His mouth clamped on my c**t, and he sucked it into his mouth. I moaned, running my fingers through his glorious hair, watching him eat me out with hungry eyes. He looked me in the eye the entire time, and I wanted to cry, because I knew no other man could make me feel the way he did. I felt like a peach, dripping nectar directly into his mouth. The orgasm crept up on me. One moment I was enjoying his strokes, my body shivering on his bed, and the next each and every one of my muscles clenched, tightened, and tensed, my eyes falling shut as I cried out his name.
"Marcus.....!"
It took me almost a full minute to come down from the post-orgasmic fog, and by the time I sobered up, he was already nudging my legs apart, and angling his c**k into me, watching as his tip slid in.
I looked up a
