by Jenika Snow
Marius looked toward Maya’s bedroom, could see through the crack in the door that she was undressing, and he felt the ache in his balls intensify. He’d been hard since he’d walked into the house and saw her in that dress, since they’d looked at each other, and he had listened to her sweet voice.
The light from the candles she had in the room gave him a clear view as she slowly slipped off her dress. Since coming here he’d become this insatiable asshole when it came to her, watching her like he was afraid she’d vanish.
The way she was standing, and the position of the door, didn’t allow him to see anything but a swatch of her smooth, golden skin, but it was enough to have his mouth drying and his throat tightening. And then she looked over her shoulder, looked him right in the eyes, and he swore the air left him.
He turned away for her, giving her the privacy she deserved.
Damn, he needed to jerk off to make this discomfort subside. All Marius could think about was the sound of Maya’s voice and the way she’d looked in the candlelight. She was gorgeous, and he wanted her more with each passing day. He wanted to keep her close, protect her from any threats, but he also wanted her to be his. It was this sensation he had in his gut, one that said maybe he had been put here for a reason, that maybe he’d found himself at her home because it was where he was supposed to be.
Either way he didn’t want to leave, and he didn’t want to turn his back on her.
He shut the bathroom door and leaned against it for a second. Walking over to the sink he set the candle on it and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was a shaggy mess around his head, and he lifted his hand and ran his fingers through it.
He opened the cabinet on the mirror and saw a pair of scissors. For the next few minutes he cut away at the strands, making sure it was decent looking. Running his hand over it to get out the last few strays, he braced his hands on the sink again. His cock throbbed, the need to be with Maya overriding all of his better judgment.
The water in the tub wasn’t warm, but it was room temperature since he’d brought it in from the well hours ago. It was better than nothing, and he needed to get cleaned. Besides, the chilled water might help tame his consuming lust.
He got undressed and stepped into the tub. Although he’d thought the water would help dim his arousal, what he wanted with Maya couldn’t be dimmed.
He made quick work of washing himself, his hard cock aching, his balls drawn up tight to his body. Reaching down and palming himself, he rested his hand on the wall beside him and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to make any noise, didn’t want to seem like a deviant if she overheard. But he needed to do this, needed release so he could think clearly.
He started stroking himself up and down, moving his palm over his cock until his breathing became shallow and the ecstasy washed over him. All he could think about was Maya in that dress, her big breasts pressed against the material, the little flowers printed on it making her seem innocent. A small groan left him, but he snapped his mouth shut before it became too loud, knowing that she was just down the hallway.
She was a few feet from him.
That had his desire rising harder, faster. And then he heard the creak of a floorboard just outside the door, and his heart beat faster with the thought she was out there, listening, picturing what he was doing. Thinking there was a small chance she might be getting pleasure from the sounds of him jerking off was enough of an aphrodisiac that if he was a weaker man he would have gotten off right then.
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This was wrong, yet here Maya was, not moving, and trying to hear what was happening on the other side of the door like her life depended on it. She couldn’t even blame her arousal and what she was doing right now on the wine she’d had at dinner, on the fact she was acting vulnerable, as Marius had said. Because although she was feeling warm and lightheaded, was hurting because she spoke of her parents, she knew what she was doing.
She stared at the door, heard the water splash slightly before feet on the wood flooring could be heard coming closer to her. Her breathing became even shorter, more labored. Her pussy was wet, her nipples hard under her oversized t-shirt, and all she could think about was Marius on the other side of that door with nothing on, the water sliding over his hard body.
She’d stayed in her room, having gone there after Marius had pushed her away. But she knew he was trying to be the good guy right now. What he didn’t understand was that she needed this, wanted to be with him, not because she was sad, but because she wanted to be close.
This arousal she had for Marius was like a flame inside of her, growing brighter, hotter with each passing day. She swore she could hear him breathing on the other side, and although she planned on staying right there, telling him how she felt, she turned around and went back in her room. Closing her eyes and standing in the center of the room, all she could think about was wanting Marius, feeling like she was meant to be here with him, experiencing this with him.
She breathed out and wrapped her arms around her waist, but just as she was about to head to bed, to put all of this behind her and face tomorrow with fresh eyes, there was a knock on her bedroom door.
Turning, she watched as it opened. Marius stood there in nothing but a towel draped around his narrow hips. He was toned, not bulky, but lean, defined.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
She swallowed, her throat dry, tight. “I’m fine.”
But she wasn’t. Having him so close, seeing his body glistening in the candlelight, the fresh moisture clinging to his form, had her so heated she couldn’t even breathe.
“Good, because I don’t want you to think I was disregarding you.” He took a step closer. The door started slowly closing on its own once he wasn’t holding it anymore, and her heart beat faster as they became locked in her room, so to speak.
“I’m okay.” Her words came out tight, and she knew he could tell she was still so aroused. But then again when she lowered her gaze to his chest, and lower still, she could see he was sporting a massive erection behind his towel.
