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It's a rainy afternoon in Polis.
They have the rest of the day for themselves and of course they make the most of it. Abby can't remember when's the last time she has had so much sex in the span of six days. But she can't have enough of Marcus' hands and lips and tongue on her skin, it's like she is addicted to this man and he is addicted to her. Thank god he is, because otherwise her hunger for him would be more than embarrassing.
They didn't have time for anything in the morning even though she woke up wanting him badly, but they both had early meetings that didn't leave them much choice but to ignore their desire for each other.
That's why she jumps him almost the second he comes back through the door to their room, mouth already glued to his. By the time they reach the bed they are both naked and she lets herself fall back on the mattress, her breasts bouncing with the movement. She waits for him to join her, but the idiot takes his time. He's drinking in every inch of her naked body, her cheeks burning at his intense stare. Another thing she can barely remember: The last time another man was staring at her like this. With so much desire and raw want. She's completely bared to him, his stare making herself feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time.
His fingertips dance along her shins, over her knees, bending them so her feet rest on the mattress. Abby looks down at him, his erection semi-hard but growing with every passing moment. Watching him grow hard just by looking at her sends a rush of wetness down to her pulsing core and she hopes she is wet enough for him to see as she lets her legs fall apart.
The deep groan he lets out is as good as a yes to her and his bold stare makes her even bolder.
Letting her right hand wander down between her legs she spreads her folds with her fingers and Marcus lets out a strangled noise which could be her name or anything else. She moans at her own wetness, smearing her juices over her outer lips with just the tips of her fingers.
“Abby...” Marcus shutters in a deep rumble, his hand closing around his shaft which she answers with a small whimper. They watch each other for a while, both staring down at the other one's hand, breathing heavily. Abby may have started this game but she is surely loosing it with every passing minute.
Since Marcus is already kneeling on the bed in front of her, she can easily grab his wrist and pull him towards her. He comes without a hesitation, hovering above her, taking her lips into a soft kiss and even though she knows for a long time Marcus has a gentle side she's still surprised sometimes at how tender he can be. She almost melts under him, his fingertips tickling the back of her thigh that is already hooked around his waist. Fingers running closer to where she needs them so bad she isn't even aware of his lips leaving hers until his hand stills completely on her skin and she opens her eyes.
“Everything okay?” she asks, her voice only a whisper in the darkened room.
“My mind just hasn't caught up with this I guess.”
“This?” she repeats with a smile.
“You here, wanting me, allowing me to kiss and touch you, that I am allowed to want you, that I can look at you now without feeling like a creep because my eyes linger a second longer than necessary. That I don't have to only dream about kissing your beautiful lips anymore.”
His confession makes her breath hitch, not having expected those words, again taken by surprise by the depth of this man.
Tracing his bottom lip with her thumb she can't hold back the smile that comes with her next words:”Did you dream of more than just kissing me?” He doesn't answer, an unsure look on his face, so she continues:”Because I did...”
Her confession is combined with a shy grin now and when she tries to cover it by biting her lower lip he realizes: Abby is flirting with him.
Fuck.
“I woke up wanting you so many times.” her husky voice is slowly taking his breath away and he wonders how many nights they woke up in different beds wanting each other.
His fingers start their journey again, completely on his own violation, pressing into the skin where they lingered on her leg.
“Me too.” Marcus finally confesses.
“Tell me.” Abby demands softly.
Marcus sighs into her neck, not sure he can form any more sentences while having her naked and so wanting underneath him. His fingers wander towards her wet folds, stroking along them and feeling her wetness.
“I dreamed of touching you like this.” he pants against her collarbone, tracing the edges with his lips and beard while his fingers slip through her slick sex, making her moan. “I dreamed of your sighs and moans...”
“Oh god, Marcus...” she whimpers at his touch and once again she started a game she definitely isn't going to win. Hearing his deepest desire affects her more than she expected, her own desire growing with every word he puffs against her skin. Two fingers slip inside her without a warning and she has to bite her lip hard to prevent herself from screaming.
Marcus' mouth nips at her breast, and she pushes his head where she needs him now. The moan she lets out when he captures her nipple between his lips almost undoes him.
There's something so erotic about Marcus Kane fingering her like this that she can feel herself slowly getting closer, she can already feel it building deep inside her.
“Harder...” she pleads and he hesitates for a second, leaving her nipple before looking at her. “Please!” she moans.
Marcus pushes himself up to kneel back on his heels which gives him more room to move. She opens her legs wider, giving him another hint on to how much she wants this.
He doesn't say a word when he speeds up, pushing the two digits harder and harder inside her and when he starts to curl his fingers she isn't able to thinks straight anymore.
