Marks

Sophia's gaze burned with an inner fire, her eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and possessiveness as she leaned in closer to Patrice. Her lips brushed against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "I want you to mark me" she whispered, her voice husky and low.

The pleasure on Patrice's face mirrored that of her own and to Sophia, it was beautiful. Not once did she take her eyes off him as she caressed him. Her pace increased and soon she could feel his cum beginning to flow again, the warmth of it spreading between her hand and his flesh. So close...

A soft groan from Patrice jolted her attention upward. Her hand stopped its movements between their legs. Eyes wide, Sophia watched as the man's lips parted. His tongue darted out and licked his lips. Desire spilled forth like a river from his body. Sophia felt herself becoming more and more aroused by the sight and sound of her lover in ecstasy than she had been before.

As Patrice's tongue darted out to lick his lips, Sophia's gaze was drawn to the subtle movement, her own mouth parting slightly in response. She felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her, her nipples tightening beneath the warm water cascading down her skin. The sound of the shower seemed to grow louder, the droplets pounding against her skin like a primal drumbeat, heightening the sense of urgency that had taken hold of her.

Sophia felt her heart pounding, the sound of her pulse drowning out the steady rhythm of the water jets. Patrice's lips had parted, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, revealing the stark whiteness of his teeth. The moment seemed to stretch on, the air thick with anticipation, as Sophia's fingers traced the exposed skin of Patrice's throat.

"Right here," she whispered, her finger tracing the area above her collarbone. Patrice's eyes flickered open, his gaze locking onto hers with a searing intensity. His hand moved to cover hers, his touch warm and firm against her skin.

Patrice leaned in, his lips brushing against the spot as he kissed her softly "Here?"

Sophia nodded, her eyes locked onto Patrice's with a searing intensity. "Yes," she replied, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water as her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting to the side, inviting him to leave his mark.

Sophia's breath caught in her throat, her chest rising and falling with an uneven rhythm as Patrice's tongue began to leave a trail of gentle, lapping kisses along the curve of her neck. His lips made contact with the tender skin above Sophia's collarbone, a shiver coursed through her body, her eyelids fluttering open to meet his gaze. The warmth of his breath danced across her skin, sending a ripple of anticipation through her very being. His eyes, dark and intense, held hers captive as he opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue grazing the spot where her pulse beat strongest.

Patrice's teeth sank into Sophia}'s skin, his gums applying gentle pressure as he prepared to leave a mark that would linger long after their encounter. Sophia's hand, still stroking his cock, tightened ever so slightly, as if urging him on. The skin beneath his teeth was soft and yielding, and Patrice could feel the gentle give of her flesh as he applied increasing pressure. He could sense Sophia's anticipation, her expectation of the mark he was about to leave, and it only added to his excitement.

As Patrice's teeth sank deeper into Sophia's skin, the softness of her flesh gave way to a gentle resistance, a subtle yielding that sent a shiver down his spine. The water from the showerhead above continued to cascade down, creating a soothing melody that provided a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment. Sophia's hand, still wrapped around his cock, tightened ever so slightly, her fingers reflexively squeezing in time with the gentle pressure of his teeth.

Sophia's head lolled to the side, her neck arcing in a gentle curve. Her eyes remained closed, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks like tiny wings. as he made her moan. Patrice's cock twitched in response to the sound, his hips bucking slightly as he felt a surge of pleasure. Sophia's hand, still wrapped around his shaft, tightened in response, her fingers gripping him firmly as she encouraged him to continue.

He could feel his orgasm building deep within him, the pressure growing stronger with each passing second. He wanted to hold back, to savor the moment for as long as possible, but he knew that it was inevitable.

As the sensation of his teeth sinking deeper into her skin reached a crescendo, Sophia's moan grew louder, the sound vibrating through Patrice's entire body. He felt his cock throb in response, the pressure building to a fever pitch as he struggled to maintain control. The water continued to cascade down around them, creating a misty veil that swirled around their bodies, heightening the sense of intimacy and urgency.