Letting Go (3 page)

effort to control her breathing. It came out ragged and loud.

He pul ed back and his cock tapped at her anus. “Are

you ready for me?”

He had to know she was. He’d told her to keep herself

always ready for him and she did though he’d never taken

her that way. Mainly because she always froze up. Her

“Yes” was a soft moan of expectancy.

He slid a finger in her ass. The tight ring spasmed,

clutching him hard.

“Oh God,” she moaned, trying to steady her knees

beneath the surge of pleasure.

“I guess you are,” he murmured at the smoothness of his

entry, probing gently. She moaned again and pushed back,

trying to establish a rhythm. He stretched her wider and

introduced another finger. For a moment, she balked,

tightening against the invasion. He paid her no mind, pul ing

his fingers out, dragging against her sensitive flesh as he

withdrew.

“Relax and push back,” he coaxed, easing them back in,

spreading her as he did. “You know you love this.”

She did. She loved it when he played with her ass, no

matter how he took it. Gentle or rough, it turned her on until

she could scream just thinking about him eventual y

claiming it. She took a breath, waited for the next

withdrawal and then pushed back.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Show me how much you like

it.”

She didn’t have much choice. Her nerves were on fire.

Her entire being focused on his fingers and the pace he

was setting, slow and easy when she wanted hard and fast,

every twist, every scissor of his fingers divine torture. When

she was almost screaming with frustration, he pul ed free.

His cock tapped her frantical y throbbing opening. She

jerked up, hips hungrily rearing back, wanting the

consummation. Only to be denied again when he stepped

back. She dropped her head to the mattress, her pussy

aching, ass clenching, feeling so empty she thought she’d

die from it.

Marc nudged her foot with his again. She widened her

stance. It took two more nudges before she was at the level

he wanted, legs wide, tight muscles straining, every sense

attuned to him, wanting him. “Perfect.”

It was the only warning she had before he pushed his

thick cock into her pussy. She bucked and would have

col apsed if he hadn’t anchored her hips with his hands,

holding her steady for the solid penetration.

It wasn’t easy taking him like this — he was a big man

and her inner muscles struggled to accept his width as he

pressed inexorably inward — but it was also arousing as

hel . Feeling his cock drive deep, having him pul her hips

back into his on the grinding descent; hearing his orders to

take him, to fuck him, moaned hoarsely in her ear as his

fingers dug into her thighs, giving her no choice but to do as

he ordered, to pleasure him as he needed. It was her

wildest fantasy, having him use her like she was there for

his pleasure only. And it was now coming true.

She pushed back, taking another inch, his curse flowing

above her just so much sweet music because she knew

she’d drawn it from him against his wil . Just as she knew

the next thrust wasn’t as control ed as the first. Yes, yes,

yes! With every hard thrust she opened wider, took him

deeper.

She braced her arms on the bed, pushing back further. It

wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted him to

pound that thick cock into her, ride her until he couldn’t hold it anymore. She wanted him to claim her, to make her his in

a total y primitive way that went far deeper than any woman

would consider political y correct. She wanted him to fuck

her without finesse, without control. Just him and her and

the need she inspired in him. She wiggled her hips. A

smart sting on her right cheek halted the movement. “Stay

stil and take it.”

Oh God! She bit her lip as the sting melded with the heat

burning her from the inside out, feeding it. How had he

known? In her dreams he said things like that to her, did

things like this to her, but she’d never told him, never written it down. How had he known this part of her fantasy she’d

never dared to confess?

His cock continued to plunder her pussy, pushing solidly

in, catching on sensitive nerve endings as her muscles

parted to accommodate his width, dragging and stretching

her flesh as he withdrew, every stroke, every heated inch

destroying the control she prided herself on. The control

she didn’t want in bed. Her clit ached and pulsed, needing

his touch, her touch, anything. Al it would take was the

barest stimulation there and she’d go hurtling over the

precipice she could sense him approaching.

He didn’t give it to her. Just kept fil ing her with his cock,

feeding her need, her desire, building it until she wanted it

to go on forever yet she didn’t think she could bear it if it

did. Continuing until she couldn’t think of anything beyond

the fact that she was his, and she loved him so.

With a thrust so deep it pierced her soul Marc came,

grinding his hips so deeply into hers, his zipper cut into the

flesh of her buttocks. She pushed back, begging for more.

Becky could feel his cock pulse that brief second before it

jerked, tapping against her G-spot, fil ing her with his hot

come, giving her some of what she wanted but not enough.

Not enough to come. She clawed at the comforter and

clenched again. His dark laugh let her know he knew what

she was doing. What he was doing to her.

“You want more?”

She shuddered and admitted the glorious truth. “Yes.”

His big hand worked between them, cupping her pussy.

“Greedy thing.”

She had no defense. She was greedy. She wanted

more. Everything he could give her.

His cock jerked within her, touching that spot. His

fingers, snapped against the pad of her pussy, sharp and

hard. She stiffened in shock as wild sensation burned up

into her womb. Before she could sort it out, he was doing it

again, harder, stronger. Delight cut through shock, a

mixture of sweet pain and searing pleasure, to strong to

deny, too overwhelming to sort out. Too fucking fantastic to

resist.

“Come for me.”

Low, deep and intent, the order didn’t leave her any

choice. On the next slap she did, bucking and arching her

hips for more of whatever he wanted to give her, open to

the pleasure, the pain or a combination of the two. Just

open….

