Lips On My Heart

by M J Marino

  Hope swells inside me and I can’t hide the shock on my face at how fucking lucky I am. In one swift movement, I’m scooping her in my arms and heading to the bedroom. We’re past the doorway when Hades comes bounding into the room and hops up on the bed.

  I freeze, unsure how to continue. I’ve been aching for this woman since I first laid eyes on her three weeks ago, and I don’t want an audience while I claim her, regardless if it’s only her dog.

  “Sorry, he’s been my bed buddy the last two weeks,” she explains.

  She doesn’t need to say more. I broke her heart and Hades has been holding her together for me. Can’t blame the dog for thinking he’s right where he needs to be.

  With a small smile, I place her on her feet and approach the bed to address Hades. “Brother, I need you to be my wingman right now and give me the room with your mamá.”

  Hades cocks his head and woofs, jumping from the bed and padding out of the bedroom. Holy shit, that actually worked! Quickly, I cross the room and close the door before turning back to my pixie, who’s smiling ear to ear.

  “It’s funny how you talk to him like he can understand you,” she mimics my words from our first encounter.

  “Well, a very sassy pixie told me he understands everything,” I say with a sheepish grin. I amble slowly toward her, watching the blush of her arousal grow on her cheeks, down to her neck toward her cleavage. As I reach her, I take her by the hips and gently walk her backward to the bed ‘till the back of her knees hit the mattress and she sits.

  Josephine gives me a look of pure adoration. “Maceo,” she whispers.

  My name on her lips winds me up. I can’t wait to make her scream it as she orgasms.

  Sinking to my knees, I take her feet and unlace her work boots, pulling them off and peeling her socks away. I quickly unlace my own combat boots and kick them off before standing again. I cup her cheek and bend to take her lips. The kiss grows and she sucks on my bottom lip, causing a growl to grow in my chest. I break the kiss, and gently push her down and up the bed.

  My hand reaches out for her jeans, undoing them. I hook my fingers into the loops of her pants and tug gently. She helps me by raising her hips, letting me pull them down over her slender legs. Staring at her sprawled out on the comforter, all soft skin and toned muscles, looking sexy as fuck, makes my heart beat like a hummingbird’s wings.

  I lean forward ‘till I’m hovering above her body on my hands and knees, and float my lips down, under her ear, down her neck, and along her collarbone. Josephine’s bright blue eyes roll back into her head as she gasps in anticipation.

  “So fucking sweet,” I purr against her skin. My tongue snakes out to taste the citrus flavor of her flesh. “Mmm.”

  My hand slips around her back to unclasp her bra, pulling it slowly away from her body, prolonging my agony, until her perky breasts are bare, revealing the most perfect rose buds. They pebble into hard diamonds under my gaze.

  Unable to resist, I run my tongue around one hard pink nipple before sucking her breast into my mouth. My barbell piercing flicks around the tender peak while my hand fondles her other breast. Josephine moans and withers underneath me, making a groan rumble in my chest.

  I release her breast from my mouth with a wet pop, trailing my tongue down her body to swirl and dip into her belly button. Josephine giggles as my beard rubs against her stomach. I chuckle about how much more I’m going to tickle her. I nip at each of her narrow hips, making her lift off the bed each time.

  “Maceo,” Josephine moans when I sink lower down her body.

  I trail my lips down her thighs and over the apex of her sex. I inhale deeply, my blood rushing through my veins with expectation. God, she smells so fucking good, making my mouth water. I inhale again and commit her scent to memory, it’s euphoric. My fingers slide inside her black panties and I slowly pull them down her smooth legs, her scent hitting me in the face, and working like an aphrodisiac.

  When she’s finally lying naked before me, I stand and allow my eyes to feast on her, memorizing every hill and valley along her slender frame. Her chest rises and falls quickly, telling me she’s as worked up as I am. I push her knees apart with my calloused palms to see her in all her naked glory. Her hairless sex is glistening with arousal, ready for me to claim her.

  Josephine bites her bottom lip as I get up close and personal with her perfect little pussy. Her hands starts to roam over her breasts, and she tugs at her hard nipple while the other hand slides down to her engorged clit, making tight, slow circles.

