Authors: Ambrielle Kirk
Tanya shifted her gaze away from him, thinking what a weird coincidence it was that he’d chosen a position at a company where her husband used to work only to run into her months later.
Marcus leaned in closer, slid his palm against the back of her neck, and drew her lips toward his. “I don’t want to talk about family or anything else but you for the rest of the night…and don’t try and change the subject again either.”
“Fair enough,” she said, just as their lips met.
Each kiss they shared felt just as explosive as the last, and she enjoyed the way he teased every inch of her lips from corner to corner. “But are we moving too fast?”
“I don’t know about you, but I can
’t stand not touching you. I won’t subdue this attraction.”
He dragged his lips against her neck, and she lifted her chin to allow him better access.
“We always end up having sex before the night ends.”
“Is that so wrong?” he asked, pressing his lips softly into her shoulders. “This is so much more than sex, Tanya?”
“It is?”
“Let me show you the difference between sex and making love,” he replied, as the h
eat of his tongue dipped into her cleavage.
He peeled the
straps of the sundress down her arms, freeing her breasts. His mouth fell over and over again on the ripe flesh and around the areolas. He took each nipple between his lips, licking and sucking gently.
He went to work on her, t
oying with her until her buds were shaped like little thimbles and sensitive to his touch.
As he moved lower, she fell back onto the cushions
of the chair. His pursuit downward resulted in her being unclothed, except for the black lace panties she’d worn especially with him in mind. His breath was hot against her mound through the flimsy fabric and his fingers teased lightly at the seam between her sex and thighs.
Marcus slid
off her panties, and when she was finally naked, he missed not one beat as he kissed her against the clit. “Sweet.”
“Marcus.” She g
rabbed at the cushions beneath her and drew her thighs closer together.
“Let me please you.
” His day old stubble tickled the insides of her legs just as he bent to take her with his mouth.
His l
ips were gentle against her sex as he zeroed in on her clit. He found a pressure and tempo that had her crying out for release. Fingers gripped her thighs, tempting them open, and exposing her even further like a banquet. He dipped his tongue in and out of her, tracing the folds of her sex, and sucking on the hood of her clit.
Minutes later, Tanya
fell apart, her loins tightening as her orgasm pounded through her sending her over the cliff at a heart throbbing speed. As she came down from her orgasm he licked up and down the length of her pussy, tasting the evidence of her desire.
Tanya brought him up, taking his lips as their hands worked his shirt over his head, followed by the shredding of the rest of his clothes from his body.
“Your turn.” She grinned, pushing him backwards and straddling him.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, as her pussy came in contact with his dick. He took her hips with both hands, smoothing his thumbs along her waistline. “You’re so beautiful.”
She bent low to kiss him, sipping on his lips just the way he’d done her moments earlier. Moving lower, she traced the muscles and ridges of his chest with her tongue, tasting his manly aroma as she began her trek downward. The dark tattoos on his skin were a beautiful contrast to his skin, and she loved them all. Every one of them. They were neither to overbearing nor off putting. She knew that each one had meaning to him and a bit of the story behind it.
He clenched his teeth and she wrapped her fingers tightly around his dick which was already fully alert and ready. She pumped, gliding her palm up and down his shaft watching as he grew even more and his balls tightened against her fists.
She ran her tongue up and down the length of him, paying careful attention to the sensitive veins at the base. He could barely fit into her mouth and she gagged whenever he hit the back of her throat. She alternated between the hand job and sucking his cock head until his hips were rising in unison with her movement.
“Tanya…”
His forehead
creased in deep concentration, and when their eyes met she saw the carnal need in them. He tasted sweet and spicy. Of nutmeg and sugar. Her pussy became wet as she pumped him almost to bursting.
He pulled her to his mouth and claimed it with a kiss, then brought her legs around his waist, and lifted them both from the couch.
It took him about four steps to reach her bed, and he laid her out on it. He produced a condom, tore the wrapper open, and handed it to her.
Tanya obliged his silent re
quest and knelt on the mattress to take him deep within her mouth as he stood at the foot of her bed. She enjoyed the sounds of his moans just as much as she enjoyed the way his body reacted to each and every stroke of her tongue.
She lured him back first onto the bed, and rolled the condom down until it reached the base
of his cock. He grabbed either side of her hips, his fingers spreading across the expanse of her belly and guided her slowly down onto him. The moans that escaped their lips as he speared her sounded like melody to her ears. Her muscles milked him involuntarily as she adjusted to his thickness once again. The last time he’d taken her was the morning before she left Ocho Rios. Since then, she’d forgotten how much he filled her to completion.
Marcus thrust his hips upward, burying himself to the hilt. Ripe lust spiraled through her body when he tilted her forward and encouraged her to move.
For what seemed like an eternity, she rode him, enjoying the never-ending waves of ecstasy. His gaze never fell from her face, and he watched her with avid concentration. No man had ever gazed on her with such admiration during the throes of love-making. Yet, no man had ever truly made love to her in this manner, paying attention to her body and catering to her every need. Sex had always been quick and the purpose had always been for instant gratification. It didn’t seem that way with Marcus. He sexed her with purpose, as though each time would be their last.
Marcus lifted the top half of his body, angling them so that her c
lit received direct contact. She continued to glide up and down on his rod, arching into him. Her breasts crushed and slid against his chest as he pressed his lips to her neck and licked and sucked her there. Their breathing became quick and synchronized and their grips tightened around each other as they neared a climax.
He grabbed her ass, pushing her deeper onto him.
