She Came For The Stars, Stayed For His Mouth (ii)

💦Chapter 2💦

Elena rose and sank on his cock in a steady rhythm that let her feel every thick inch. Marcus’s hands settled on her waist, guiding without forcing. His eyes never left the place where their bodies joined.

“That’s it,” he said. “Use me, show me how wet you still are.”

She braced her palms on his chest and increased the pace. The angle let him strike a place deep inside that sent bright sparks up her spine with every downward stroke. Marcus lifted his hips to meet her, matching her rhythm. One hand slid between them to circle her clit.

“I can feel you tightening,” he murmured. “Do not hold back, cum on my cock.”

Elena shattered, her cunt milking him in hard, rhythmic spasms. Marcus held her hips and thrust upward through the climax, prolonging it until she collapsed forward against his chest. He wrapped both arms around her and continued to fuck her from below with short, deep strokes while she trembled.

When the aftershocks eased he rolled them so she lay beneath him. He remained hard inside her. Elena stared up at him.

“Again?” she whispered.

“Again.” He withdrew almost completely, then pushed back in with one long, deliberate thrust. “The night is long and I intend to ruin you thoroughly before first light.”

He set a slower, deeper rhythm, almost languid, yet every stroke reached the end of her. His mouth found her breast and sucked while he moved while Elena’s hands tangled in his hair. The pleasure built differently now—less sharp, more pervasive, a rolling heat that filled every nerve.

Marcus lifted his head. “Tell me what you want.”

“Harder,” she answered. “Please.”

He gave it to her and the platform creaked beneath them. His thrusts grew powerful and relentless as he hooked one of her knees higher and drove even deeper. Elena’s next orgasm arrived without warning, tearing a raw cry from her throat. Marcus followed almost immediately, grinding against her as he pulsed inside her once more.

They stayed joined afterward, sweat cooling on their skin. Marcus brushed damp hair from her temple and kissed her with lingering thoroughness.

“Catch your breath,” he said. “I am going to put my mouth on you again, and then I am going to fuck you until you forget every constellation you ever learned.”

Elena’s legs shifted restlessly beneath him, the promise in his voice sent a fresh pulse of heat through her. She reached up and traced the line of his lower lip with her thumb.

“I am counting on it.”

Marcus slipped free of her body and kissed a slow path down her throat, between her breasts, across her stomach. He settled between her thighs, draped both legs over his shoulders, and dragged his tongue through the mixed slickness of their releases. Elena’s back arched. He licked into her with focused hunger, fucked her with his tongue, and sealed his mouth over her overstimulated clit until another climax rolled through her in long, shuddering waves.

Only then did he rise, stroke himself twice, and push back inside her. The angle was intimate and deep. He braced on his forearms and fucked her with measured, powerful strokes while he watched her face.

“You feel even tighter after coming that many times,” he said. “I could stay buried in you until the sky lightens.”

She answered by tightening around him deliberately. Marcus’s control slipped, his rhythm grew harder, the wet slap of skin louder. He reached between them and rubbed her clit without mercy.

“Give me another. Now.”

She shattered again, her cunt clenching around him in rhythmic spasms. Marcus drove deep and came with her, the heat of his release flooding her once more. He collapsed forward, catching most of his weight on his elbows, and pressed his forehead to hers while their breathing slowed.

Elena’s fingers traced the damp line of his spine. Marcus kissed the corner of her mouth, then the upper slope of her breast.

“On your hands and knees,” he said quietly. “I want to take you from behind while you look at the stars.”

She obeyed. He moved behind her, notched the head of his cock against her entrance, and entered in one continuous thrust that forced a broken moan from her throat. His hands gripped her hips as he began to move—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside her. One hand reached around to stroke her clit in time with his thrusts.

“You take me so well,” he said. “Every time I push in, your cunt grips me like it never wants me to leave.”

Elena pushed back to meet him, the wet sound of their bodies filled the quiet platform. Marcus kept the rhythm controlled and complete until her next climax seized her. He groaned and drove through it, forcing the pleasure higher until her voice carried across the empty ridge.

He withdrew, turned her onto her back once more, and hooked her knees over his elbows. The new position left her completely open. He pushed inside again and fucked her with steady power, eyes locked on hers.

“Look at me while I fill you,” he ordered. “I want to see your face when you come on my cock this time.”

She obeyed. The intensity in his gaze matched the force of his thrusts. He reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles. The orgasm that followed tore through her harder than any before; her back arched and her voice broke. Marcus followed with a low, guttural sound, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied into her yet again.

They remained locked together afterward, breathing hard. Marcus eased out of her and gathered her against his chest. The stars still burned bright above them. He stroked one hand down her back in slow, soothing passes.

“Rest for a moment,” he murmured. “Then I am going to spread you open and make you come on my tongue until you beg me to stop, after that I will fuck you one last time before the sky begins to change.”

Elena lifted her head and met his eyes. The hunger there had not diminished.

“I will not beg you to stop,” she said.

Marcus’s mouth curved. “We shall see.”

He kissed her again, thorough and unhurried, while one hand slid between her thighs and gathered the thick evidence of everything they had already done. Two fingers pushed inside her, curling, preparing her for whatever he intended next. Elena’s hips moved against his hand of their own accord.

The night remained long, the valley still dark, and Marcus showed no sign of finished desire.