Sara clearly knew he didn’t mean it literally. Marcus simply meant that he was about to blow her mind again, and if past performance was anything to go by, she knew it wasn’t an idle promise.
She watched as he stood at the end of the bed and took his cock in his left hand. Her eyes never left his shaft, and when she licked her lips, Marcus almost exploded right there.
He rang the fingers of his free hand up her thigh and across her mound, causing Sara to shiver involuntarily.
Her legs had fallen together limply after her orgasm, and Marcus knew he needed to get her revved up again if he was going to get her to that second orgasm.
“Open your legs for me, sweetheart. Let me see what’s mine.” He growled.
He watched Sara’s eyes dilate with anticipation, and as she spread her legs for him, her hands lifted to grasp her breasts again. She squeezed her nipples, which had softened following her orgasm, until they were hardening again to little nubs, and when he looked down at her pussy, he could see her clit still protruding, having received no attention whatsoever.
Yet.
Marcus slid his fingers across her mound and down her lips, carefully avoiding her clit.
Sara’s eyes narrowed, and he knew she was well aware that he was teasing her back up to full arousal. She was already halfway there.
He rubbed his fingers at her entrance, coating them in her now cooling juices, before sliding his large middle finger inside up to the first knuckle.
Sara’s sigh had him smiling, and after pulling it almost out, he slid it back in, as far as it would go.
He stilled for a minute, watching the pulse at the base of Sara’s throat throb wildly. She was so beautiful, and so responsive to everything he did, every touch, she was perfection.
He slid his hand up and down his shaft slowly, sliding his finger in and out of Sara’s channel at exactly the same pace. It was excruciatingly slow from Marcus’ perspective, but necessary, partly to get her back up to where he could take her over the edge just at the right moment, and partly to stop himself going off prematurely.
When she started to wriggle, he knew she needed more, so on the next slide out he added a second finger, and pushed back in, slowly.
“Oh, God!” Sarah panted, and Marcus smiled. On a scale of one to ten, with ten being detonation, he guessed she was already at an eight, which he reckoned was probably a good thing, because he’d been at a nine since he’d given her the first orgasm.
Needing her to catch up with him quickly, he released his shaft and scraped his fingers across her mound, heading directly for her clit.
Of course, he stopped short, wrenching a growl of disapproval from his wife’s lips.
“Need something more, sweetheart?” He chuckled.
“God, yes.” She groaned. “No more waiting. Now!”
She was a demanding little hussy, and damn, didn’t it make his cock twitch in gratitude.
He removed his fingers, eliciting another moan, and rubbed the tip of his shaft in her juices.
“Here we go, baby.” He murmured. “Let me know if anything gets uncomfortable.”
Marcus slid his hands behind Sara’s knees and lifted them as he pushed into her, not stopping until he hit the end of her channel.
He paused where he was, loving the feeling of her inner muscles clenching him as she welcomed the intrusion. The feeling was almost overwhelming, and Marcus felt so overcome he had to stop and take a few breaths to ground himself.
When he could finally move, he slid slowly out before pushing home again. God, he wished he could do this all damn day. Hell, he’d be happy if he could last more than a few minutes!
Nah, no way that was going to happen.
He was already feeling that tell-tale tingling in his spine that let him know he was most definitely on the clock.
Marcus picked up the pace a little, standing with his head thrown back, his eyes closed tight as he tried to hold off his orgasm.
When Sara grabbed his forearms and dug her nails in, he opened his eyes to stare at the look of agony and ecstasy on her face.
God, she was so beautiful.
As he increased the pace gradually, her gasps were the only sound in the room beyond the slapping of flesh against flesh as he drove them both higher. They were reassurance, if any was needed, that with every thrust, he was stimulating her g-spot.
Marcus wrapped her legs around his back and lowered himself forward to get a better angle, and started pounding into her, careful not to jostle their baby more than necessary.
When he felt the tingling spreading through his lower half, Marcus knew he had no more than a minute or two left.
He rubbed across her mound, and this time slipped his thumb over the hood of her clit, and pressed down, rubbing in circles, her juices helping his thumb glide over her most sensitive place.
When Sara let out a little scream and tried to thrust her hips up to meet his touch, Marcus knew she was ready to blow.
“Come for me, Sara.” He groaned. “I’m almost done.”
As he increased the pace for the last time, he pressed down harder on her clit, and with his free hand leaned forward to squeeze her breast, flicking her taut nipple as he did.
“Marcus! Aah, God!” Sara groaned, and her muscles gripped his cock like a vice, pulling him way over the edge and sending him soaring.
She was gripping his shaft so tightly he could barely thrust in and out, and it was only the flood of her juices that allowed him any sort of movement at all. The friction on his cock felt amazing, as though she held him in a two-handed grip, and as the orgasm ripped through him from head to toe, he shook as he came hard, his own fluids filling her channel.
Marcus’ body shook violently, and it was all he could do to stay on his feet. He finally stopped thrusting and pulled out quickly, afraid that he was going to collapse on top of Sara and their baby.
He flopped onto the bed beside her, pulling Sara’s trembling body into his as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.
“How do you do that to me?” He whispered raggedly.
He could feel her body heave, as she tried to get her breath back.
“Do what?” Sara finally looked up at him.
“Flip me over and turn my world upside down.” Marcus grumbled. “I swear, you make me lose all control with your little moans and groans, not to mention the way you grip my cock.”
“And that’s a bad thing, how?” She asked, her eyes shining with delight.