  “Fuck, baby,” I say as I watch her play with herself. She purrs and rotates her hips to seek her pleasure. My hand automatically gropes myself through my pants. My cock is already dripping, and my boxer-briefs are going to be as soaked as the panties I peeled off Josephine.

  Deftly, I undo my belt and pants before shaking them down my legs and stepping out of them. Josephine is on her elbows as she watches me in anticipation. I tug my boxer-briefs off in one swift yank, making my dick hit me in the stomach. My pixie’s eyes go wide as she takes in all of me. I pump my cock twice and my fingers run over my frenum barbell.

  Not wasting any more time, I drop to my knees and grab her legs, pulling her toward the edge of the bed. I hike her legs over my shoulders, with me sandwiched in between. Josephine groans in approval as she lays her head back and closes her eyes. I run my tongue along the insides of each of her delicate thighs but avoid her hot center folds, teasing her with nips and licks to ramp her up.

  “Josephine,” I murmur, as I line my tongue up with her center and look up her body to her face. “Watch me as I pleasure you. I want to watch you come.”

  She whimpers, opening her eyes and looking down her body at me. My eyes stay locked on hers as my tongue snakes out and licks her from her entrance to the pearl of her clit. Her hips buck against my mouth and I chuckle before doing it again.

  Damn, she tastes delicious, like fucking sugar and cream.

  “So good,” I mumble against her sex with pleasure, lapping at her addictive fluids.

  Eager for more goodness, I point and dip my tongue into her entrance, savoring her sweet juices before bringing my tongue back to her clit, circling around it, but avoiding her triggering tip. She moans and twists her hips to direct me where she wants, but I pull back with a possessive growl before spreading her thighs apart farther to allow my wide frame to get in and feast on her.

  If she wants more contact, I will definitely deliver. Nothing would bring me more pleasure.

  My tongue flicks wildly at her sensitive clit, my tongue piercing hitting her receptive nub with more force, and she screams out in pleasure. Her slender hands tug on my hair, making me groan, causing vibrations against her pussy.

  “My God, your tongue piercing,” she moans raggedly.

  I want to high-five myself for giving her what she desires.

  Her legs squeeze against the outsides of my shoulders to try to block off the increased sensitivity. She thrashes her head when I take my hands and spread her legs all the way, preventing her from cutting me off. Part of me wants to remind her she wanted this, but there’s no way I’m going to stop when she’s close to peaking.

  “Please,” she whimpers. “It’s so intense.”

  Fuck! I stop, unsure if she wants me to continue.

  “Why did you stop? Don’t stop!”

  Okay, good, she wants more. I continue my relentless pace and her legs begin to quiver.

  “Come,” I rumble against her sex as I watch her, knowing she’s close. My hot mouth surrounds her needy clit, my cheeks hallow as I suck her into my mouth. Her body practically levitates off the bed.

  “Maceo!” she screams with bright eyes as her core pulses and her juices run down my beard. My lips smack noisily as her arousal continues to cover my face. Her orgasm goes on and on while I continue to flick my tongue against her, refusing to let it die quickly, making her lust thicken the air around me.

  “Maceo, please,” she moans. “I need
you inside of me.”

  Fuck yes! She doesn’t need to ask me twice.

  Licking the rest of her off my lips, I crawl up the bed, snaking an arm around her waist to pull her further up on it with me.

  Josephine grabs both sides of my face and draws me in for a kiss. I eagerly oblige, swiping my tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. Damn, she knows how to kiss me the way I like.

  We both groan as I settle myself between her slick thighs, her wet, molten core pulsing against my steel cock. My dick is fucking eager to be in her again, a snail trail runs down its length. I grab my shaft and run it up and down between her glossy, needy folds to coat myself with more of her precious lubrication. I tease her like this for several seconds before Josephine has had enough.

  “Maceo, fuck me!” she growls.

  Well, fuck me if those words aren’t my undoing. My muscles tighten, my pulse races, and my cock jumps with need.

