Compromising Positions

“Yesterday when I was talking to Giovanni…” Her voice trailed off and she couldn’t find the words to explain without sounding like a baby. “Oh just forget it,” she said, her eyes dropping from his. “It isn’t important.” She turned back to the mirror and reached up to straighten an earring. Marco was staring at her reflection, his eyes dark, the sharp edges of his cheekbones casting dramatic shadows on his face.

“It is important. You are not happy.” It wasn’t a question and Mina didn’t answer. It wouldn’t have made any difference. “I want you to be happy.”

Marco slid his hands down to rest on her hips possessively, and Mina felt the heat of his touch through the fabric.

“I can make you happy.” His voice dropped an octave, and Mina felt it resonate in her bones.

It was amazing, this response. Never in her life had anyone been able to make her feel-truly feel-the way Marco did. It was as if every nerve in her body was electrified; her skin, her eyes, her ears… they were all hardwired into some previously unknown sexuality that he had awakened with his kiss like some carnal Sleeping Beauty. She struggled for breath, not because he was holding her too tightly, but because it felt so right. It took her breath away.

Marco pressed himself against her, the studs of his shirt shockingly cold against her overheated skin, and she fought to regain control of the situation.

“I am very happy,” she said, but Marco wasn’t listening. His hands had moved, and he wrapped strong arms around her, one above her breasts and the other below, his breath warm and soft in her ear.

“You say that, but there’s a wrinkle between your eyes,” his voice was deceptively gentle, and as he went on his arms tightened, “and I can feel the tension in your body.”

Mina tilted her head back, watching their reflection in the long mirror. Blonde curls cascaded down her back in wild disarray, and her eyes reflected the deep blue of her dress. A dark hand had crept upwards, wrapping lightly around the long column of her throat, feeling her pulse as it pounded there at its base, as the other splayed down over her stomach, pressing her ever more tightly against him.

“I don’t think,” she started, but he cut her off, his voice dark and full of promise.

“Good. Don’t.” Marco’s mouth dropped to where his hand had been just before, savoring the fluttering of her heartbeat against his lips. “Feel. This isn’t something you can plan or organize.” He nipped at her earlobe and she arched back further into his arms, her breath a faint hiss in the quiet room. “This is just you, and me, and how I can make you shiver and sigh with pleasure. It’s about letting yourself lose control until all you can do is clutch at my arms and scream my name.”

Her glossily manicured nails did just that-digging into the silk of his shirt and holding him tightly, as if she was afraid he’d disappear if she let him go.

“Marco,” his name came out more breathily than she wanted and he nodded to her in the mirror, “Please.”

“Yes, Mina mia,” he said. “I please.” His eyes were hot and he looked almost feral. Her insides liquefied at the predatory tone in his voice, and she stiffened for an instant in his hands, the power he had over her both terrifying and tempting. Temptation quickly won out, though, and she squirmed as the newly familiar heat spread through her body melting her resistance like a snowflake in a furnace.

Marco’s teeth scraped along the tender tendon below her ear, and she unconsciously shifted when she felt the hooks holding the halter of her dress closed at the nape of her neck loosen. The movement allowed the shimmering fabric to slip down her front and catch at her waist before falling the rest of the way to the floor, and she was shocked at the sudden eroticism of her naked image in the mirror.

Her face was flushed and the color extended down her chest, her nipples a shade darker than what tinged her cheeks. Her eyes were glazed with desire and Marco’s never left hers, even as his hands explored her newly exposed skin.

“So beautiful,” he growled, cupping her breasts firmly, catching their rosy tips between those long fingers she loved. Overcome with desire, Mina pushed her ass back and rolled her hips against him in a movement that was so unlike her that she couldn’t help but blush even hotter. Marco groaned and the next thing she knew he’d spun her in his arms and was kissing her.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was possession and plunder and pure passion. His tongue plunged between her lips, and then pulled back again, drawing her into his mouth, over and over until they were both gasping for air. Mina buried her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, moaning deeply in her throat at the sensations racing through her.

Marco abandoned her lips and bent his head hungrily to capture a rigid nipple, swiping his tongue over the puckered tip, sucking on it gently for a moment before releasing it, only to skim across her chest to repeat the actions with its twin.

Mina was clinging to his shoulders, trying to hold herself upright as he ravished her breasts, pulling ineffectually at the cloth covering them. She was desperate to feel his skin against hers, and a growl of her own escaped her, shocking both of them, as she attacked the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fine fabric down his arms so she could nip and suck at his skin.

Her hands skimmed lower finding the buckle of his belt, working feverishly to open his trousers.

“Need you.” Her voice was harsh with hunger and she heard him let out a rough laugh as he shoved the last lacy scrap of fabric covering her out of the way, wetness smearing along her thigh as her panties were shoved to the floor.

“You need me?” He asked, hands slipping around to cup her bottom possessively. Mina wrapped her legs around his hips and buried her face in his neck.

“Ye-e-ss,” she groaned, rubbing her soaking wet slit against him. “Need you now.” She punctuated her demand with a sharp nip at his neck and Marco sucked a hissing breath through his teeth.

“You little hellcat,” he sounded almost proud and she arched her back to press her naked breasts more firmly against him.

“If I am,” she said, her own eyes dark and demanding, “you made me this way.”

It was true. She’d never been like this before. Never felt this way before.

Marco rose to her challenge shifting his weight and turning with her in his arms until he could drop both of them on the king sized bed behind them.

The impact knocked the breath out of her and Mina let out a little yelp of surprise as she found herself splayed out across the mattress. The cool cotton sheets felt icy against her overheated skin, and she hissed at the sensation. Marco took advantage of her distraction and slotted himself between her legs, pressing against her dripping core.

“This is what you want.” He dipped the head of his cock between her pussy lips, his way made easy by the font of wetness there. Again and again he teased, pushing forward an inch or two and then retreating, until she was squirming beneath him, begging for more.

“Yes! That’s what I want. You’re what I want.” She knew how desperate she sounded, but didn’t care. She wanted him-this part of him, and every other-and while it was hard to admit sometimes, passion always stripped away her fear and only left her longing.

A sound of masculine satisfaction echoed in her ear and Mina dug her high heeled sandals into the back of Marco’s leg, encouraging him to give her more, deeper, faster.

Marco set his own pace, though, her slickness allowing him to slide almost frictionlessly into her, the slow pistoning of his hips driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“You say that, but I sometimes wonder,” he murmured, speeding up his movements. “I’ve sensed,” he rotated his hips and hit that magic spot inside her, dragging a groan from her, “reluctance in you lately.”

This is reluctance? The thought brought a hysterical bubble of laughter to Mina’s throat. She’d never given this much of herself to Ethan-to anyone. It was so new and different that the strength of her feelings still frightened her. And he wants more?

Conscious thoughts were driven from her head as Marco demanded all of her attention, snapping his hips forward quickly, fucking her hard and deep. He wanted everything from her and he was taking what he wanted.

“Is that funny?” His voice was low and raspy with some unfathomable emotion, and he plunged so deeply into