“Who said anything about it being a bad thing?” He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “I just thought that after more than five years together, I’d have learned how to maintain some semblance of control around you in the bedroom. Yet here I am, older, but certainly no wiser as to how to resist your charms. You’re so gorgeous you take my breath away. You still just have to look at me and I’m hard as nails. Strip you naked and I’m ready to blow. It’s really not good for my ego.”
Marcus watched Sara’s face blush with pleasure at his words.
He knew she was already a little self-conscious about her growing baby-bump, and he was more than happy to reassure her how sexy he thought it made her look.
“I couldn’t possibly tell you my secrets.” Sara grinned. “It might break the spell I have over you.”
Marcus lifted her chin, so he could take her lips in a slow, thorough exploration. When he lifted his head, she was glassy eyed again.
“Honey, that’s one spell nobody will ever be able to break.” He reassured her. “You bewitched me the night we met in that club, and I’ve never wanted it to end.”
“That’s good.” Sara nodded, her eyes shining. “Because when Junior arrives, I’ve got you on nappy duty for the first eighteen months. By the time he’s potty trained, it’ll be time for number two.”
“Yeah?” Marcus grinned. “I can do nappies. Or should we start calling them ‘diapers’, since we’re living in the States? And, I can definitely work on getting you knocked up again. If we’ve got eighteen months to practise, I bet I’ll get it right again, when the time comes.”
Sara chuckled.
“I just bet you will.” She sighed, snuggling into him, trying to angle her baby bump so she could get as close as possible.
They lay in silence for a few minutes, until Marcus remembered how he’d found her on the stairs, chattering away to someone on the phone. If he had three guesses, he’d go for either Candy, Bella, or Hannah.
“So, who were you discussing romantic entanglements with, when I found you on the stairs?” He asked, rubbing his thumb lazily over her shoulder.
“Candy.” Sara grinned up at him. “It looks like the Colombia mission accomplished way more than we realised.”
Marcus stared down at her. Ok, so she was going to make him keep asking!
“Go on then.” He grumbled. “Fill me in on the gossip. You know you want to.”
Sara snorted.
“Seriously? You men are worse gossips than us women any day! You just want to be able to show off when we see the guys tonight, that you know something they don’t.”
“Sweetheart, it’s only called gossip when it’s women chattering away.” Marcus explained seriously. “When men are talking, it’s called ‘keeping up to date with current affairs’.”
“Really?” Sara snorted. “Well, the current ‘potential’ affairs we were discussing were between Alex and Sophia, obviously…”
“Obviously…!” Marcus rolled his eyes.
“Plus, Gregor and Tulli, if the way he looks at her is anything to go by.” Sara smiled. “And finally, there was definitely a spark of interest from Charlie when he met Lara, the middle sister.”
“Hang on a minute…” Marcus leaned back and stared at Sara. “Tulli and Lara have been through six months of hell. I can hardly see them looking to jump into relationships with men after what they’ve been through.”
Sara nodded, thoughtfully.
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you? But from what Tulli told me, they fought back so hard at the beginning that after that the men all but left them alone.” She frowned. “I know that means they went through hell initially, but it also means that their bodies and emotions have had six months to come to terms with what happened to them. I’ll recommend counselling for them for sure, but they’ve already come a long way, all by themselves.”
“What about the youngest girl? Mischa? How is she doing today?” Marcus remembered the image of Alex and Drew helping carry her to the chopper, and both of them getting shot whilst doing it. Hell, all three of them could have died at the hands of Luis fucking Castille, and it was as much as Marcus could do not to ball his hands into fists, ready to punch something.
“Oh, we had a minor breakthrough there, as well.” Sara grinned at him. “Joel came with us, and Tulli let him visit with Mischa, when I suggested that he had a special way about him. Well, believe it or not, Mischa held his hand, and even seemed to be smiling at him while he was telling her some silly jokes.”
“Yeah? That’s amazing.” Marcus smiled.
“It really is.” Sara sighed. “I mean, she wasn’t making eye contact or talking or anything, but for day one, I thought that was awesome. Especially since yesterday in the hospital she was screaming at anyone who came near her.”
“But then, Joel is not just anyone, is he?” Marcus reminded her. “He is a very special kind of person, with a heart as big as all of Philly.”
“He is.” Sara nodded. “And, bless him, he can’t wait to visit with her tomorrow again.”
“That’s great.” Marcus tucked her into his side, and flipped the comforter up and over them.
“Umm, I said we’d meet up with Gregor and Tulli at Tuck’s later. The Feds are going to want to speak to them, and if Cole is prepared to meet them outside of the office, it’ll be far less stressful for Tulli.” Sara yawned. “I can finish off any last bits of my report that need adjusting at the same time.”
“Ok, I’m cool with that, on one condition.” Marcus kissed the top of Sara’s head. “That you take your hearing aids out and have a few hours sleep now. You’ve completely overdone it in the last seventy-two hours, and I want you to get some rest if you want to go out again.”
“Will you stay with me?” Sara looked up at him, her innocent expression making her look much younger than her age.
“Of course.” He grinned. “But no funny business! I’m pretty knackered myself, so could probably use a few hours rest.”
Sara pulled her hearing aids out, placed them on the bedside table, and then snuggled back into him.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t tell any of the guys you can’t get it up twice in one day.”
Marcus was just about to splutter a comment, indignantly defending his ability to make love more than once a day, when he remembered she’d taken her hearing aids out, and wouldn’t be able to hear him.
He just knew she’d done it on purpose!
Sneaky little thing!
Sneaky, sexy, gorgeous, wifely thing!
He pulled her as close as he could and closed his eyes.
He smiled over the top of her head. Damn, but he adored his medium-sized rhino!