Marcus’s hands tightened on my hips as I moved against him, slow and deliberate. I could feel him trembling behind me, his breath uneven and shallow, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. The warmth of his hands through the lace sent a shiver up my spine, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

“Marcus,” I said softly, glancing back at him over my shoulder, the curve of my near-naked ass pressed up against him. “You’re so tense. Relax. Just…enjoy it.”

He let out a shaky laugh, his cheeks burning red. “I’m trying,” he murmured, his voice low and breathless. “It’s just…you’re…you’re incredible.”

I slowed my movements, leaning back slightly so that my body pressed even closer to his. “You don’t have to be so careful with me, you know,” I whispered. “I like it when you touch me.”

His hands moved then, hesitantly at first, sliding from my hips to my waist, his fingers trailing along the curve of my body. I arched my back slightly, encouraging him, and felt a soft gasp escape his lips.

“You feel amazing,” he said. One hand slid up my side, his fingertips grazing the edge of my breast, while the other stayed firmly on my hip, steadying us both.

I pushed back against him, grinding harder now, and the sound he made—half sigh, half groan—sent a thrill through me. I could feel the hardness of him against me, pressing insistently.

I slowly ground my ass up and down, up and down, the hardness of his cock pressed between my pussy lips.

“You’re so quiet,” I said, hearing a little breathlessness creep into my own voice now, the pressure building inside me. “Do you like this?”

He laughed softly, the sound breathless and shaky. “Yes,” he admitted. “Very much.”

“Good boy,” I said, reaching back and pulling my panties to the side a little. Not all the way, just a little, just enough to tease. I felt the cool air on my exposed asshole. I continued to grind. “You’re doing great. You don’t have to overthink this. Just follow what feels good.”

Before he had too long to think about it, I turned around slowly, facing him now, and reached up to cup his face in my hands. His eyes were wide and filled with a mix of yearning, awe, and just a hint of fear.

“Hey,” I said softly, brushing my thumbs over his cheeks. I leaned in, pressing my body against his and letting my breasts press against his chest again. “You should kiss me now,” I whispered.

This time, he didn’t hesitate. His lips met mine with a softness that made my knees weak, and I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kissed me like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment, slow and deep, his hands moving to my lower back to pull me closer.

I let out a soft moan against his lips, and that seemed to spark something in him. His grip tightened, and he kissed me harder, his tongue brushing against mine, searching my mouth with a force that took me by surprise. I pressed myself back against him and couldn’t resist grinding my hips into him again.

I pulled away, looking into his eyes but continuing to grind my pussy on him. We stayed like this for a moment, suspended in slow motion.

“Sarah,” he murmured, his voice low and shaky. “You’re…you’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” I teased, kissing along his jaw and down his neck. “That’s exactly what I want.”

His hands roamed my body now with more confidence, sliding up my sides and cupping my breasts. I gasped as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, and he paused, his eyes searching mine. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice filled with so much care it made my chest ache.

I reached down, letting my fingers trail along the waistband of his jeans. I wanted what was in there.

Marcus stiffened slightly. His breath stopped.

But he didn’t pull away.

“Do you want me to?” I asked.

His eyes met mine, and I could see the answer written all over his face. “Yes,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”

I smiled, my fingers deftly undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. His breath hitched as I slipped my hand inside, brushing against the hardness that was straining against his boxers. “You’ve been holding back for so long,” I murmured, stroking him gently through the fabric.

As I slid my hand lower, my fingers finally wrapped around him, feeling the heat and size of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. He was thick and hard, his length pressing against my palm, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. God, I wanted to see him—wanted to feel him bare in my hand, wanted to taste him. My mouth watered at the thought.

But not yet.

I stroked him slowly, teasing him through the material, savoring the way his breath grew ragged with every movement. His cock twitched against my hand, and I felt his thighs tense as if he was holding back from bucking into me. The restraint was adorable. I could feel how badly he wanted this, wanted me, but I wasn’t done playing with him yet.

“Do you like that, Marcus?” I asked, my voice low and sultry, my fingers tracing the outline of his length. “I want to make you feel good…but only if you’re a good boy for me.”

His hips shifted slightly, pressing into my hand despite himself, and I smiled. I wanted to make him beg for it.

I wanted to hear him say it…