On the Sunday night, when they had all ended the merriment and the eating of dinner together. They all retired into their various rooms.
Zina tiptoed out of Derick’s bedroom and made her way down the hallway towards Marcus’ room. She held her breath, trying to stay quiet as she opened the door and stepped into his room. Her heart raced with anticipation as she closed the door behind her.
Marcus was fast asleep in his bed, but he stirred at the now familiar sound of Zina’s footsteps. His eyes flew open as she walked closer to him, still holding her breath.
She reached out and took hold of his manhood, feeling it grow instantly beneath her touch. He gasped in pleasure despite himself, a low noise escaping his lips as he felt her soft hands around him. He looked up at her with a mixture of shock and desire in his eyes before pulling her down onto the bed with him.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the day I met you,” he said through his heavy breath.
Zina threw herself onto Marcus with a hungry passion, her hands wildly searching every inch of his body as his strong arms pulled her closer. His fingertips sent shocks of pleasure as they glided across her breasts, making her ache with desire. Zina moaned in delight before pressing her lips against his in a passionate kiss.
She then moved her hands lower, slowly tracing her fingers down his stomach until they reached the waist band of his boxers. With a light tug she pulled them off, revealing the fullness of Marcus’ manhood. She gasped again in awe before bending down to take him into her mouth, where she kissed and licked and sucked.
Zina’s mouth danced on the tip of his cock, her lips wrapped around it like a tight fist, bobbing up and down with her eyes closed in bliss.
Marcus was on his back, his legs spread wide for better access for Zina. Her tongue licked along his shaft, the tip of her nose brushing against his balls. Her lips came together around his head and he gasped at the sensation while watching with a hungry gaze as her lips hovered above his manhood. The sound of her sighs and moans mixed in with his grunts in a slow, steady pace, rhythmic, almost singing. The sticky wet sounds of a sucking mouth almost loud enough to be heard outside the room.
His heated excitement made his skin glisten in the dim bed lamp light that lit the room.
Marcus gasped in pure bliss as Zina’s experienced mouth enveloped him like a velvet glove, her tongue tracing intricate patterns up and down his length. His body ached with pleasure as she explored every inch of him with calculated precision, her lips and tongue working in perfect unison. As her tongue became more insistent and her sucking more vigorous, Marcus was pushed to the brink of ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. When he could take no more, Marcus roared his release into the silent room, letting out a deep, guttural moan as his release flooded into Zina’s eagerly awaiting mouth, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of his being. Zina lapped up every last drop with obvious delight.
But she wasn’t yet done.
Zina erupted onto Marcus and took him like an animal in a frenzy. Her face was ablaze and her body was alive with pleasure as she rode him with a hungry fervor. Sweat glistened on her skin, sparkling in the gentle light of the bedside lamp, giving her body a divinely luminescent aura. She clung onto him, her nails carving into his chest, and thereafter dug her fingers into her nipples until she gasped with pleasure.
Her body writhed like water in the wind. She rode him like a madman on a horse, her knees pushed into his shoulders, her breasts bobbing and swaying in front of his eyes, a pendulum of flesh that Marcus could not help but stare at as she rode him.
Her silky skin shone and her long hair flowed around her body, cascading in waves down her back with every movement. Her hips and stomach undulated in a fast and swift manner while her hands gripped Marcus’s firm chest, letting the muscles ripple under her soft palms.
With every movement, their bodies made squishing, sucking, and smacking noises that they found turned them on even more. He was hard and throbbing, rock hard and ready. Her pussy grinding against his cock and her wetness coating his erection, loud moans escaping her lips with each thrust. Thrashing wildly back and forth, Zina rode Marcus into the night with a look of pure ecstasy on her face.
Then he flipped her over, intending to dig her with all of the strength remaining in him. His rod of steel filled her in with a primal need, her body sliding over his with an ever-increasing intensity. His hands cupped her soft breasts, Marcus could feel the velvet warmth of her breasts in his hands, pressing and squeezing them as she moaned, pulling them close until her nipples hardened with pleasure. She could feel every veined inch of him as he surged within her. His hands moved down her body to grip her hips tightly and spread her legs more widely, feeling the soft flesh of her core as they moved in perfect synchrony. Her soft mounds pressing against him, her hard nipples sending shockwaves through his body as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. Her ass tightened with every thrust until they both reached the brink of an earth-shattering climax.
Zina and Marcus lay wrapped in a passionate embrace that felt like it would never end. She felt like she was stuck in an endless loop of emotion.
She cautiously pulled away from him, every inch away feeling like an eternity, and slowly backed away as she stumbled back to Derick’s bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest as the memories of the passionate intimacy between her and Marcus replayed through her mind, spinning with vivid memories of their forbidden but passionate connection, unable to shake off the intensity of their time together. There she lay wide awake for hours, the intensity of the moment they shared between them kept her awake until dawn.