  “As you wish, beautiful,” I hum. I line myself up with her pussy and thrust myself inside.

  We both moan in unison, before I slowly pull all the way out and slide back home to the root. I stay still for several moments, allowing her extremely tight center to loosen and relax around my girth.

  Slowly, I rotate my hips as I pull out and back in again, and again…

  Christ, this feels way too good. I’m a fucking lucky bastard because she’s letting me do this to her body.

  Needing her closer, I wrap my arm tighter around her body, bringing her flush against me. I kiss her languidly and swallow each of her mewls while my hips continue their torturously slow pace. I know she told me to fuck her, and I will, but right now I need to love and worship her body. She wraps her tiny legs around my waist, or as much as she can, seeing as I’m much larger than her.

  It’s not long before her breathing becomes labored and her legs are a trembling mess. Eager to lose myself in her while she lets go, I pick up the speed of my hips, grinding my pelvis against her clit. She meets me thrust for thrust. She’s moaning and crying noisily, turning my libido into overdrive, and pushing my pace faster.

  Shit, I like to fuck hard, but I’ve never met a woman who could keep up with me until now. Her whole body tenses up in my arms, like the most coiled spring, and I know I only have seconds.

  “I. Love. You,” I grunt between thrusts.

  Josephine screams and detonates around me, wringing my cock hard, and giving me no choice but to let go. “Fuck, Josephine!” I continue to drive up into her, filling her up with my come to the point it leaks back out of her and onto us.

  Spent, I fall onto her chest. I know my weight is probably crushing her, but she literally fucked me ragged. She wraps her slender arms around my neck and runs her hands into my hair, holding me to her. We remain connected for several minutes in a utopian state.

  She takes this blissful moment to surprise me.

  “I love you, too, Maceo.”

  Fuck, my cup runneth over.

  My heart swells to twice it’s size, knowing this beauty loves me back. I raise my face to hers, and tears prick my eyes. I honestly don’t know what I’ve done in this life to deserve the woman in my arms, but fuck if I won’t do everything in my power to keep her in them ‘till my dying breath.

  Speaking of swelling. No words need to be said between us. With a smile plastered on my face, I pull back and thrust forward into her for the second time today.

  Chapter Eight

  Josephine

  Sated, I lie with my head on Maceo’s expansive chest and lean over to kiss the spot where his heart is located. He hums when my lips make contact with his skin, and I smile. My body curls around his warm muscular form, and he traces small circles along my spine.

  I in turn run my fingers over his tattoos. He has several—the Navy SEAL insignia is across his right pectoral, a conspiracy of ravens floats down his entire right arm to the cuff of his wrist, the Greek Titan Atlas holding the world on his shoulders dominates the left bicep, and several of Poseidon’s tridents run up and down around his left forearm like a Greek band. I look up into his handsome face and it’s like looking at a real-life demigod, a son of the sea.

  My eyes return to his tattoos and my hand comes to the side of his torso where I see a long list of names in small script. I run a finger down the list and count sixteen names in all.

  “They’re the names of people I’ve served with who died in the line of duty,” he answers my unasked question.

  “There are a lot,” I whisper, afraid this may be a very sensitive subject for him.

  He squeezes my side gently. “That’s how it is as a SEAL, and as a hired gun. You go in prepared, but sometimes fate has other ideas. This is how I grieve for them. Tattooing their names into my skin means I’ll always have a piece of them that’ll live on.”

  His words haunt me, and I stiffen. My mind races back to the horrors of his work.

  Sensing my uneasiness, he rubs my back. “It’s okay, baby.”

  My head is swimming with questions, but I decide to ask the one bothering me the most. “Did you get the men who took the little girl and her nanny?”

  Maceo sighs heavily. I lift my head to gauge his reaction. Maceo looks like he’s warring with himself. His dark eyes look down at me as if he’s decided. “Yeah. We got them all, except the mastermind. But he will be dealt with.”

  It’s not what I meant, and he knows it. “Did you kill them?”

  Maceo’s eyes flicker but never leave mine. “Yes.”

  I press for more. “Did you personally do it?”

