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?