He feels encouraged by her moans which seem louder or at least different to him than the times before so she really must like it a bit more rough, he thinks. That's why he never stops even though his wrist is killing him right now and when he feels something warm trickling down his hand he is sure his wounds are bleeding. But when he looks down at his hand sees something entirely different.
“Abby are you...?”
“Squirting, yes.” she pants breathlessly, “Don't stop, god don't stop.”
Marcus almost comes right on the spot, trying his best to stay in this rhythm that makes her come so uncontrolled but eventually she pushes his hand away and he is met with an even harder gush of her juices that soaks his front and the sheets. Abby is touching herself again while she's still leaking and this must be the most erotic thing he has ever seen in his entire life.
Abby is still breathing heavily when she becomes aware of her surroundings again, Marcus so close to her she can feel his breath on her neck. He's nuzzling her skin, his breath short and hot.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice a whisper against her ear.
Abby strokes through his hair.
“I am perfectly fine.” she reassures him, “Are you?”
“Pleasantly surprised.”
“Yeah?” she mumbles against his skin, not able to hold back a smile that is forming on her lips.
“Yes.” he tells her.
Relief washes over her because it has been in the back of her mind for quite some days now to talk to him about this. She knew it would happen eventually and she didn't want to spring this on him like it just happened now. Well, plans change.
They stroke each other lazily for a while even though she can feel the tension in Marcus body from holding back, his hard cock lying heavily against her inner thigh. She wraps her hand around his shaft and his head drops down on her shoulder with a deep groan.
His cock is still wet from her juices and she shivers.
“I want to make you come like this again.” he rasps, “But this time while I'm inside you.”
It's not exactly a question, yet he is waiting for an answer.
“Now?” she asks.
“Only if you want to, yes.”
When she moves from under him to push him off without answering he instantly regrets being that forward.
“Abby, I'm...” he trails off, the apology dying on his lips when he sees Abby kneeling on all fours in front of him.
“That's the easiest way for me to come like this.”
Oh god, Marcus thinks.
She just says that as if she's not in the sexiest position he has ever seen her in.
Following her, Marcus settles behind her all the while enjoying the view she is presenting him right now. He has seen all of her multiple times now but not from this angle. Just not like this and he doubts he's going to survive it.
His hands stroke over her back, along the ripples of her spine, and his eyes settle on her scars he gave her with the shocklashing. They have already talked about it, yet it still pierces his heart when he is reminded of that day and what he did to her. But he tries not to think about those dark days now, shoves the dark memory aside instead, and bends down to pepper small kisses along her upper back until he reaches her shoulder and neck.
“Keeping a girl waiting is never a good idea.” she says, electing a chuckle from him that rumbles through his whole body. With one last peck of his lips he straightens up, positions himself and slides home in one thrust.
He keeps his movement slow at first, enjoying every sound she makes, every whine she gives him, every moan he can elect from her when he thrusts deep. He tries to learn her body in this position just like he tried all the other times he made love to her.
Hoping it feels as good for her as it does for him, he speeds up, his breath already short and Abby's pants turn into sweet beautiful moans, encouraging him to go faster between each one. And he does, he pumps into her over and over just like she asked and suddenly it feels too good for him and he stops.
“God I was close.” Abby pants, reaching back to touch his thigh.
“Sorry.” he apologies for interrupting her without a warning and suddenly he is not sure at all if he is up for this. “I don't think I will last much longer.” he confesses, a blush creeping up his cheeks and he's glad Abby doesn't see it.
“Then just let go.” she starts moving away from him, letting his cock almost slip out of her until she pushes back against him, moaning when he fills her. “Please Marcus, I want you to come.”
God, this was definitely not how he planned this and he can't help himself but to start thrusting into her again. Not when she talks to him like that. He thrusts into her maybe six or seven times until he knows there's no going back now and when he wants to push deep into her for one last time she pulls away, his cock slipping out of her and she comes hard. He has reached the point of no return anyway, so he grips his erection and finishes himself off against the back of her thigh while her own juices trickle down between her legs.
*
“Can I ask you something?” she whispers lying beside him on the bed, after they cleaned themselves and got rid of the blanket.
“Anything.” he says, his fingers slowly tracing her soft skin on her shoulder.
“With how many other women did you have sex since we are down on earth?”
Marcus fingers stop at her question, searching for her eyes.
“What, so many?” she says with a smile one her face.
He turns on his side, facing her.
”None...”
Abby's smile turns serious as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She doesn't know what she expected but clearly not this. She wouldn't have minded if his answer would have been different but knowing he hasn't slept with another woman down here is...not a bad feeling, she has to admit.
“You were my first on earth, Abby.” he whispers.
“That sounds nice.” she hums, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.
“You were my first on earth too.”
“That sounds nice too.” Marcus smiles, kissing her more deeply.