Page 46 of Embraced in Ink

“My God. I didn’t know you were so dirty.”

“There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me, Bristol Montgomery. Are you ready to learn some?”

She looked at him then and nodded, her eyes dark, her pupils dilated. “Always.”

And then they were on each other again, scrambling for each other’s clothes. He tugged at her dress, pulling it over her head. Her shoes were still on, but he didn’t fucking care. She tugged at his shirt, the buttons flying free, and they laughed, all while kissing, licking, touching. She undid his belt, and then he was toeing off his shoes, his pants down around his ankles.

He cursed, then reached down to get a condom out of his pocket. She raised her brows.

“I’m always going to be safe with you, damn it. And you know my dad has been throwing condoms at me since I was like fourteen.”

Bristol laughed. “My mom’s been doing the same.”

“And that’s enough mentioning them right now,” he said and then sheathed his dick.

Her eyes moved down the length of him, and he squeezed the base of his cock, cupping his balls.

“You know, I’ve felt the line before. I’ve sort of seen an outline whenever you wear those very sexy gray pants. I’m pretty sure you’re a grower and a show-er.”

He grinned, then moved forward. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And then his lips were on hers again, his dick pressed between them. She was still wearing her lacy bra and panty set and her heels, looking fucking sexy as hell.

“Keep the heels on,” he ordered, and then he shoved her panties to the side and played with her again, using his thumb along her clit as he slowly rubbed her seam. She arched for him, her shoulders pressed against the wall, and she leaned in to his touch.

He fucked her with his hand as he lowered the cups of her bra so he could lick her rosy pink nipples.

They were tight buds on precious skin and begged for his mouth.

So, he licked, he sucked, and he wanted more.

“Are you going to come for me, Bristol?” he asked, his voice low. Bristol shook against him.

“Marcus,” she whispered, and then he plunged into her with his fingers, playing with her clit as he did, his mouth on her nipples.

She shattered around him, her pussy clamping around his fingers, but he kept going, and then he fell to his knees, needing to taste her, lap her up.

“Marcus!”

“Shh, baby. Let me take care of you.”

And then his mouth was on her, and he was drowning in her taste. She was sweet, like honey, and he needed her. He slid one leg over his shoulder, and her other leg started to shake, so he kept his hand on her thigh, holding her steady. He used his free hand to spread her before he licked and sucked, lashing his tongue over her clit.

“How are you so good at that?”

“All for you, baby,” he whispered, and she laughed before she called out his name, her pussy clamping around him again as he sucked off her clit as she came.

And then he was on his feet, his hands on her thighs as he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall.

“Marcus,” she whispered.

He looked at her and swallowed hard. “Are you ready?” he asked, suddenly a little worried, a bit shy.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her hands on his face. Then he slid inside her, slowly at first, inch by inch, their gazes never breaking, both of them holding their breath as if they’d been waiting for this moment for longer than either of them cared to admit.

Suddenly, he was fully seated, her body stretching to take him in, her legs shaking as she wrapped her calves around his back. He moved one hand so he could cup her face, wiping tears from under her eyes, knowing he wasn’t hurting her, but that this was something different. Something he hadn’t expected.