A mint-infused kiss pressed to my mouth and I inhaled Marco deeply, holding my breath to savor him. All night I'd wanted this, ever since his performance. So many thoughts and feelings hit me on that stage. I never experienced anything like that in my life. Never. All those people watching us, touching someone out in the open the way I touched him. Several times, I nearly forgot we had to contain ourselves. The fantasy he created felt just that real.
Heat rose from my core and filled me completely. The magnetism he possessed drew me in every time; had since day one, had on that stage tonight. There was literally a tug toward him at all times, like I should always be in his arms, should always be close. And now, with him kissing me, I felt it ten times as strong.
My lips were sucked and tugged as if he thought he'd draw nectar from them. The sensation of being consumed had me drenched between the legs. I surrendered my tongue when he beckoned for it and his passion spilled over onto me. I'd never been kissed like this before, had never had someone draw such intense emotion from me so easily.
But he did that.
The warmth of his hand traveled from the side of my neck, down my shoulder, and then forward to my chest. Several buttons on my nightshirt were undone just before Marco worked his hand inside it. His fingertips pressed into my skin as he caressed the fleshy mound of my breast. My nipples became stiff and tight, longing to be played with, wanting to be teased. The soft fabric of his towel brushed against my bare legs where my pajama shorts didn't cover. He inched closer to me on his mattress and I did the same, making his personal space my own.
Cool air shocked my lips and my eyes fluttered open when Marco pulled away. The very next sensation that rattled my senses was that of his mouth latching hard against the hollow of my throat. His tongue was silky against it as he tasted me, sending a rush of desire through my veins with his heavy breathing. The hand that once held my breast had now gravitated south, to my hip, where he massaged the curve of it with such vigor my entire body swayed with the motion. If I didn't know any better, I'd say my thickness, the extra flesh that made me soft in all the right places, turned him on even more. As soon as I became suspicious that this was the case, he gripped me harder and groaned at the feel of my body in his hands, squeezing, confirming what I sensed.
This, realizing that the way I'm built was making him hot, had me feeling some type of way-sexy, powerful, desirable. His hand slipped to my backside, squeezing my cheeks, and there was something in his touch that drove me insane.
The faint stubble on his chin trailed down my cleavage as he kissed his way lower. The material of my shirt was pushed away and my exposed nipples were slowly drawn into his mouth one at a time. I breathed deep, gripping the back of his head. It was like he couldn't seem to get his fill of me; like he couldn't seem to suck hard enough or squeeze tight enough to be satisfied, but I loved feeling him try.
Letting his grip lower from my thigh to the back of my knee, he raised it over his side, positioning himself between my legs as I felt his towel come loose.
I sucked in a breath as his hardness pressed against me.
"You feel what you do to me?" he asked breathily, speaking the words just before burying his face in my breasts, pressing kisses to the valley between them.
My eyes fell closed.
What was I supposed to call this place where we seemed to exist? It didn't quite feel like limbo, but it lacked definition. It felt like we were bound to one another despite there being no formal agreement, no discussion about where we stood. Yes, this space was tricky-a groove between together and apart where emotions could become skewed and lines could become blurred. However, a small, still voice in the back of my head told me not to question what was happening between us. It whispered for me to just let it be, go with the flow.
Something about him brought out a side of me I rarely unleashed. I was comfortable in his arms, in his bed, and the overall mood in the bedroom was: do what feels right. So that's the attitude I took on.
Marco's towel slipped off the rest of the way when I forced him onto his back, watching his chest rise and fall quickly. My eyes skimmed, noting the contrast of darker-toned nipples against his light-tawny skin. His tattoos were something to marvel at, beautiful ink coloring the hard lines and tight muscles of his body. I knelt beside him and felt all inhibitions being swept away.
Marco kept me in his line of sight as I eased off the side of the bed. It was one thing to let him feel me through my clothes, but another to have him see me without them. As I stood there, trying not to revert back to feeling shy and unsure of myself, I recalled the way he admired me with his hands a moment ago. Apparently, he was a fan of my thickness, which meant I had absolutely no reason to hide from him. He liked what he felt, so I had to believe he'd also like what he saw.
Feeling a boost of confidence as I recalled the way I caught Marco eyeing my body over the past several months, I removed my shorts and panties without a second thought. I pushed them aside with my foot and then moved on to my shirt. Watching me undo the last of the buttons, he bit down on his lip, conveying how badly he wanted me with a single look.
The feeling was beyond mutual.
Naked and trying not to rush things along, I eased between his legs, positioning myself on all fours as my mouth watered. I came face to face with his manhood for the second time tonight and the desire hadn't dwindled even a little. At the club, I had to subdue the wave of need that swept over me, but here I was free to touch and devour him entirely.
"Eso se siente tan bueno," he breathed as my fingers slipped up and down his length. He was heavy in my hand, deliciously thick.
A bead of pre-cum seeped from his tip and ran down the side of his shaft, lubricating my hand as I continued to play with his dick, getting off on watching him writhe and grunt. His naked body alone was enough to induce a wet-dream, but touching him like this … it was almost my undoing.
Half-mast eyes lowered to me and I loved having him watch me. But even more than that, I wanted to draw more out of him, wanted to drive him to the edge until he couldn't take anymore.
A husky groan filled the room when I sucked his hot length, watching from between his legs as he took handfuls of the white sheet, gripping it hard as the muscles on both arms stood out. The slight upward curve of his shaft brought his head to the roof of my mouth where it caressed him in rhythm, stimulating him to the point that he could hardly take it. I slurped him down deeper, feeling the smooth hardness of him against my tongue. When I thought he might come, I slowed my pace before freeing him of my mouth. Pressing his erection against his stomach, I lowered my mouth to his balls, stroking my tongue over the warm, velvety skin there. I wanted nothing more in this moment than to please him, nothing more than to put it on him so good this time it wouldn't matter that he couldn't remember the first time.
"Get up here," he demanded, the roughness of his tone turning me on even more. I crept up the length of his body to the middle of his bed, never losing his gaze.
At his pelvis, I straddled him, engorging his member even more with my heat pressing against it. I was feeling winded from trying to suppress all the desire that burned within me. His long fingers left my waist and I watched as he reached toward the nightstand, removing a condom from the drawer.
I peered down into Marco's eyes, feeling the sweltering heat between my legs as I covered him. We'd both been tested for everything recently and we were obviously not concerned about pregnancy, so … was there really any reason to strap up? Holding his gaze, I eased the square-shaped wrapper from his fingers and he let me, staying silent as I dropped it to the floor. When I lifted to align him with my entrance, he got the message loud and clear if he hadn't before.
My mouth fell agape at the feel of his thickness filling me, at the feel of his distinct curve massaging my g-spot. Since becoming pregnant, the thing most on my mind had been sex. I wanted it all the time, was ready for it all the time. But until now, there was no one to act upon those feelings with. For that reason, Marco was catching the brunt of my pent-up frustration.
I thrusted back and forth, swiveled my hips to force him deeper. The sensation of him inside me was exactly what I needed to both cure my craving … and to bring to my remembrance the details of that night at The Alibi.
My mind replayed the first time I let him enter my body as I rode him now on the bed. He gripped my breasts gently at first, and then harder when I placed one hand on top of his, showing him how I wanted to be touched. He was always so careful with me, but now was not the time. Right now, I wanted him at full strength, full power.