The door had barely clicked shut behind them when Marcus grabbed Astrid by the waist, spinning her around and pinning her against the wall. His lips crashed into hers with a force that left her breathless, his tongue invading her mouth like he was claiming her. She moaned softly into the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders as she tried to keep up with the sheer intensity of him.
“Fuck,” Marcus growled against her lips, his voice low and rough. “I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day.”
Astrid smirked despite the heat pooling between her thighs. “Then stop talking and do something about it.”
Marcus didn’t need to be told twice. His hands slid down to grab her ass roughly, pulling her against him as he ground his hips forward. She could feel the hard press of his cock through his jeans, thick and insistent, making her gasp softly.
His lips left hers suddenly, trailing down her jaw to bite at the sensitive spot on her neck. Astrid let out a sharp gasp as he sucked hard enough to leave a mark, a claiming she knew she’d wear proudly later.
Her shirt was gone in seconds, ripped over her head and tossed somewhere behind them, as Marcus’s hands found her bare skin. He cupped her breasts firmly, thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks until she arched into him instinctively.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered before dipping his head to take one nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak before sucking hard enough to make Astrid cry out.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him close, letting him devour her like he couldn’t get enough. The heat between them was unbearable now, her silk panties already soaked through as she pressed herself harder against him.
But just as she thought he might finally give her what she needed, Marcus pulled back with a wicked smirk on his lips. “Not yet,” he murmured darkly.
Astrid growled softly in frustration but didn’t fight him, not yet anyway. Instead, she let him guide her toward the bed, where he pushed her down onto the mattress with enough force to make it creak beneath her weight.
Marcus climbed on top of her immediately, caging her in with his body as he kissed her again, hot and demanding. His hands roamed over every inch of bare skin they could find, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
But when his fingers slid down between her thighs to tease at her entrance, Astrid stopped him suddenly by grabbing his wrist.
“What are you doing?” Marcus asked hoarsely, his brow furrowing in confusion.
Astrid smirked up at him as she pushed him back slightly until he was sitting upright.
“I want you to watch,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Marcus’s eyes darkened immediately at her words, his cock twitching visibly against his jeans.
“Fuck yes,” he muttered under his breath as he sat back on his heels to give her space.
Astrid leaned back against the pillows, her body already humming with arousal as she spread her legs wide. The cool air brushed against her inner thighs, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from between them. Her eyes locked onto Marcus’s as she trailed her fingers slowly down her body, teasing herself as much as she was teasing him. Her touch started light, barely grazing the curve of one breast before sliding lower, over the flat plane of her stomach. She let out a soft sigh as her fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin just above her mound, lingering there for a moment before dipping lower.
When she finally touched herself, it was deliberate. Her fingers slid through her folds, gathering the slickness there before circling slowly around her clit. A sharp gasp escaped her lips at the contact, her hips lifting slightly off the bed as pleasure shot through her.
Marcus sat at the edge of the bed; his eyes dark with lust as he watched her. His cock throbbed painfully against his jeans, but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare interrupt the show she was putting on for him.
Astrid’s fingers moved with purpose now, stroking herself in slow circles that made her thighs tremble. Her breathing grew heavier as she found just the right rhythm, her hips rocking gently in time with each movement.
“God, I want you so bad,” Marcus muttered under his breath, his voice low and rough. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Astrid smirked faintly but didn’t respond. She was too focused on the heat building inside her, too consumed by the electric pleasure that spread through her body like wildfire. Her other hand moved up to cup one breast, kneading it firmly before rolling her nipple between her fingers.
The dual sensations made her moan softly, a sound that sent a shiver down Marcus’s spine. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, the way her back arched off the bed, the way sweat glistened on her flushed skin, the way her lips parted to let out soft gasps and whimpers.
Her fingers slid lower suddenly, teasing at her entrance before plunging inside herself in one smooth motion. Astrid cried out sharply at the intrusion, her hips bucking instinctively as she fucked herself slowly at first, deliberately drawing out every sensation.
The wet sounds of her arousal filled the room, mingling with her ragged breaths and soft moans.
Her thighs began to tremble as she pushed herself closer to the edge, every nerve in her body alight with pleasure. She bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a louder cry but couldn’t stop herself from whimpering softly as waves of heat built inside her.
“Touch yourself for me,” Astrid gasped suddenly, opening her eyes to meet Marcus’s gaze. “I want to see you.”
Marcus groaned low in his throat but obeyed immediately, unzipping his jeans and freeing his swollen cock with a sharp exhale of relief. He wrapped a hand around himself and began stroking slowly, matching the rhythm of Astrid’s movements as he watched her fall apart before him.
The sight of Marcus pleasuring himself only pushed Astrid closer to the brink. Her fingers moved faster now, plunging into herself harder and deeper while her thumb pressed firmly against her clit. Her hips bucked wildly off the bed as she chased that final peak of pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped loudly as it hit, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body arched sharply off the mattress as she cried out uncontrollably, every muscle tensing as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her.
Her fingers didn’t stop even as she came, drawing out every last tremor until she was left trembling and gasping for air.
When she finally pulled her hand away, it was slick with evidence of just how hard she’d come.
Astrid collapsed back against the pillows with a satisfied smile on her lips, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at Marcus through heavy-lidded eyes and smirked when she saw him still stroking himself furiously.
