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Octavia rose steadily, wondering if she was ready for whatever Marcus had to give her. The look in his eyes told her that he would give her more than she bargained for and she couldn't wait to experience it.
Marcus rested his hands on her hips and guided Octavia back towards the door. He leaned in once again and pressed a kiss to her lips before traveling downward. Octavia sighed as Marcus nipped at her neck, his tongue caressing the dip in her collarbone before moving on. She loved the way he made her feel. She sucked in a breath as Marcus' lips teased her nipple. She felt as if he was trying to memorize her body with his tongue. Every bump and ridge of her nipple was subject to his probing and when he finished with one, he moved onto the other, gripping it between his lips as his tongue moved swiftly, repeatedly across it.
Octavia's hands tightened in the long strands of Marcus' hair. She couldn't decide if she should press him closer to her breast or if she should pull him away, the sensations he was creating were becoming too much, but at the same time, it was not enough.
He left her nipples, his mouth covering the ground between it and her belly button. With a quick mischievous mile, Marcus dipped his tongue into her navel and followed up blowing a raspberry on the side of Octavia's belly. Octavia giggled and squirmed away from his mouth.
Marcus unzipped her jeans and quickly rid her of them. A quick pause and a slow breath were all that stood between him and revealing the thing that he had been fantasizing about since he first laid eyes on Octavia. Marcus chuckled to himself, he never thought he would be in this position, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was going to enjoy this gift.
With a finger on each side, Marcus pulled down her green lacy panties with all the reverence he could muster at the moment. He watched as her pussy, wet and glistening, was uncovered. He let go of a breath that he had held since the moment his finger hooked into the waistband of Octavia's panties. She was beautiful, laid bare before him, as if she was inviting him to come and play in her treasures.
For a moment, he was speechless. He let her underwear drop to the floor and when his eyes met hers, he knew exactly what to say.
"Octavia, may I?"
Marcus almost laughed out loud. It wasn't really his nature to ask before taking, but Octavia made him want to make their sexual encounter about her and her pleasure, not just about him and what he wanted. He wanted to analyze the feeling more, to compare it to how he felt about his ex-wife when he was making love to her, but he didn't want to cheapen his experience with Octavia. He would focus on her now, making sure to give her enough pleasure to keep her coming back. There would be plenty of time in the future to think about how she surpassed his ex-wife in every way.
"Please, Marcus. I need you," Octavia answered, her chest heaving. Her breathing became heavier the closer Marcus came to her pussy. Octaiva found herself hoping that he would bury his face in there. She was afraid that she would die of anticipation if he didn't do it sometime soon.
Marcus took another moment to gaze upon her folds, taking in the way that they glistened with Octavia's nectar. He enjoyed the shades of color that were present. From the brown that matched her skin tone to the deep red of her clit, it seemed like a visual paradise to him and he couldn't wait to make an oral exploration of his own personal Shangri-la.
Octavia could feel his breath caressing her clit. She wanted to grab his head and grind it into her dripping wet cunt, but she waited for him to make his move, because he had waited for her. She made a mental note to thank her sister for convincing her to come over to Marcus' room to talk, although talking didn't seem to be high on either of their list of priorities right then.
Octavia was jolted out of her thoughts as Marcus' tongue made contact with her pussy. 'Oh my gosh, did my knees just buckle? Thank goodness I'm propped up against this door. I'd hate to be in a puddle on Marcus' floor,' Octavia thought before turning her attention back to what was going on between her legs.
Marcus was busy trying to taste every inch of her. His tongue probed and his teeth gently nipped as he tried to find the most sensitive spots. He wanted to know how to leave his princess quaking, he wanted to find ways to reduce her to nothing more than a quivering mass in his arms and he would, through exploring her and gaging her reactions. He felt a swelling of male pride when Octavia let loose a long moan before burying her hands in his hair and pressing him into her pussy. Marcus found himself loving the fact that she was so responsive and that she wasn't afraid to be vocal. He had worried that she might be inhibited in the bedroom, but he was finding that she was everything that he wanted and more.
"That's it, baby, show me where you want it," Marcus growled before burying his head between her thighs once more.
Octavia guided him with the clumps of hair that she held until he touched the spot that made her want to jump. She pulled him closer before crying out, "Right there, Marcus. Please. Right there."
Marcus obliged her, homing in on the area with his tongue until he felt her climbing closer to her climax and eased off. He wanted hear her beg some more. It was time for him to move to her hole, tracing it before plunging in. Octavia literally squealed as he tongue fucked her.
Octavia couldn't manage to be embarrassed by the noises that she was making. It was hard enough just trying to stand upright, let alone control the words and sounds coming out of her mouth. She wriggled in his grasp, trying to get away and trying to fuck his face at the same time. "Marcus, please..."
