“Take me, Marco,” I murmured. “Show me you still want me, too.”
He groaned, then moved to pin me against the wall with his body. The heat and weight of him against me felt so good that I lost control of my eyelids as they closed.
His fingertips grazed my skin again. I shuddered as his fiery mouth found my neck and he kissed his way to my ear, sucking at a sensitive spot below it. He didn’t stop there, kissing a path past my jaw and to my lips.
When he reached them, he whispered, “I feel the same way you do, Adaline. Nothing could ever make me not want you.”
Thoughts about Elena’s warnings slipped into my mind. “You sure about that?”
He smirked, reaching around his waist to take my hand from his back. He brought it forward and pressed it over the front of his slacks. He was so fucking hard that I moaned out loud and my hips bucked forward of their own volition.
“Does that feel like there’s anything I’m not sure about?” he murmured against my lips before his took off on another flaming path of their own. “We’re still new, and I’m not making any promises, but what we have is only between us. It’s over when we say it’s over and not a minute before.”
I rolled my hips again, rubbing my aching pussy against him, but it wasn’t enough. Marco was intent on taking this slowly, as if he was savoring it, but I was impatient. I needed to lose myself in him.
I nipped at his jaw, but he only chuckled darkly in response.
Sliding a hand up my thigh, he moaned and caught my lower lip with his thumb. “Don’t rush me tonight, Pasticcino. You want me to show you how much I want you. Let me show you.”
I nodded, staring at him as he dragged his thumb over my lip. He pushed the digit into my mouth. I closed it around him and pressed my tongue to the pad, swirling it around his finger as if it were the tip of his cock.
A low, husky moan fell from his lips, and his head dropped to my shoulder. Giving Marco head was one of my favorite things to do. It was crazy, but the guy was so responsive and he got so loud and passionate that I couldn’t help it.
While I was considering dropping to my knees to replace his thumb with his cock, he drew his finger out of my mouth and lifted his head to kiss along the column of my throat. He unhooked my bra deftly, and the last piece covering me fell to the floor.
The ache building between my legs became painful. I squeezed my thighs together for some relief but abandoned the plan to take him into my mouth. I needed him in a place much lower than that.
Kissing a line down my neck and along my collarbones, he bent his knees to plant a kiss on my chest. My hands flew up and into his hair as he sucked a nipple into his warm, wet mouth. He flicked it with his tongue before doing the same with the other breast.
My breathing got heavier. Ragged.
But I wasn’t alone. Marco kept making lusty noises in the back of his throat, and his chest was heaving as well. I didn’t want to rush him, especially not after he’d told me why he was taking things so slowly, but I was going to embarrass myself if he didn’t hurry.
Wonder if he would consider it if I dropped to my knees and begged.
“Marco. Please.” I hadn’t dropped yet, but I would if that was what it took.
His palm cupped my mound. “You’re so wet. Do you want me inside you?” His voice was breathy, his breathing labored against my ear.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”
His lips sank to mine as my hands danced over his taut stomach. When I slid my hands under his shirt, his skin was warm under my palms, and his toned muscles jumped under my touch.
My legs shook as his hands skimmed up my thighs again. “I’ll kick you in the shin if you stop again.”
“How about if I just put these inside you for now?” Lips curving into a smirk, his fingers skimmed my sex. “Would that be acceptable?”
I hummed my agreement. “For now.”
His hand was steady as he stroked my clit. I dug my fingers into the hard planes of his stomach as his touched and teased my slit.
I spread my legs to give him better access. It seemed to do the trick because he dipped a finger inside me and I nearly collapsed.
“Yeah, that’s acceptable,” I managed to bite out between pants. I dropped my head back and my eyes screwed shut. “God, that feels so good.”
“I won’t stop,” he said, answering my unspoken plea. The heavy, firm weight of his body pressed me against the wall and kept me from falling as my legs grew weak. His fingers moved faster, deeper.
His mouth smashed back into mine, his kisses aggressive. Tension pulsed between my legs. I was so close, so damn close I could already feel those licks of exquisite pleasure lapping at my insides.
Marco gave me exactly what I needed when I needed it. “Come for me, Addy. I want to feel you soak my hand.”
I gasped, as surprised and turned on as always with the filth that came out of his mouth so smoothly. With his next stroke, I let go. Pleasure ripped through me and I cried out his name as I rode the waves of bliss to heaven.
He kept me pressed against the wall with his hips and stroked me through it, his voice little more than a breathy moan against my lips. “I love seeing that.”
“I love feeling it,” I whispered my reply through dry lips once I recovered the ability to speak. “I want to feel it