“Your turn,” she murmured breathlessly before sitting up and crawling toward him on all fours.
“Fuck yes,” Marcus growled immediately.
With a wicked grin on her lips, Astrid sat up suddenly and pushed Marcus onto his back in one fluid motion. He landed with a surprised grunt but didn’t resist when she climbed on top of him.
Her slick folds slid along his length as she began to grind against him slowly but deliberately, a tease that made Marcus groan loudly beneath her.
“You want this?” Astrid murmured with a smirk before leaning down to capture his lips in another searing kiss.
Astrid straddled Marcus with deliberate slowness, her thighs framing his hips as she hovered above him, her slick folds brushing against his cock but refusing to let him in.
Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she shifted her hips, sliding her wetness along his length with maddening precision. Marcus groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he tried to guide her down onto him.
“Fuck,” he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice rough with need. “Stop teasing me.”
Astrid leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Not yet.” Her tone was playful, but there was an edge of command in it that made his cock twitch against her. She wanted him desperate, aching for her, and she wasn’t about to give in too easily.
She began to grind against him slowly, her slickness coating every inch of his shaft as she rolled her hips with deliberate precision. The friction was exquisite—just enough to send jolts of pleasure through both their bodies but not enough to satisfy. Marcus’s jaw tightened as he fought the urge to flip her over and take control.
Astrid’s movements grew bolder as she found her rhythm, sliding back and forth along his cock with increasing pressure. Her clit rubbed against him with each motion, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She bit her lip, a soft moan escaping as she lost herself in the sensation.
Marcus’s hands roamed over her body, gripping her hips, sliding up her sides, and cupping her breasts before returning to their original position. His fingers dug into her flesh as he tried again to push inside her, but Astrid lifted herself just enough to keep him at bay.
“Fucking hell,” he growled, his voice thick with frustration and lust.
“Patience,” she murmured, though even she could hear the strain in her voice now. Her own control was slipping as the heat between them built to an unbearable intensity.
The slow grind became faster now, harder. Astrid’s breathing quickened as she pressed herself firmly against him, chasing the pleasure that coiled tightly in her core. Her head tilted back, exposing the curve of her neck as soft whimpers spilt from her lips. Marcus watched her intently, captivated by the sight of her unravelling above him. Her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and trembling thighs were almost enough to push him over the edge himself. But he held back, barely, determined to let her take what she needed from him first.
Astrid’s movements became frantic as she rode him harder now, grinding against him with reckless abandon. The pressure inside her built higher and higher until it finally snapped.
“Oh fuck!” she cried out as she came undone above him. Her body shuddered violently as waves of pleasure crashed over her. A gush of warm liquid spilt over Marcus’s cock, soaking him completely as aftershocks rippled through her trembling frame.
For a moment, Astrid remained still above him, catching her breath as the last tremors of release faded away. Then she shifted again, aligning herself with him fully before sinking down onto his cock in one smooth motion.
Marcus groaned loudly as he slid inside her completely. She was so tight, so wet, that it took every ounce of restraint not to come right then and there. Astrid let out a low moan as she adjusted to the fullness of him stretching her walls.
“Fuck,” Marcus muttered again, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he tried to steady himself.
Astrid began to move almost immediately, slowly at first, rocking back and forth on his cock in a way that made them both gasp. Marcus thrust upward to meet each roll of her hips, their bodies finding a rhythm that was primal and instinctive.
“Goddamn,” he growled through clenched teeth. “You feel so fucking good.”
Astrid leaned forward again, bracing herself against his chest for balance as she picked up the pace. Her nails raked lightly across his skin, leaving faint red trails in their wake. Marcus’s hands slid up from her hips to cup her ass instead, squeezing firmly as he guided her movements.
The pace quickened, frenzied now, as they both chased their release. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room with their ragged breaths and guttural moans.
Marcus could feel himself nearing the edge, the pressure inside him mounting like a tidal wave threatening to crash over him, but he held back for as long as he could. He focused instead on Astrid, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust; the way she threw her head back when a particularly sharp jolt of pleasure hit; the way she screamed his name when he hit just the right spot.
“Don’t stop,” Astrid gasped desperately.
“I’m not fucking stopping,” Marcus growled in response.
Astrid’s body tensed suddenly as another orgasm ripped through her without warning. She cried out loudly as she clenched around Marcus’s cock in rhythmic waves that sent shockwaves through his entire body.
That was all it took for Marcus to lose control completely.
“Fuck!” he roared loudly, as he came hard inside her. His release was explosive, hot spurts of cum filling Astrid completely as his body convulsed beneath hers. Each pulse sent another wave of pleasure through Astrid’s trembling frame until they were both left gasping for air.
Their movements slowed until they finally stilled completely, spent but utterly satisfied. Astrid collapsed against Marcus’s chest, both of them slick with sweat and trembling from exertion.
Marcus wrapped his arms around Astrid tightly as they lay there together in silence—a tangle of limbs and shared heat. His fingers traced lazy patterns along the curve of her back, a soothing gesture that made Astrid sigh softly against him.
“That was…” Astrid began breathlessly but trailed off when no words seemed adequate.
“Incredible,” Marcus finished for her before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
They remained entwined for several long moments, neither willing nor able to move just yet, content simply to bask in each other’s presence after such an intense experience.
