Eloise gasped when they pulled up to a large colonial style home with a front porch and two car garage. She could see two rocking chairs along with a porch swing, the door was painted a deep hunter green with matching trim and shutters around the windows.
“This is beautiful,” she said, opening her door and shivering from the blast of cold air.
“Thank you, my brothers and I built it when I moved here,” he explained, taking her hand and walking her to the front door.
“You built this?” she asked, looking up at him in awe.
“With help from my brothers, my two older brothers own construction companies, they were kind enough to come out last summer and help me build. I can do the hard labor, but am not skilled in drawing up the plans, Travis is the brains at drawing up plans, Clyde is a good leader for the crew. I was just the muscle following orders and helping anywhere I could. I did make most of the furniture myself, that is something I wanted to do on my own.” He pushed open the door and her breath caught. The inside of the house was beautiful, she felt right at home in the open floor plan. She could see the massive kitchen, and large living room with a beautiful gray stone fireplace. To the left of the door looked to be a study or office, the door was open and she could see a desk covered in paper. Marcus jumped around her and pulled it shut, his face showing off a deep blush.
“I didn’t anticipate you coming over, I didn’t have a chance to clean up my office,” he explained, she touched him on the arm and replied,
“You saw my apartment covered in grading papers. I am not judging. What I saw was a man who works hard and doesn’t worry about how his desk looks, but cares about the men in his employ.” Taking off her coat, she handed it to him, he placed it on the hook next to his own. She smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him, it felt natural to comfort him and she was rewarded with him deepening the kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth to perform a mating dance with her own, moaning softly she leaned into his warm body. His hands settled on her hips, his fingers finding the space between her sweater and jeans touching her skin. She shivered and pressed closer to him, fire spreading through her body settling in her core. Slipping her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck she tugged gently. He broke the kiss, only to place nips down her neck settling where her pulse beat underneath her skin. She gasped when he sucked gently, a bolt of lightning racing through her body making her heart race.
“Marcus,” she whispered, she didn’t know what she wanted him to do, only not stop making her feel amazing.
“Eloise, can I have you?” his voice a hoarse whisper, his fingers had slipped up under her sweater brushing the underside of her breasts through her bra.
“God yes,” she moaned, delighted when his hands pushed her shirt up and over her head and with help her bra came off next. His mouth found one of her nipples and she cried out as his tongue rolled her nipple around. His hands massaging her breasts, he moved to her other nipple sucking until it came to a tight peak and biting down gently. She moaned, her breasts were incredibly sensitive and she loved having them played with. Marcus pushed her until her back met the cool wall. The coldness of the wall sent goosebumps racing down her body.
“Marcus,” she moaned, and he looked up from sucking on her breasts. His eyes had darkened and widened to take on a bear like facial structure.
“Your breasts are beautiful, I could suck on them all day,” he told her, she wanted more. Her hands tugged at his shirt, he eagerly let her take it off. Her eyes widened with surprise, his body looked as if a sculptor had made him, his chest and abs were chiseled, she could trace the lines in between each one. She did just that, pushing him back, she captured his mouth with her own and let her hands map out his upper body. At first her touches were feather light, until he growled into her mouth and pulled her closer.
Her hands dipped low to the waistband of his jeans and stopped. Marcus’ hands slid down to her own jeans and undid the button along with her zipper. He pushed her jeans down, she helped wiggling her hips until her jeans pooled at her feet. Kicking off her shoes and socks she stepped out of her jeans, clad only in her light pink cotton undies. She hadn’t known she would be disrobing in front of anyone today, internally berating herself she waited for Marcus’ reaction. Their eyes connected and he smirked.
“You are beautiful.” Stepping forward she reached for his pants, he’d kicked off his shoes and socks while she was taking off her own. With shaking hands, she undid the button and pulled down the zipper. She hadn’t been with a man in over a year and suddenly she was nervous.
“Eloise,” Marcus moaned, she took that as a good sign and pushed his pants down to the floor. He stepped out of them, scooped her up into his arms striding over to the couch. He set her down and knelt, kissing her right knee, then inner thigh, she groaned when he passed over the very heat of her desire and kissed his way down to her other knee. Taking a deep breath, he groaned,
“You smell delicious.” She hesitated and looked down at him, she’d showered that morning did she smell of her body wash?
“Can I?” he asked, she’d never had a man ask permission to remove her underwear before. Unable to find the words, she nodded and lifted her hips to help him pull her panties down to her ankles. He tossed them to the side and kissed up from her foot, licking from her knee to the top of her curls. She leaned back watching him part her lower lips and dart his tongue in to taste her. She gasped and moaned when he pulled her to the edge of the sofa, pushing her legs over his shoulders. His tongue licked from slit to clit twirling around her clit pushing against it. She couldn’t think, only feel as he used his tongue to pleasure her, sucking gently on her clit she moaned out loud pushing her hips closer to his face. He was making her feel like a queen by worshiping her, his fingers joined his tongue pushing into her very heat. He started with one long digit, curling it against her most sensitive spot, she bucked forward and he chuckled. A tension built in her lower abdomen the more he pumped inside her, his tongue never stopping his assault on her sensitive nub. Adding a second finger he began to stretch her, she moaned loving the feeling of being full, a third finger was added and she exploded. Her orgasm crashing over her body so hard she convulsed in his hands, her breath catching in her throat she gave a hoarse cry.
“I hope you aren’t done,” she commented, once she regained control of her body and voice. The orgasm he gave her hadn’t diminished her need for him, in fact it fueled the flames of her desire.
“Not even close,” he replied, reaching into the pocket of his jeans he produced a condom. She waved her hand for him to hand it to her, he did and she patted the couch.
“My turn,” she said, and knelt between his legs. She could see his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers and she wanted to make him feel just as good as he had her.
“You don’t have too, I didn’t do that to get…” he trailed off, when her hand dipped into the waistband of his boxers.
“I want to,” she replied, normally she didn’t enjoy going down on a man, but then again, most men she’d dated didn’t enjoy going down on her. She tugged at his boxers and with his help got them off of his body. His cock made her gasp, it was huge! Fully erect it lay against his stomach, the tip a bright red from his desire coursing through his veins. She reached out and ran a finger from the tip to his balls enjoying the hiss coming from his lips. She looked up to see his eyes trained on her hand, she stroked up and down pumping gently. Leaning forward she slipped just the tip into her mouth, her tongue twining around and rubbing underneath the sensitive head. His hand settled in her dark hair, gripping just enough for her to know he was doing his very best to control his bear. She went to work bobbing up and down taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. Her hand pumped the part she couldn’t get into her mouth.