She cried out against his shoulder as he began to thrust up into her long and hard.
“This is how it should feel, yes,” he rasped against her throat,
his teeth scraping against her skin, “when a man wants a woman so much that he can’t possibly get enough of her.”
“
Yes…”
“I want you so much, Tanya
. Never have I wanted anyone this much.”
“I want you too, Marcus.”
Tanya could tell he was growing near an orgasm by the way he held her ass tight in a vice grip and panted hot against her skin. His plunges became intense and her screams carried high across the apartment. She bit hard into his shoulder as her orgasm quaked through her. His was not too far behind and in four strokes he reached his own release joining her. Her body convulsed against him and his dick continued to pulse inside her as they achieved bliss. Both spent, they fought to catch their breaths with ragged inhales and exhales.
For a while, the only thing she could register was the sound of their breathing, the hum of the air conditioning u
nit, and the tick-tock of the minute hand on the clock on the wall.
“Do you need to take a break?” he panted against her breasts.
“What?”
“I’m not done with you yet. I was asking if you needed a break.”
She chuckled. “Are you a sex machine or something?”
“
So that’s what you’ve turned me into.”
That weekend…
Tanya had preprogrammed the address that Marcus gave her to the bike shop before pulling out of her parking space back at the apartment not knowing it would take her less than fifteen minutes to get there.
The place was literally up the highway
situated just outside of the city limits. When she pulled into the lot, she noticed Marcus’ black Hummer parked next to a motorcycle. She parked beside the Hummer and got out. The warm evening dew immediately hit her skin, blanketing her. She silently thanked herself for wearing something suited to the cooler night weather. It would be her first time joy riding on the back of a motorcycle and she had no idea what to expect. Tonight, she’d settled for a pair of dark denims and a red tank top. She figured the dress she’d originally taken out to wear wouldn’t have been appropriate.
The bike shop was more like a repair shop and retail store front all rolled into one. The store portion of it was closed on Sundays but the garage door was opened and she heard some racket and voices inside. There was a radio streaming hip hop music in the background.
She noted Marcus’ voice immediately. He was in conversation with another man.
“Hello?” she stepped inside the garage and peered around the corner.
The men stopped mid conversation and Marcus was knelt beside a shining silver motorcycle. He came to a standing position when he saw her and grinned.
“Hi, beautiful.” He pulled off a pair of grease stained gloves and tossed them on the workbench behind him before coming to meet her.
His chest was bare, sweat moistened, and smudged here and there with a bit of motorcycle grease. She couldn’t help but to bring her fingers up to touch him, tracing the edges of his muscles and the outlining of his tattoos—something that she’d gotten accustomed to doing whenever he was close and naked.
“Hi.” She felt her lips spread into a
smile and a warm spark spread throughout her. No matter how many times she saw this man and despite the dozens of times they’d had sex throughout the week, it always felt like she was meeting him for the first time.
As their lips met, she inhaled deeply taking in the mixture of scents that she found alluring. Cologne, a tinge of engine
oil, aftershave, and maybe even a whiff of the soap he’d used this morning in the shower. The combination had her grasping him tightly, wishing that he’d never let go.
And it appeared that he didn’t want to release her either. He deepened the kiss, pressing his
chest into the front of her body and bringing his palm up to cup the back of her neck. She captured his tongue between her lips and sucked causing the bulge under his zipper to grow harder against her stomach. He sipped softly at her lips igniting an image of his mouth pleasing every inch of her body. She fell into him even more and her sex clenched in desperate need of him.
The other man in the garage cleared his throat loudly, startling her.
Marcus partly reluctantly from her.
Tanya recognized the other man right away. It was Trent. The brother she’d met at the wedding. “Hi, Trent,” she said, shyly.
“And so we meet again?” Trent’s gray eyes moved back and forth between she and Marcus and he had a knowing grin on his face. He was bare chested as well with the same crest with the initials, R.R., tattooed on his chest. It looked as though they were both working on bikes before she drove up. “I’ve heard a lot about you since Ocho Rios.”
Embarrassment washed over her face and she looked at Marcus questioningly.
“Nothing bad.” Marcus grinned. “Although I did tell him that you had a knack for disappearing.” He held up the note she’d left on her nightstand yesterday morning. It read:
Let yourself out. Lock the door. I’m going to work.
Tanya punched him playfully on the arm
, and snatched the paper away from him.
“Ow.”
The morning she’d left the note, she’d woken up in his arms. They’d had so much fun during their movie and sex marathon that Marcus hadn’t gone home that night. Usually he’d wake at the break of dawn to leave so that he could make it to work on time. Maybe their frequent tryst had finally taken a toll on him.
“You’ll meet some more of my brothers at the BBQ in the park.” He took her hand and led her toward the workshop area where he was working on his bike.
“I hope you came hungry. There’s always lots of food.”
“I am,” she said. But not for food, she wanted to add.
He spread out a clean white towel on a work table and then lifted her on top of it. “I’ve got a filter to replace and then we’ll head out.”
Tanya didn’t mind one bit, in fact she enjoyed watching him naked as his muscles rippled on his arms and back. She hadn’t noticed it before, but he had a nice ass. Maybe it was because he was wearing
jeans that were a little more form fitting today. She was accustomed to seeing him business slacks or loose fitting khakis or jeans.
She bit her lip as he held the handle of a screwdriver between his teeth before bending over to remove a set of screws from the bike. Her toes curled in her shoes as she thought about the way his teeth had nipped her breasts in the throes of passion.