Lena woke an hour later to Marcus’s mouth between her thighs again. He licked her slowly, deliberately, building her up until she was writhing. This time he slid three fingers inside her, stretching her open while his tongue worked her clit. She came with a hoarse cry, thighs locked around his head.
Marcus moved up and fed his cock into her mouth. Lena took him greedily, sucking hard, tongue swirling over the head. He fucked her throat in shallow thrusts, one hand fisted in her hair. When he pulled back, he flipped her onto all fours once more. This time he pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, using her own wetness to ease the way. Lena pushed back, relaxing as he sank in inch by inch until his hips met her ass.
He fucked her ass with the same controlled power he’d used on her pussy, reaching around to rub her clit. Lena came again, the orgasm rolling through her in long, shuddering waves. Marcus kept going, pounding harder, until he pulled out and finished across her lower back with a guttural groan.
They fell asleep tangled together, skin sticky, bodies spent. By the time morning light crept through the blinds, Marcus was already hard again. Lena climbed on top, sinking down onto him in one smooth motion. She rode him slowly at first, then faster, hands braced on his chest. Marcus gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her until they both came one final time, her walls milking him as he emptied deep inside her.
Lena collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard. Marcus’s arms wrapped around her. Neither of them moved. The sun was rising, and the night had delivered exactly what they both needed.
