Marcus led Lena down the short hallway, his hand firm on the small of her back. The bedroom was dim, lit only by the streetlight filtering through half-drawn blinds. He pushed her onto the king-sized bed, then climbed over her, caging her body with his. His mouth found her breasts, sucking one nipple hard while his fingers pinched the other. Lena arched, spreading her legs so he could settle between them.
He kissed lower, tongue tracing the line of her hip before he flipped her onto her stomach. Marcus spread her cheeks and licked a slow stripe over her asshole, making her gasp. He worked two fingers into her pussy again while his tongue circled her tight rim. Lena pushed back against his face, moaning into the sheets. When she was dripping, he replaced his tongue with a slick thumb, pressing just inside while he lined his cock up again.
This time he took her slower, letting her feel every inch as he sank deep. His thumb stayed buried in her ass, moving in shallow thrusts that made her clench around both intrusions. “You like that,” he growled, voice low. Lena could only nod, hips rolling to meet him. Marcus picked up the pace, fucking her with long, powerful strokes while his free hand reached under to rub her clit.
She came again, harder than before, a gush of wetness soaking the sheets beneath them. Marcus pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and pushed her knees to her chest. He entered her again in one thrust, the new angle hitting her G-spot perfectly. Lena’s hands clawed at his shoulders. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her breasts. Every thrust punched a broken moan from her throat.
Marcus leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He reached between them to pinch her clit, rolling it between his fingers. Lena’s fourth orgasm tore through her, vision whiting out as her walls fluttered around him. Marcus followed seconds later, pulling out at the last moment and stroking himself over her stomach, thick ropes of cum painting her skin. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess, smearing it across her clit until she twitched from overstimulation.
They collapsed together, breathing hard. Marcus’s fingers traced lazy circles on her thigh. Lena turned her head and met his eyes. Neither of them spoke. The night was far from over.
