Oh Baby(4)

"Me, too." His eyes gleamed. "I thought we could start off in the sauna."

"Mmm. That sounds heavenly." Samara tipped her head back, smiling as Marcus nuzzled her exposed throat. "Why don't you put the boys to bed, and I'll meet you downstairs." 

"Sounds good." He nipped her bottom lip. "Don't take too long."

"I won't." She gave him a sexy smile and a wink before turning and sashaying off toward their bedroom.

Located on a separate wing of the house, the luxurious master suite featured a high coffered ceiling with chandeliers, a massive bed covered in creamy brown silks and an elegant sitting area with an ornate marble fireplace. A set of triple French doors opened onto an Italianate balcony that overlooked lush gardens and the sprawling grounds of the estate.

Samara undressed in her huge walk-in closet and then padded into the lavish master bathroom. Passing a large Jacuzzi, she stepped into the oversized marble shower and turned on the water. Six jets on either side provided the perfect rain shower experience, one that she and Marcus frequently enjoyed together.

Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from the steamy shower, grabbed a plush white Turkish towel and wrapped it around her wet body. Her hair was pinned up, damp tendrils clinging to her face and neck. She wiped the foggy mirror with her hand, then smiled at her reflection as she spritzed herself lightly with the honeysuckle body mist that Marcus loved.

Humming softly, she left the bathroom and made her way down to a basement as large as the main floor. It was sectioned off into a state-of-the-art gym with Nautilus machines, a heated indoor pool, a spare guest room and a well-appointed man cave that had hosted many raucous Super Bowl parties.

The sauna area was located just off the pool. There was a small changing room and a wooden cabinet containing different types of oils and lotions and incense. Neatly folded white towels were stacked on heated racks outside the redwood sauna, which boasted an ultramodern design with a glass front.

Samara opened the door and stepped inside. Hot steam filled her lungs, engulfing her with warmth.

Through the steam, she could see Marcus sitting on a lower bench on one side of the sauna. He had a white towel slung low around his waist and his eyes were closed as he leaned back against the wall. Sweat glistened on the sculpted muscles of his chest and washboard abs.

He looked relaxed and sexy, so sexy that Samara's pulse quickened and her pussy clenched with arousal.

She closed the door behind her and sauntered across the spacious sauna. The slatted wooden floor was heated beneath her feet, and soft recessed lights cast an ambient glow over the darkened space.

As she came to a stop in front of Marcus, he opened his eyes slowly and gave her a heavy-lidded smile. "What took you so long?"

"Haven't you heard?"

"Heard what?"

Her lips curled into a suggestive smile. "Good things come to those who wait."

As Marcus watched, she seductively dropped her towel.

"Oh my damn." He licked his lips, his dark eyes devouring her naked body from head to toe. So scorching was his gaze that she quivered in response, her nipples stinging as they hardened.

"Come here." His voice was a low, sexy rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Smiling coyly, she stepped forward and straddled him on the bench, her thighs on either side of his, her breasts brushing his lips. He drew a beaded nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making her moan and writhe against his bulging erection.

When his hooded eyes rose to hers, she lowered her head and sealed her lips over his. His husky groan of pleasure thrilled and aroused her.

She held his face in her palms as she sucked his lips and swirled her tongue around his, savoring the taste of him. His big hands skimmed up her body, fingers tangling in her hair.

They kissed each other breathless, the moist heat of their mouths mingling in the sultry air between them.



       
         
       
        

Breaking the kiss, Marcus swung Samara around to lay her down on her back.

Her pulse raced as she stared up at him, watching as he moved down to the end of the bench to kneel between her legs. She shivered as his strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading them apart to reveal the glistening lips of her sex.

He growled something low and guttural, then put his head between her legs and licked her slit from top to bottom.

Pleasure shot through her in a jolt, and a hoarse cry tore from her throat as she arched off the heated bench and wrapped her legs around Marcus's neck.

"Fuck, yes," he rasped before his lips covered her swollen clit, sucking the supersensitive nub into his mouth.

