Melissa couldnât handle those words but she sensed his desire.
With their relationship blossoming lately, and her being a sensible person, she wanted to fulfill his wishes.
So she tenderly wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, âLetâs go to your room.
â
Marcusâ gaze was intense.
He leaned in, pressing his warm face against hers, enveloping her in his heat.
Melissa trembled involuntarily, her voice almost a whimper, âMarcusâ¦â
His lips grazed her neck gently.
He smiled softly.
As Marcus carried Melissa into the adjacent bedroom, her robe was nearly slipping off.
He pinned her to the bed and gave in to his desires.
In those moments, her eyes were fixed on him, clear and focused.
âDoes that feel good?â
Marcus bit his lip, his face flushed, exuding a magnetic allure.
Melissa couldnât help but be aroused just by looking at him.
It was pushing midnight after their intercourse.
Feeling weary, Melissa headed for a bath.
Meanwhile, Marcus lounged against the bedâs
headboard, puffing on a cigarette.
As she entered, he quickly stubbed it out and motioned for her to join him.
Melissa melted into his embrace, her body relaxed.
They lay in silence for a spell, reveling in post-coital closeness.
Eventually, he ran his fingers through her soft locks and murmured, âMy old man called this afternoon, asking when Iâd pop the question.
â
Marcus grinned, adding, âHe thinks Iâm dragging my feet and that Iâm useless.
â
Melissa lifted her head, softly querying, âDo you want to tie the knot? But I havenât saved up enough for a fancy wedding.
â
Marcus smirked.
âIsnât Matthew your dowry?â
Blushing, Melissa pinched his side, earning a wince.
He teased, âAre you ready for another round?â
Melissa sighed, âMost guys arenât like you, Marcus.
Have you got extra stamina?â
He rolled over, planting a ki*s.
Breathless, he asked, âHave you been with anyone else?â
Of course, Melissa had not.
She traced his features, brushing aside his tousled hair, teasing, âIâm kind of curious to find out.
â