“Good,” he said again, and moved closer.
“But I want you to know I didn’t try to kiss you because I was too drunk, or because talking about my parents made me desperate for human contact.” Maya found herself moving back a step. “I tried to kiss you because I wanted to.”
He seemed frozen for a moment, and then moved a step closer. “That’s what I feared, why I pushed you away.”
She shook her head. “I know you thought that, and that’s why I wanted to clear it up.” She swallowed again. Why was her throat so dry all of a sudden?
He moved closer still, and that’s when she scented the soap coming from him. The baths nowadays were cold, unless she had the time to heat the water up, and wanted it to be “luxurious”. Anymore she just washed and got out, not caring that she was shivering by the time it was said and done. Hell, she didn’t even care if it was cold outside and she went for a swim, especially when the weather wasn’t frigid yet.
“I wanted you, Maya. I want to be the ‘good guy’ for you, but I don’t know if I can be.”
She licked her lips. “You are a good guy.” She moved back another step until the wall stopped her. She was breathing hard now, her pussy wet, her nipples hard. He was close enough now that she felt his warm breath moving along her hair.
“Did you feel the same for me?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yes,” she whispered.
And then he had his mouth on hers and kissed her hard and with possession. It was exactly what she’d envisioned a kiss from Marius would feel like.
Chapter Ten
Marius was so hard. His cock throbbed behind the towel, and all he wanted to do was rip her fucking clothes away and bottom out inside of her. A groan left him at the image that thought conjured up. The only thing that mattered right now was this woman, this sweet, soft woman that was opening her mouth a
nd stroking her tongue against his. He knew she’d seen the erection he sported, knew it turned her on. He’d seen her reaction, the way her breathing changed, her nipples hardened, and her mouth parted.
Marius reached out and took her nape in his hand, pulling her forward. Maya gasped when her chest slammed into his. She braced her hands on his pecs and curled her nails into his flesh. He hissed out for how good it felt.
His cock jerked from the softness of her, from the scent of lemons that came from her, and at the way she broke the kiss and looked up at him with wide, vibrant eyes. Lowering his head toward hers again, he claimed her mouth, licked and sucked at her tongue when she opened for him, and groaned against her lips.
“I need you.”
“I need you, too” she moaned.
He didn’t break their kiss as he reached between their bodies with one hand and all but tore her oversized shirt from her. He was a madman, a beast, and all he wanted was their naked bodies pressed together.
She was hot and sweet, and surrendered herself to him because she wanted this, no, needed it as much as he did. When she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, taking a step back was really damn hard, but she had control, had the power, even if he was the dominant one.
Marius looked his fill of her now nude body. She hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties, and the sight of her in the candlelight had his cock jerking. Christ, her body was a work of goddamned art.
“I want this, Marius. I really want this.”
He swallowed hard, and moved his hand down to rub his palm over his erection. The damn thing was liable to explode if he didn’t add a little bit of pressure to the bastard. He planned on jerking off in the bath, but he’d held off when he thought he heard her outside. Looking at her breasts, those big, glorious weights with the pink tips, had him wrapping his hand around his cock.
She gripped her breasts and held the huge mounds in her hands.
A low growl left him, and her eyes widened.
“I’m liable to come right now if you keep touching yourself.”
“Don’t do that,” she whispered. “It would be over before it started.”
He groaned again, and heard the soft noise that came from her. Maya pulled the towel away as if she were frantic. And then they both stood with nothing on, their body heat moving between each other. Marius took a step back and had his fill of her body once more. Possessive need slammed into him that this woman was giving herself to him, only to him. He was about to claim her in a way he’d never done with another female, in a way he probably never would again.
He moved closer to her again, and her breathing changed. Her breasts rose and fell because of the action, her nipples seeming to tighten further. Maya’s breasts were a handful, the peaks a light pink color. Marius’s mouth watered.
Damn, he was hard.
He lowered his gaze to her pussy, one with a thatch of short, dark hair covering it. But before he could move toward her again she was lowering herself to her knees in front of him. Marius was stunned at first, frozen in place. He parted his lips and breathed in deeply when she took his cock in her hand and stared at it.
“Maya…” He breathed her name out, not sure what to say. This certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. His voice was strained, his arousal growing.
“Is this too much, me being too forward?” she asked softly, her voice a mixture of heat and arousal.” She lifted her gaze to his face, and licked her lips.
“Maya, you don’t have to be on your knees in front of me.” His voice shook a little, and although he said she didn’t have to do this, the fact she was going to suck his cock had pre-cum spilling out of the tip of him.
“I want to do this. I’m hungry for you.”
Cupping the side of her face, he smoothed his fingers over her parted lips. Neither said anything else. Maya leaned forward, her warm breath brushing along his cock. A strangled noise left him when she parted her lips further, and took the head into the hot, wet confines of her mouth. Marius reached out and wrapped his hand around her hair, closed his eyes, and let his head fall back as pleasure coursed through him. She took as much as she could, hollowed out her cheeks, and relaxed her throat.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned the words out. “I might come from this alone, and I don’t want it to end.”