He was holding her, his arms wrapped around her while

his big body covered her. With every breath she took, she

absorbed his scent, hers, theirs.

His cock flexed within her. They were stil joined. Becky

opened her hands on the mattress, bracing herself — for

what, she didn’t know, just whatever was going to happen

to destroy this moment.

His lips skimmed her temple, her cheek, soft gentle

caresses that melted into her soul.

“Can you feel my seed in you?” he asked, pul ing his stil -

hard cock almost al the way out before sliding back in, his

voice as quiet and as deep as the night around them.

“Yes.”

“It makes you hot, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Tel me.”

The order wasn’t unexpected. The surge of lust at

hearing it, at contemplating obeying it, was. She dug her

nails into the sheet, holding on as the quiver shook her from

head to toe. Her voice, when she found it, was husky and

raw, as if al the screams she’d suppressed over the years

had left their mark. “When you fil me with your seed, it

makes me crazy.”

He stroked her again, slow and lazy. “How crazy?”

“I can’t get enough of it,” she admitted breathlessly. “Of

you.”

She surged back, almost there, but he stepped away.

She was suddenly, devastatingly empty. She groaned a

protest.

A brush of flesh on flesh, and then there was only the

lingering warmth of his seed inside her, keeping her

achingly aroused. She knew she’d stay that way until she

could no longer feel his essence.

“Take off your clothes,” he instructed quietly. “And then

climb into bed and close your eyes.”

A light slap on her rear had her hurrying to comply. The

sheets were chil y. She lay there on her back, shivering with

cold and anticipation until the heat from the fire seeped

through and then it was just anticipation shaking her from

head to toe.

It took her a minute to realize Marc had left the room.

With her eyes closed, every other sense seemed to

magnify, especial y her sense of hearing. She could hear

him in the bathroom washing up, track his move to the living

room, and then back. He stopped just inside the bedroom

door.

She pushed the covers down, the smooth cotton gliding

sensuously across her stomach and thighs. The catch of his

breath was audible. She smiled, drew up her knee and

arched her back, giving him a view of everything that was

his.

“Stil playing with fire, sweetheart?”

“Mmm.” She spread her legs wide, imagining how she

looked to him, wanton and eager. His shirt dropped to the

floor in a soft rustle. His wal et hit the bureau with a heavy

thud. The change in pocket of his jeans jingled as they slid

down his legs. The mattress dipped under his weight.

It dipped again as he moved closer. His arm brushed

her shoulder. The heat of his body covered her as light as a

touch. His scent enveloped her in a familiar hug.

She sensed his lips before she felt them pressing

against hers. His whispered, “I love you,” wove around her

in a protective spel . She whispered it back, letting the vow

fol ow her breath into his mouth, envisioning it blending with

his until the two were hopelessly intertwined. His hand

curved around her head in a gentle vise, holding her stil for

his kiss. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping

him stil for hers.

Marc separated his mouth a scant inch from hers. “Don’t

open your eyes.”

“Okay.”

His finger traced her lip. “No matter what.”

Anticipation nudged her pulse up a notch. “No matter

what.”

His fingers fanned over the side of her face. He eased

her lower lip away from her teeth with his thumb. “I like your

mouth.”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so she settled for a

“Thank you.”

“I want it on me.”

She touched the fleshy pad of his thumb with her tongue.

“Now?”

“Yeah. Now.”

When she would have slid down his body, he tightened

his grip on her head. “Turn around first.”

The covers wrapped around her as she shifted, then

were tugged away, leaving her with only smooth cotton and

smooth skin to guide her. She fumbled a little without the

use of sight, relying on his hand for guidance. The tendons

in her inner thighs strained as she straddled his chest. He

was a big man al over. Built strong, inside and out. Solid.

Someone she could depend on always. She kissed her

way down his stomach, going with the rise and fal of his

abs, counting the ridges. One, two, three.

Her lips dipped into the wel of his navel, explored and

then moved below, fol owing the thin line of hair beneath.

His hand tangled in her hair. Ignoring the silent demand she

worked lower, not stopping until she found the soft sac of

his bal s. It came as natural y as breathing to kiss them. His

breath hissed in only to be released immediately, sighing,

“That’s good.”

Marc widened his thighs. She nuzzled them gently,

sucking softly on the delicate flesh, before kissing them

again. Against her cheek, his cock stirred. Because she

loved to feel him quicken with life, she snuggled his semi-

soft penis against her tongue, cherishing this brief time

when she could hold him in his entirety.

With a tug on her thigh, he drew her across his torso until

she was covering him like a living blanket. That was fine

with her. Having him like this, relaxed beneath her while the

echoes of their previous pleasure wrapped them in an

intimate cocoon was a pleasure unto itself. She scooted

back as his cock grew too big to hold in her mouth, letting

her lips slide up his length until only the mushroom shaped

head rested inside the taut circle. She twirled her tongue

around the firm tip, compressing with her lips before

sucking lightly, the spike of his hips a hot incentive to do it again.

He moaned and shoved the blankets clear. The hand on

her head pushed down even as he pushed his hips up.

Becky took what she could, giving him as much as she

could, wanting to please him this way, too. A bead of pre-

come spil ed into her mouth, salty, spiced with that flavor

that was uniquely Marc, seeping into her desire in a lazy

intoxicating wave that gathered momentum as another

deep, masculine moan flowed into the darkness around

her.

God! She loved the taste of him. The feel. She grasped

the base of his shaft in her hand, angling him back. She