MARCUS’ P O V
Felicia’s bouncing on my lap now, and the melody of her gentle cries was playing in my ears like a wonderful piece of music.
‘‘Marcus…’’ my name came out of her mouth. She continued to move her hips and fling her head back as she moaned.
‘‘You’re doing good, Felicia…’’ I said, trying to catch my breath. ‘‘You feel so f*****g amazing, baby…’’
I was getting breathless, despite the fact that she was the one doing all of the work. I won’t be able to hold back any longer.
‘‘Marcus…’’ Felicia looked into my eyes without stopping her movement.
I saw that her eyes had a slight amount of moisture in them. Her mouth opened slightly as she expelled a trembling breath. She appeared to be a supernatural being, almost like an angel.
‘‘I’m close again…’’ she admitted