  Maceo’s jaw ticks for a moment. “I was point. We went into the rat-infested house where the child was being held. I, myself, took out half a dozen assailants who got in our way before we were able to grab the little girl.”

  He pauses, as if debating how much to say. “When we rounded up the remainder who weren’t killed, I went through and pulled aside the ones I could identify from the video—the ones who raped the nanny. Three out of the five were unlucky enough to have survived the siege. I fired a round into each of their dicks, giving them pain in the weapon they choose to hurt that poor woman. I finished them off with a bullet to the back of their skulls—the same way they did to the security team at the governor’s mansion. A message needed to be sent. There were no survivors.”

  I’m paralyzed by his confession. Truly, I should be horrified with what he did to those men, but they got off easy. Maceo could have been more brutal with them and I’d still justify his actions.

  I press my body into him. “Good.” I’m glad they’re dead and unable to hurt someone else. And I’m glad the man I’m clinging to is the man who sent them all to hell.

  Maceo lets out a breath of relief, reassured I won’t freak out over this knowledge.

  “I know you said you brought the little girl home, but is she okay?” I ask in a fearful whisper.

  “She’s a strong child. Physically she’s fine, not a scratch on her, but emotionally—with what she witnessed—it will take time. Hope the governor gets her a good counselor to give her a fighting chance as an adult,” he confides.

  “Thank God she’s okay, and thank God you were the one sent to save her,” I say genuinely, as I snuggle more into his side.

  Maceo’s eyes grow darker, more menacing, as he looks at nothing in particular. “The threat is still out there. Esteban Moreno will make another move—anything to smuggle his drugs into this country and fill his pockets. It’s only a matter of when. The fucker keeps coming back.”

  Worry grips me. “Who is Esteban Moreno?”

  Maceo’s arms constrict around me almost agonizingly. “Esteban Moreno is a kingpin of a Colombian drug cartel, and the most powerful drug trafficker in the world. He’s a villain in his own country—kidnapping, raping, and murdering to control the Colombian people. The fucker has been a thorn in my side my entire life. And I will be the one to end him,” he growls.

  Jesus! Now I’m actually terrified. “Maceo?”

  His dark eyes focu
s back on me and soften with worry. “Am I scaring you, mi amor?”

  “Yes,” I answer without hesitation.

  Maceo rolls us till he’s hovering over me, his eyes never breaking contact. “Don’t be frightened, Pixie. I protect what I hold most dear and fight for what I love. You never have to fear me.”

  I shake my head because he’s misunderstanding. “I’m not afraid of you, Maceo. I’m afraid for you. You seem hell-bent on taking this guy out. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” I express, cupping his chiseled face with one hand.

  Maceo leans into my palm before taking my hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “You don’t need to worry about me, Pixie,” he reassures me with tenderness in his eyes.

  “Maceo, I do worry about you. Don’t tell me not to worry when you admit a goal in your life is to take down a drug lord you have some vendetta against. It’s a fucking drug lord for crying out loud, not someone selling crack on the corner,” I spit, suddenly pissed at him.

  Maceo grin’s at me. “You’re too fucking cute when you get all riled up.”

  “I mean it, Maceo. Don’t you dare do anything stupid and get yourself killed, because I will never forgive you if I have to live without you.” I try to push him off me. He doesn’t budge an inch. He’s ridiculously massive compared to my scrawny ass.

  He chuckles and leans in to run his nose along my neck before bringing his lips to mine. “No worries, baby. I’ll be completely methodical and calculated when I take him out, like I was with everyone before him. I won’t be leaving your sassy ass until we’re both very old and gray.”

  “Maceo—”

  “Let’s get cleaned and go out,” he says, interrupting me and pulling me up with him. Maceo said this Esteban guy has been a torn in his side all his life, but what does he mean? I want to argue, to find out where this long-lasting feud stems from, but my stomach is growling and I hope ‘go out’ translates to ‘get food.’

  Maceo playfully slaps my bottom, making me giggle as we hurry into the bathroom. Once we enter, Maceo lets out a low whistle and spins around, taking in the oasis I created.