Being in bed with Marlon was like breathing fire, every inch she touched just feed her aggressive temperament. As she continued her tour down his body it was hard not to admire the beauty. It was as if she couldn’t taste enough, couldn’t kiss enough or touch him enough. She paused to catch her breath as she ran the tips of her fingers over and across each well defined ab. “I have been told I can be very convincing when I put my mind to it.” Rachel didn’t even look up at him when she spoke too busy memorizing every inch of his torso “Of course a man like you all strong and virial couldn’t possibly bend to anyone like me.”Rachel’s hand slid further and further down his body
Her hand slid lower and lower across his lower stomach and wrapped around his cock. Rachel smile up at Marlon when her hand, finally was touching what she had been craving to touch. Her eyes looked down to admire the view of her hand wrapped around him. “Well, isn’t that just a lovely sight.” Then with little shame and considerable grace she side down his body. The feel of him hard and warm in her hand was so satisfying. Then with a long swipe of her tongue she started to see if she could start to drive him as close to a frenzy that would match her own.
"I’ve not bent to any woman before, why should you be the first, mm?" Marlon asked with a casual cant of his head to the left as he watched her beneath him. When she went to slither a hand down the toned, taut, tanned flesh of his strong frame, he made no move to correct or discourage her—only let her reach her goal and smirked like a pleased cat when finally her slender fingers curled around him. Like the rest of him, his cock was substantial but proportionate and he felt no real pride in it but he certainly felt no shame or embarrassment over it. It was one of those things he’d had no say nor could he change about his person so he felt no real one way or another about it.
Except, of course, when someone was handling it as intently as Rachel and with such obvious and express permission which she did, in fact, have. When her tongue swept over the tip, his eyes narrowed the slightest bit more in a deepening of his smirk and he exhaled slowly through his nose but beyond that, he held strong and composed. After all, he’d been far harder up and more teased before and knew how to cope. She would simply have to work much harder and get more creative to get a literal and metaphorical rise out of him.