All is Lost (All Series, Book 2) (46 page)

Gracefully twisting our
bodies, Marcus gently lays me down in the center of the bed,
positioning his legs between mine. He stares deeply into my eyes
before allowing his gaze to roam down my neck, over my breast and
stopping at top of the white lace covering the area that speaks for
itself.
At least that’s what I call
it
. He places his right hand on my right
hip, digging his fingers into my flesh slightly before gliding it
slowly across my lower abdomen. His thumb traces under the edge of
my undies, teasing the top of my needy slit.

He sucks in a deep breath and moans,
“Is this mine?”

“
Yes…” I whisper, begging
for more.

My nerves come alive realizing how
close we are to finally having sex. The already erratic blood
pounding through my veins blurs out all sound as it reaches my
ears. Enjoying a multitude of sensations, I loosely close my eyes
and tip my head back. Both of his hands caress over my sizzling
flesh up to my chest. Seductively with deliberate manipulation, his
hands flex over my breasts, kneading with a tenderness saved for a
delicate piece of artwork. I open my eyes and look at the
movements, feeling tingles rush along my hot skin.

“
Are these mine?” He stares
into my eyes deeply, lust and love battling for dominance in his
smoldering emerald irises.

I gasp twice at the sensation and from
his gaze and growl, “Ohgod yes, Marcus.”

Biting down hard on his lip, he
controls his movements, but I can see that he’s barely hanging on.
Our breathing is heavy panting that borders painful. Roughly, he
pushes against my wet center and I spiral out of
control.

“
Marcus,” I beg
breathlessly, wanting him to take me now.

“
Yes Baby,” he growls,
knowing exactly what I’m asking. “I will give you everything you
want.”

Still torturing me mercilessly, he
removes his hands from my swollen breast and I whimper pitifully. A
sexy as fuck smiles breaks across his face as he pushes the tips of
his fingers into the burning flesh along my ribs, dragging them
slowly down to my hips.

Pausing momentarily to gauge my
reaction, he says, “I want to see you.”

I nod slowly, licking my lips in
intense anticipation. “Yes.”

He digs his fingers under the edges of
the lacy garments, pulls them down my legs and then takes his
position between them again. He lowers his massive body, resting on
his arms and pressing his hardness into me. His eyes drift down to
our connection and I lift my head off the pillow, seeing what draws
out his next groan.

“
Oh fuck, baby. That’s so
damn hot.”

Rocking his hips vigorously against
me, his thickness wedges between my lips and I begin to feel a
tightening in my belly. My nervousness flourishes with this
unfamiliar experience and he notices it in my blush. He stills his
body and lifts a hand to my forehead, tenderly pushing away a
strand of hair.

“
Am I going too fast?”
Marcus asks, scanning my face for signs of uncertainty.

My heart flips with his loving
tenderness. Marcus’ need to go slow with me reminds me of our first
encounter. Although it was completely erotic because we were
entrapped by seductive groping in a public setting, it was the slow
burning awakening of my soul called out by his that branded my
heart with Marcus Walker’s name. Seeing his eyes begging for my
answer, I somehow manage to find my voice.

“
No. Don’t stop, please. I
want you. I’m just nervous.”

He smiles and presses a kiss to my
lips, “I will never do anything to hurt you. All you need to do is
feel, lose yourself and enjoy it. Just relax and trust me, I want
to worship your body. Our first time making love will be special
because it’s you and me Breesan.” I nod my head believing every
word he says. He kisses me again and adds, “I love you.”

His large hand glides from my face to
the hollow of my neck where he dips down, placing a kiss there
before continuing his descent down my body. I encourage him with a
breathy moan while running my fingers through his hair. His lips
blaze a trail from one heavy breast to the other and further down,
along my stomach. He rises up on his knees, sitting back on his
calves. Towering over me, his body glistens with a light sheen as
he stares down at my fully exposed body. Without looking me in the
eyes, his blazing, and lusty eyes reveal just how difficult it has
been for him to sleep with me all of these weeks and not having
this access before.

