A Chance at Love

Chapter Two

#Lunas POV

He lifted me up against him, and my legs wrapped around his waist. It was thrilling the way he held me, like I didn't weigh as much as I knew I did, like it didn't bother him. Before I knew it, he was carrying me, and I couldn't hold back the yelp of surprise that he swallowed as he kept kissing me. The way he grips my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh through my jeans is enough to make me almost come undone. As he carries me, I tug at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, just as he lowers me onto the bed gently, breaking our kiss as he pulls back slightly. He leans over me, hands moving from my ass to the front of my jeans, his fingers working on my jean buttons.

"Do you have condoms?" I asked, breathless, as my hands moved along his bared chest, the light dusting of hair that ran from his stomach up to the center of his chest, tickling my fingers.

Marcus pulled back, taking a ragged breath. A look of frustration crossed his face as he looked up and over at his luggage. "If I don't, I swear, I'll move heaven and earth to get one. Don't move!" He growled as he pulled away and moved across the room with long, determined strides. I watched him jerk open his bags, his back to me. As he searches, I kick off my shoes and lift my hips, struggling out of my jeans and panties, pulling them off excitedly. Sitting up slightly, my hand reaches around my back, and I undo the clasp of my bra, sliding it down my arms before pulling it away and tossing it onto the floor.

When he turns back around, holding a single condom like a trophy, his smile of success falters and shifts into one of desire. I propped myself up on my elbows, legs spread, and knees raised slightly, giving him a full view of everything I had to offer. Normally, I would have been trying to cover myself, but something about Marcus gave me a confidence I'd rarely had before. His gaze travels over my body, drinking me in, from my toes, up my legs; his eyes burning into me as his eyes settle on the dark curls between my legs. But he doesn't stop, moving closer to me as his eyes continue up. Along the left side of my torso, from my hip to just under my breast, is an intricate tattoo, line work and symbols of Taino culture.

"F**k," he growls, "you're bloody gorgeous." Stalking towards me, Marcus reaches down, undoing his belt and pants as he kicks off his own shoes. "Spread your legs wider."

I take a ragged breath, releasing it shakily, complying. I bend my knees more, angling them out as I spread myself for him. His eyes darken, and he pushes down his pants, stepping out of them as he finishes removing his shirt. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, he was toned, muscular and his c*ck was large and thick. My eyes widen, and my nostrils flare as I take him in. Licking my lips, I raise my gaze to his and bite my lip, grinning.

Marcus didn't hesitate, climbing onto the bed, coming up between my legs. With an almost aggressive jerk, his hands anchor behind my knees, and he pulls me towards him, causing me to lose balance and fall onto my back. I chuckle, but it's cut short when one of his hands moves down my calf before grabbing my ankle gently as he pulls my foot up to his mouth. His tongue traces the arch of my sole, before moving between each of my toes as he sucks on each of my little digits. I gasped, the sensation new. No one has ever shown my feet the kind of attention he is giving them now, and it gave me chills.

As if sensing my thoughts, he grins down at me. "Like that?"

I can only nod, and he moves to my other foot, lavishing it with the same attention. By the time his lips found the soft flesh of my inner thighs, he'd licked every inch of my leg, from my ankles to my knees, his lips hot and his kisses wet. And his hands, they were everywhere, trailing along my skin in deliberately slow and agonizingly light movements. I almost come off the bed as his nose nuzzles against the hair between my legs and I can hear his deep inhale. Before I can react, his tongue darts out and his hands spread me. I moan in pleasure at the first flick of his tongue. Within moments, his entire mouth is pressed against me as he licks and sucks on my cl*t. Fingers press against my opening, teasing me as his mouth works me into a wet mess. I can feel vibrations against my sensitive flesh as he groans in pleasure, then, his finger enters me, followed by another. I arch against him as he works in tandem, driving me closer and closer to the edge of release. The room is filled with the sounds of both of our moans.

When his fingers hook inside me, I cry out and reach out over my head, grabbing at the sheets as I cling to them for dear life. "Marcus...yes!" I moan, rolling my hips. Then, I hit my peak, climaxing. My entire body shakes and convulses with my release and I can feel my muscles tighten around his fingers inside me. He doesn't relent, though, working me in a way that prolongs my orgasm to the point of making me scream in intense pleasure.

As I slowly come down, he pulls his fingers from me, his mouth, and then proceeds to trail kisses up my body. I can smell my s****l musk in the surrounding air, and it only heightens my desire. His mouth on my breasts feels amazing, his tongue using the same patterns against the stiff peaks of my n*****s as he did on my cl*t. I half pulled, half leaned up and brought his lips to mine, tasting myself. "I need you inside me, Marcus. No more foreplay." I say, my voice husky with need.

He doesn't argue, pulling back only long enough to rip the condom open and slide it on. In the next instant, he's pushing inside me and I wrap my legs around him. My hips roll against his as he thrusts into me, slowly at first, then with more need and power. Each time he bottoms out, we both moan and grunt. His hands travel along my ribs, my breasts, before finding my face and pulling me into another passionate and claiming kiss. When I come undone again, he follows behind .

And for the first time, in a long time, I fell asleep in a man's arms. Completely content and sated.