Waves of white-hot sensation pulsed through her, every nerve in her pussy firing as cream gushed onto Marcus's tongue. He groaned with satisfaction, burying his face deeper between her quivering thighs. Each hungry pull of his suckling mouth ratcheted up her need and sent her temperature soaring until she thought she would explode.

She writhed against his face and cupped her aching breasts, pinching and rolling the tight nipples between her fingers.

Marcus speared his tongue into her wet pussy and fucked her with his mouth until her head thrashed back and forth on the bench. Seconds later she came apart screaming his name, her legs shaking on his shoulders, muscles spasming around his tongue as he licked at her juices.

By the time he took his mouth off her, she was desperately ready to feel his rock-hard dick plunging deep inside her pussy.

As he stood and ripped his towel away, she sat up eagerly, her eyes riveted to the huge cock protruding from the apex of his powerful thighs.

"My, my, my," she breathed.

Marcus gave her a fiercely carnal look as he sat down, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her over him.

Using his broad shoulders for balance, she straddled him again on the bench. He stared lustfully at her breasts before lifting his eyes to watch her face as she lowered herself onto his cock. Her pussy burned a little as the tender flesh stretched around his massive girth, causing her to whimper with pleasure.

Marcus groaned, eyes closing as his head fell back against the wall.

Once Samara had taken all of his length, she started riding him, her hips grinding slowly into his.

"Fuck, baby." Marcus palmed her ass in both hands, groaning raggedly as she slid up and down the throbbing column of his cock.

She loved how hot and slick his skin was against hers, loved the sight of him beneath her, two hundred and thirty pounds of Grade A prime male.

The steaminess of the sauna had them dripping sweat and pheromones, the scent of sex intensified by the humidity. Samara rode Marcus's big dick with long, greedy strokes, fucking him with feverish abandon as desperate mewls of ecstasy spilled from her lips. 

"You feel so good," she whimpered. "So fucking good."

"So do you, baby." His hands were like iron at her hips as he sucked her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her womb.

She held tight to his shoulders, her nails digging into the muscled flesh as she rocked on him, hips churning harder and faster. He gripped her ass cheeks, thrusting up into her as she thrust down. Their gasps and groans and the slap of skin on skin echoed around the steamy room.

As they came explosively together, Samara threw back her head and clamped her thighs around his waist, keeping him so deep inside her that she could feel every hot spurt of cum filling her spasming pussy.

When the last drop of semen had been wrung from his cock, Marcus let out a long, shuddering groan and collapsed back against the wall, taking Samara with him.

She nuzzled into his neck as he held her close, trying to catch his breath. She was breathing hard too, her pussy still contracting around his shaft. They were both drenched in sweat, their bodies glued hotly together.

"Wow," Samara finally managed to croak.

Marcus made a rough sound that was almost a chuckle. "Wow, indeed."

She licked his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. "I think I'm gonna need another shower after that workout."

"We both are." He stroked her sweat-slick skin, his hands sliding down the curve of her back to squeeze her ass. "The shower can be our last stop."

Samara grinned. "How many stops do you have planned?"

"I don't know," he drawled. "We've got a big house. The possibilities are endless."

"Indeed." Lifting her head from his shoulder, Samara smiled into his sexy, heavy-lidded eyes and purred, "So where to next, lover?"

"How about a refreshing dip in the pool?" he murmured, licking her bottom lip and then the top. "I turned the temperature down, so it should be nice and cool."

"Perfect," Samara whispered against his mouth. "Let's go."

"Yes, ma'am." With their bodies still joined, Marcus rose with her in his arms and carried her out of the sauna to their next pleasure spot.





4





Samara woke the next morning in Marcus's arms, his hard body pressed close to hers as he spooned her under the sumptuous duvet covers.

Smiling languorously, she lay there luxuriating in his body heat and the protective strength of his embrace. She felt warm and lazy, cozy and secure. She wished she could lay there forever, but she knew the children would be waking up soon and needing attention.

And food. They would definitely want food.