Hooking his hand behind my left knee,
he bends it and lowers his mouth to my knee, eliciting gooseflesh
along my skin. Slowly he begins kissing down my inner thigh. I
freeze, scare to death of what he is about to do to me. Nibbling,
sucking and kissing, his mouth descends gradually, but this time he
doesn’t stop because of my reaction. His searing breath and warm
tongue heats a part of my body that no other person has ever
touched before. His tongue licks across my center at a slow,
worshipping pace repeatedly.

Slapping my hand over my
mouth, muffling the strung together words, I groan,
“
Ohmygod.
”

He nudges my legs further apart with
his left arm before sliding it under my thigh. Teasingly he strokes
one finger over my entrance and my whole body bucks up wildly with
excitement and need. No longer caring about being embarrassed, I
stop fighting it and feel him. He guides his finger inside me,
drawing out the deepest moan I have ever made.

“
Damn baby, you are so wet
and responsive.”

Panting vigorously, I beg, “Marcus,
please make love to me.”

He strokes his finger, in and out
repeatedly, revving up my desire for him to be inside me. His thumb
slips over my clit and he presses down, rubbing it torturously with
slow circles. My hips grind with his rhythm, like a damn tornado
swirling out of control and I whimper wantonly.

“
More...” The word is
barely more than a moan over my trembling lips.

He lowers his mouth over me again,
tasting me before slipping his warm lips over my swollen mound. I
reach down and grip his head, his damp hair sliding between my
fingers and I push him down harder into me. My heavy eyelids lower
as a building sensation of epic proportions slams into my belly and
between my legs, causing me to clench my thighs together tightly
around him.

“
Fuck,” Marcus growls deep
within my center.

A spark, a blast and an inferno seizes
my body as I feel a wave of pleasure possessing me so intensely I
know that any second I will explode.

And then he growls again, “Come for
me, baby.”

A kaleidoscope of colors
detonates behind my eyelids as I enter into another dimension of
consciousness. There are no thoughts here, only sensitivity and
perpetual soaring. My body floats on a passionate high completely
unequivocal to anything that gravity has to offer, and I know that
this can only be a dream.
The best fucking
dream of my life
. My center continues
clenching around Marcus’ finger as the tide ebbs, slowly bringing
me back to awareness. Edging up my body, Marcus kisses over my
prickly skin all the way up to my mouth.

He kisses me sweetly before
whispering, “I need to be inside you, my love.”

Oh thank god.
I cheer silently, praying at the same time that I
can please him.

Slipping off the bed, Marcus undresses
and stands before me, allowing me to see all of him. He is so
breathtaking. His eyes grab hold of me first and I see his desire,
completely volcanic and hypnotic. Within those beautiful glossy,
jade colored eyes he reveals his soul, conveying all that he feels
for me. It is nothing short of purely unique and surpasses the
embodiment of epic love. My heart slams against my chest. The
overwhelming feeling is like an atomic bomb detonating and
destroying all ability for it to beat again. My gaze drifts
languidly to his mouth.

With a sexy smirk, he stands still for
several moments allowing me to appreciate his assets and giving me
the opportunity to calm down. Lowering my eyes more, I scan over
his smooth muscles, stretched over his chest, and then lower, down
his abdomen.

“
Come here, Baby,” Marcus
says. His voice is thick and words are compelling. I edge over to
the side of the bed, coming face to face with the man I can’t get
enough of.

Marcus takes my left hand in his and
guides it to his chest. My cool fingertips stroke over the dark
lines of his artwork, but I want more. Leaning in, I press my lips
against the mutilated looking tattoo drawn over his heart. Whatever
void that this darkness depicts, it deserves soothing, so I kiss it
delicately. He moves his hand up my arm, gliding it over my
shoulder and running his fingers through my hair. I scatter soft
kisses across his chest moving my mouth up his neck slowly. Rising
up further on my knees, I slide both hands up his arms stopping at
the tops of his shoulders. He grasps my hair tightly, tilting my
head back and guiding me toward his mouth.

