It was pushing midnight after their intercourse.

Feeling weary, Melissa headed for a bath. Meanwhile, Marcus lounged against the bed's 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, “My old man called this afternoon, asking when I'd pop the question."

Marcus grinned, adding, “He thinks I'm dragging my feet and that I'm useless."

Melissa lifted her head, softly querying, "Do you want to tie the knot? But I haven't saved up enough for a fancy wedding."

Marcus smirked. "Isn't Matthew your dowry?"

Blushing, Melissa pinched his side, earning a wince. He teased, “Are you ready for another round?"

Melissa sighed, “Most guys aren't like you, Marcus. Have you got extra stamina?"

He rolled over, planting a kiss. Breathless, he asked, “Have you been with anyone else?"

Of course, Melissa had not.

She traced his features, brushing aside his tousled hair, teasing, "I'm kind of curious to find out."

Instead of getting mad, Marcus chuckled.

He whispered in her ear, "You dirty little slut."

Melissa's eyes sparkled.

Marcus sensed her excitement. He tossed the quilt aside and initiated another round. "Does it get you going when I talk dirty? Do you want me to make you feel good every day? Do you want me to fuck you all the time?"

She turned away, mumbling, "Quit it."

Ignoring her protest, Marcus kissed her, continuing to say things that made her blush. "You say you don't want it, but your actions speak otherwise. You're getting turned on again, aren't you?"

Maybe guys liked this approach. This time, Marcus was rougher.