He had settled himself in my own favourite spot, facing the sea, knees drawn up, leaning back on his hands, quietly contemplating lord alone knew what... the same way I did most days. ‘Hope you don’t take sugar, it’s a couple of years since I bought any and the bag has gone solid in the back of the cupboard.’ I handed him the cup and sat down a few feet from him. ‘Ah so you won’t be winning any good housekeeping awards this year then will you?’ He shot me a warm smile and took a tentative sip of. He finally removed his thumb from over her clitoris and kissed it, letting his lips press hard against her, then slowly moving his tongue over it and opening his mouth, to let the taste of her hit him. She was hot, and incredibly wet in his mouth, as his tongue massaged the hardening and growing nub of her clit. He inserted a second finger into her, and wrapping his left arm around her leg and grabbing hold of her hip, he pressed his face into her as he continued to tongue her enthusiastically. Almost immediately, Makena returned to her ministrations on his neck. This time, Marcus put his foot down. ‘Makena.’ He gently pulled her away from his neck and sat her up straight. Makena pouted. ‘I wasn’t done’ The innocence in her voice was almost his undoing. Someone give me strength. Jesus, Allah, Virgin Mary, anybody! He thought. ‘Makena, honey, are you sure you want to do this? How far do you want to go? I don’t want you to feel un—’ Makena cut him off with a short, sweet kiss. ‘Marc, I. Simple is as simple does. I knew once I was in the States I could deal with him. As long as he got what he thought he wanted He would be happy. I on the other hand was not happy. He wanted me to clean, cook and be his sex slave. I had no problrms with those things as long as I had time for myself. We talked long and hard over my independance and i won a little. I was able to go shopping and that was a start. I took the bus to the mall. I was sitting in the mall's food court and.