Leisurely sliding his finger in and out of me, he glanced up and watched me as I surrendered to his exquisite form of torture. I let the sensations he was eliciting wash over me, allowed them to take me higher and higher even though I knew it wasn’t leading to an immediate release.
When he licked me next, he didn’t stop before he hit my clit. He sucked it between his full lips with the perfect amount of pressure. My breathing stuttered and my fingers tightened in our hair. “Don’t stop, Marco. Please don’t stop.”
He read each one of my moans and gasps like a book, playing my body like an instrument that he was a master of. It wasn’t long until I was screaming his name into the warm night air.
I couldn’t see any neighbors, but I was sure as hell they would have heard me.
Marco didn’t seem to care, though. My moans filled the air, becoming louder and louder until my orgasm hit like an earthquake of pleasure that filled my body with the best energy ever.
My body slumped when I finally came back to earth, and Marco held me steady as I slipped back into the water. He held me to him, groaning when my fingers found his rock-hard shaft and wrapped around it.
I rested my head on his shoulder, angling it so I could look up at him. “I’m going to need a minute, but I want to feel you inside me.”
“Yes,” he breathed, his eyes closing as his head fell back. I worked him harder, my strokes long and firm.
I watched as the column of his throat moved up and down, saw the way his lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet them. Marco like this was a deliciously erotic sight, and even though he knew I could see him, it still felt a little like an intimate moment I was observing from the outside.
When I’d heard or read people saying how much they loved watching their significant others come, I never used to understand it. O-faces weren’t traditionally sexy to me, what with all the scrunched-upness and whatnot.
Seeing Marco well on his way to an orgasm finally drove the understanding home for me, though. Everything about this was magnificent, so incredibly sexy that I couldn’t help myself.
I let go of his cock for only a second, hooked my leg over his lap, and straddled him. His eyes remained locked on me as I reached down to position him at my entrance.
The slight stubble on his jaw rasped against my palms when I cupped his face and lowered my mouth to his. Marco moaned into the kiss as I eased myself down onto him.
Then he quit letting me be in control and took command from me. I relinquished it willingly and, in the hours that followed, didn’t lament the decision once.
Marco rocked my world over and over again. At one point, he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. We’d made his sheets wet, but the night air and the warm breeze blowing in through his windows dried them before he was done with me.
Hours later, I fell back to the bed sated but exhausted, my head resting on his chest. My eyes were begging to close. I could barely muster the strength to form words, but somehow, I was going to have to make my way home.
“I should get going,” I said, covering a yawn with the back of my hand. “I’m not going to be able to stay awake much longer.”
“So don’t,” Marco murmured into the darkness of his bedroom, his fingers stroking my hair. “Stay with me tonight.”
“You don’t mind?” I snuggled deeper into his chest, a large part of me already confident about what his answer was going to be.
“No, I don’t mind,” he said, confirming my suspicions. “Sleep, my gorgeous Adaline. I’ll be right here with you.”
I had no idea why that statement gave me the warm fuzzies, but it did. Feeling warm and comfortable as well as comforted, I closed my eyes and succumbed to the sleep trying to claim me.
Chapter 21
Marco
“Good morning,” I said when I walked into Addy’s office. “How was the rest of your weekend?”
She turned away from her computer screen to give me a smile that made her blue eyes bright. “Don’t you mean how was the rest of my day yesterday? I only left your house just before noon.”
“True, but it was still Sunday. Sunday forms part of the weekend.” I held up one of the takeout cups of coffee I was carrying. “This is for you.”
Reaching for it with one hand, she pressed the other to her chest. “For me? Really? Pretty sure that qualifies you as the best boss I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t you forget it.” I lowered myself into the chair opposite hers at her desk and hooked one ankle over my knee. “Are you making any headway with the Panama regulations?”
“Nope.” She set her coffee down, lifting her hands to massage her temples. “I spent some more time on it yesterday, but there’s still so much I need to learn. I think the only way of really understanding these is by doing.”
“It does make it a lot easier to see how it all works in action.” I dipped my head to the side, narrowing my eyes as I thought. “There’s a shipment going through there next week. It’s for one of my oldest clients. I’ll put you in touch with their procurement manager. You can take point on our side, but he’ll be handling most of the nitty-gritty stuff.”
“You would trust me with that?” Her light eyebrows lifted. “It seems too soon to be letting me run point on any transaction but specifically one involving a place I’m uncertain about.”
I sat back and raised my coffee to my lips, letting the cup hang there. “You just said you’d learn by doing. I’m giving you the opportunity to do what
