Katie liked watching him explore her. She could tell he appreciated the lace but Marcus really was a simple man. Naked and wet was pretty much how he preferred her and that was fine with Katie. It was easy enough for her to comply with that. Sighing, Katie watched his mouth latch on to the aching peak of her breast, letting out a groan of discontent when he released it and his lips moved downward, brushing over the soft, sensitive skin of her stomach. His fingers were rough and left goosebumps down their chosen path. There was something slightly different about this time. She wasn't sure if it was because of her chosen confession and the fact that he hadn't let her leave or if it was just... them.
Her hips lifted on their own accord, letting him strip her bare, watching his dark hair move to settle between her thighs. She braced herself on the counter, giving Marcus access to her, letting her leg hook comfortably over his shoulder as he brushed his tongue to her center. Katie gasped, responding easily to the low groan he made against her. His lips were soft, surprisingly gentle as he started his exploration. Katie shivered, hips arching into his mouth as he began to tease her.
Her breath began to hitch, feeling the steady rise of pleasure build. She loved it when he did this. Really, she loved it when he did anything to her. It was one of those moments where she would never expect to be here. To let Marcus Flint do this to her. "Please, Marcus," she begged. "i need-" He knew what she needed. It was entirely too much. "More."