She made a humming noise around him, and he groaned. The head of his erection nudged the back of her throat, but she didn’t give up when she slightly gagged. Over and over she brought him to the brink of getting off, but it was when she reached down and took his balls in one hand and gave them a squeeze, that Marius felt the tendrils of climax start at his spine.
No, he couldn’t let this end right now, not even when filling her mouth with his seed would be hot as fuck.
Taking hold of her shoulders and moving back until his cock slipped free of her mouth, he helped her to stand. The sound of his dick coming free from the tight suction of her lips sounded erotic as hell. Her lips were swollen and red, glossy from his pre-cum and her saliva. A surge of possession, of need to own this woman, slammed into him.
Marius grabbed her nape and pulled her forward until their lips crashed together. He took her mouth in a brutal kiss at the same time he used his body to press her against the wall again. He moved the hand that was on her neck down her back and curled his fingers into her ass. The feel of her fleshy mounds had Marius groaning against her lips.
He panted, and squeezed her ass cheek again. He had his other hand wrapped loosely against her throat, keeping her stable as he fucked her mouth. He knew he needed to back off or he’d come from this alone. Marius wanted to be in her tight, wet pussy when they both got off.
“I want you now, Marius,” she said against his lips.
He slid his hand between the cheeks of her ass, moved his fingers through her slit, and felt his cock jerk at the fact she was soaked for him. He teased her pussy hole while still kissing her, then shoved that digit inside of her. She rose on her toes and gasped.
Marius pulled back and stared into her face. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing fast. “You ready, baby?”
She opened her eyes and nodded.
Using his hand that had been cupping her throat, he slid it down her body and grabbed the back of her knee. Bringing the limb up to his waist, he curled it around her body. She kept it there, her hot pussy right against his cock.
Holding her gaze with his, he reached between their bodies, took hold of his dick, and stroked the fucker a few times. Marius placed the tip on her cleft, and started rubbing it along her pussy, spreading her lips open wider with the crown. Fuck, he wanted to just thrust inside of her. He didn’t know why he was tormenting them.
“I need you inside of me, Marius.”
He grunted at those words and at the fact she was scorching hot along his length.
“I need you to fuck me.”
He rested his forehead against hers. “You’re fucking killing me here.” But he didn’t make her wait. Placing the tip of his shaft at her pussy hole, he stared in Maya’s eyes as he thrust into her in one fluid motion. Her mouth opened, she rested her head back against the wall, and they both groaned. Marius reached under her ass with his other hand, and in one move had her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and the movement caused her pussy to slide down even further on his dick. He was so deep inside of her his balls were pressed to her ass.
She dug her heels into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on. Marius couldn’t stand still for her to get used to his size. He started thrusting in and out of her, trying to go slow, but the need in him was taking control. She was wet, soaking, and squeezing him like a vise.
“God, Marius.”
He grunted. “Your pussy is so primed for me.”
“You’re so big.” She moaned against his mouth. “You’re stretching me so much.”
She was so tight, so fucking tight it hurt. He moved at a slower pace in and out of her, and felt her inner muscles milkin
g him, drawing out his cum. He’d have to be smart, be careful, and pull out before he came inside of her. They didn’t need a baby right now, didn’t need to bring a child into this world the way it was.
“Fucking hell, Maya.” Holding her tight, he pulled her away from the wall, carrying her weight, and turned to walk toward the bed. Once there he laid her on the mattress, his cock still buried deep in her cunt.
He pulled out and pushed another inch into her. The gasp that she let out had him groaning and tensing, holding off from coming. He leaned back, took hold of her legs, and pushed them out as wide as they could go. “Brace yourself on the mattress, baby. Let me see all of you.”
She placed her feet flat and gripped the blankets beneath her. Marius was riveted to the sight of her pussy stretched wide around his dick, at the pink color, the slickness that covered her and his length.
Her eyes were barely open, her chest rising and falling and causing her breasts to shake from the force of it.
Curling his fingers into the soft skin of her thighs, and moving them toward her pussy, he framed her and thrust the rest of his dick into her until his balls slammed against her ass. He was fully in her, every long inch of him deep in her body. Marius started to slowly pump in and out of her, working his cock deeper, harder into her. Her clit was swollen, as if begging for attention.
He placed his thumb on the little nub, rubbing it back and forth until she writhed under him, and then he increased his thrusting. In and out he pumped his cock, slamming his shaft into her tight pussy, and loving that she gasped and cried out. Soon the sloppy sound of her wet cunt sucking at his cock filled the room, and the smell of their sex slammed into his nose. He felt desperate, like if he didn’t have all of her he’d die.
Fuck, he was close to coming.
She moaned again, and reached up to grab his biceps, digging her nails into his skin.