He smashes his lips on mine, kissing
me hard and coaxing me to open for his tongue. I open willingly,
ready for his harsh assault to continue, but he changes his pace
and it becomes a sweet and loving joining. Solace is pledged in
Marcus’ enclosed arms draping around my body. He loves me and
desires above all else to protect me. Giving into him and being his
in all ways is everything I need.

Breaking away from our kiss, Marcus
gently pushes me down on the bed again. He reaches into his bag and
pulls out a condom. I place my hand on top of his, stopping him
before he rips it open.

I shake my head and say, “You don’t
have to…”

“
Baby, are you
sure?”

“
Yes, I’m safe and I get a
birth control shot every three months.”

Hesitantly he drops the packet on the
nightstand before saying, “I’ve never had sex without one before
and I’m safe too. I just want you to be certain.”

I nod and glance down at his hand
wrapping around his thick cock, stroking skillfully. I struggle
swallowing while hoping that he will fit inside me. Licking my lips
anxiously, I reach out for him, but he shakes his head no as he
climbs onto the bed beside me. This time he doesn’t move between my
legs. Instead, he rolls me onto my side so that I’m facing
him.

Smoothing a hand over my hair, he
pushes it back over my shoulder and then lifts my chin up so that
I’m looking into his eyes. “You can touch me anyway that you
want.”

A smile so big that it actually hurts
my cheeks, moves across my face at his offer. My eyes zero in on
the small patch of hair under his bellybutton that trails downward.
Groaning softly, I force my attention away from the trail that
leads to the heavens below and rest my hands on his chest, gliding
them along leisurely. His body is total perfection. I spend a few
moments pinching his nipples between my fingers, watching how they
react and harden, which increases my need to taste him. Pulling my
hair over one shoulder, I hover over it, catching his smile in the
corner of my eye. My tongue darts out for a quick sample. He moans
and I feel his warm hand sliding up my back encouraging me
onward.

Capturing his dark red nipple between
my lips causes him to gasp loudly. His hand lands hard on my ass
where he digs his fingers in roughly. So caught up in sensory
overload, I instinctively move and straddle his thigh, pressing
myself against it. This ignites a burning desire to touch more of
him. I release the hold I have on his nipple with a popping sound
and raise my body up. Glancing up I see the need in his eyes for
more. I wiggle down his leg, bringing my mouth to his stomach. I
lick my lips anticipating his taste and my hot breath escapes out
heavy, ruffling the baby fine hair below his bellybutton. Seeing
the goose bumps entices me to continue downward along the
trail.

Marcus’ fingers slide into my hair and
slowly strokes through it repeatedly. Shoving down all of my
anxieties about this being the most intimate moment of my life, I
seek out his cock and gaze at it. My heart flutters when I notice
that it is hard, silky and wet.

Through gritted teeth Marcus growls,
“Baby, you’re killing me.”

Fearlessly, I wrap my fingers around
him. I stoke up toward the tip of his swollen head and my thumb
slips over the moist bead.

He groans deep and low, “Fuck
yes!”

Completely encouraged by him now, I
grip with both hands starting a leisurely rhythm that causes his
hips to thrust upward. I watch him. His head drops back onto the
pillow and his fist moves to his hip where he clenches and releases
it several times. His eyes roll back, his jaw clamps down tightly
and he draws in a raspy breath. Feeling an ache between my legs
growing to a throb, I move my hands faster over him. His hand grabs
me around the wrist halting my strokes. His wild eyes pierce me as
he shakes his head.

“
Stop baby,” Marcus says.
“That is the most indescribable feeling, and if you keep doing it I
will explode.”

His hands move up to my shoulders,
rolling me off of him and bringing me back to lying down again.
Moving on top of me, he holds the weight of his upper body off of
me while his lower body sinks between my legs, pressing against my
center. His head dips down and kisses me so sweetly.