My hips rocked against his, eliciting a hiss from him when he felt me. Although we were both still wearing underwear, I felt the long, thick length of him almost perfectly against my slick core.
“I don’t know. I think you might enjoy the words as much as the actions.” His hands skimmed over my ribs until he finally palmed my breasts.
I whimpered as his thumb brushed over my nipples, tightening both of them to hardened peaks. Marco kissed me again, long and deep. “Wouldn’t you?”
“Let’s make it a show and tell then,” I bit out as I writhed into his touch.
He pinched my nipple, making me cry out. It hadn’t been painful exactly, but I’d never been sure of the pleasure and pain combined thing. Looks like you might not have a choice.
At least when he did it again, I was more prepared for it. This time, it made a moan slip out.
“Greedy, aren’t you?” he asked. “Wanting me to tell and show you. That’s okay. I’m greedy, too.”
“You seem way too patient to be greedy. You’re killing me here.”
“I can assure you I feel the same way.” As if to prove his point, he ground his hips into mine and I nearly fainted from the sudden, delicious bursts of pleasure it sent through me. “First, I’m going to taste your breasts. I want to feel you writhe and I want to hear you when you tell me how good it feels.”
Without waiting for a reply, he lowered himself down to my chest and did exactly what he said he was going to do. He closed his hot mouth over my skin, once again making me whimper and squirm.
His free hand reached around between my back and the mattress to expertly unhook my bra. Then it was pulled free and flung to God only knew where.
My hips rocked again, seeking out some sort of pressure. I fucking loved what he was doing, but I wasn’t into denial. I needed something to satiate the need spiraling tightly in me. I found it in the form of Marco’s covered but incredibly strong erection.
He let me grind against him but stopped when my whimpers turned into breathy moans. Lifting his head away from my chest, he grinned up at me while walking his fingers down to the elastic waistband of my panties.
“Okay, I can take a hint. I’m going to touch you now, baby. I want you to come for me, but not until I say so.”
“Fine,” I said with absolutely no intention of listening to him.
All thoughts rushed from my mind when he pushed the fabric aside to run his fingers along my seam. His thumb dipped to brush my clit, and I swore I saw fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
Trickles of pleasure were already rushing through me, and I bucked against his hand. Marco released a loud, needy groan that made me wetter than ever before.
“Fuck, Adaline. If you thought I was the one killing you, you’d better think again.” Our gazes locked and the intensity in his was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. He covered my mouth with his, stroking me faster. “Come for me, baby. Just come. Next time, we play.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
I would’ve agreed to go to fucking Mars with him if that was what he wanted, so long as he kept going. My hands flew to his shoulders when he increased the pressure on my clit, my nails biting into his skin.
I was so fucking close I could already feel my toes curling and my inner walls clamping down. “Marco. Fuck. Please…”
“Let go, baby,” he whispered, changing up his angle and stroking me with expert precision that made every muscle in my body tighten.
The aching need I’d felt for him since we met overwhelmed me, and with a final brush of his fingers, my orgasm ripped through me. White-hot pleasure pulsed out from my core and covered every nerve ending in absolute bliss.
Marco kissed me as I came back down, panting and trembling.
Somehow, I still wanted him. Even more than before.
“I love watching you come, Adaline,” he said, running one finger along my cheek and my jaw. “I want to do it again.”
There was physical need burning in his eyes when he looked at me. His muscles were locked tight and his posture betrayed that he needed me as much as I needed him. Probably more at that very moment.
Our eyes locked again, and the connection was so intense this time that it felt almost tangible. “Do it again, but do it while you’re inside me.”
“You’re sure? We drank tonight. I don’t want you to regret it.”
I flung an arm over my eyes and groaned. “Don’t go there. Please, babe? We had some wine. Are you drunk?”
“No, but—”
I silenced him with a kiss. “I want you, Marco. I’m not drunk either. I swear it.”
A wicked, naughty smile spread on his lips. “That’s good to know. It’s also good that I believe you. I want you, too. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”
“Same here.” I lifted my leg and bent my knee to pull my panties past it, then opened my legs wide again. “Take what you want. Whatever you want, it’s what I want too.”
“Condom?” he asked. “I have one in my wallet, but—”
“Nightstand,” I said. “Second drawer.”
He leaned over me to reach it, torturing my sensitive flesh by letting his bulge dig into me while he extracted the box. There was a possessive glint in his eyes when he came back with it, an eyebrow cocked. “This box is still sealed.”
“I know. It’s been a while.”
“We’re going to talk about that,” he said as he ripped it open. “But not now.”
Slipping his fingers inside,
