until we finally got into the water. After that, Marcus and I were quite busy concentrating on other pleasurable activities.