by Faye Avalon
She barely got the words out before his tongue flicked out and lathed her nipple. She dropped her head back, closing her eyes as his tongue lapped her tight bud. She loved the feel of his mouth on her tender flesh, loved how his fingers dug into her hips to hold her steady.
“My cock’s so damn hard already,” he said as he licked her nipple. “I need to be inside you again.”
She leaned back a little and ran her forefinger along his bottom lip. “I owe you something first, remember?”
He shook his head. “First touch of your mouth, I’ll lose it.”
Beth eased back, slowly dropping to her knees. “We’ll see.” She eased his thighs wider so she could shift between them and took his cock into her hands. His sharp inhale made her smile and she looked up into his dark chocolate gaze.
Interlocking her fingers around the base of his erection, Beth took the tip of him into her mouth.
“Fuck, Beth. I’m warning you…”
She disregarded his warning groan and took more of him into her mouth, loving the salty rich taste of him and the way his whole body tensed as he dropped back onto his elbows. The action pushed more of his cock into her mouth and she sucked him in. Slowly, she took him deeper, ignoring his harsh curse as she did so. His breathing became erratic, his curses emitted on a low growl.
His cock jerked in her mouth as he sat up sharply, then his hands were in her hair and he pulled her head back so fast that her teeth grazed along his length. “That’s enough.”
He stood, pulling her up in front of him, before twisting so that she tumbled onto the bed and his hard body covered her. His kiss was hard and unremitting, and Beth mewled as he cupped her mound and began manipulating her throbbing pussy.
She bent her knees and widened her legs so he could slide two fingers inside her. His mouth moved along her jaw, down her neck and he bit gently into the tender flesh. Already she felt the promise of climax, but she didn’t want to come with his fingers inside her. She wanted his dick. His hard, thick, throbbing erection. “Marco. I want you.”
“Oh, you’ll get me, bella.” He withdrew his fingers and moved down her body. The first touch of his hot mouth against her throbbing pussy and she arched up violently. Using his hands, Marco separated her pussy lips and slid his tongue along her heated folds.
Beth arched again, writhing against the bed as her hands reached out for purchase. She gripped the sheet as his tongue found her clit.
Slowly, he ran his tongue around it, taking care to avoid the sensitized tip of the hard bud.
“Marco. Please. TouchMe.”
Still he wouldn’t give her the relief she craved and Beth raised herself on her elbows. “Marco—”
The breath whooshed out of her as Marco withdrew his mouth from her pussy and flipped her over onto her stomach. She lay prone, turning her head to the side to try and see what he was doing. She heard rather than saw him roll on a condom, the rip of the foil echoing across the sound of her tortured breaths.
He yanked up her hips until she was on her knees with her ass in the air. His hands were on either side of her hips, holding her steady as he knelt behind her. “That’s what you get for torturing my cock with your mouth, bella mia.” His hot breath slid over her earlobe and she felt the nudge of his cock at the entrance to her slit. “Next time I tell you to stop and you don’t, there’ll be harsh consequences.”
“You don’t stop when I tell you,” she felt compelled to point out as her whole body shivered in anticipation.
When he didn’t answer or press into her, Beth tried to push back again him, but he held her firm.
He slipped one hand down over her stomach, his finger delving into her pussy finding her clit. “You should know I plan to fulfill those needs and desires of yours,” he warned in a low growl against her neck. “And along the way I’ll be fulfilling some of my own. You’d better prepare yourself, bella mia.”
He pushed into her, stealing her breath with the force of his invasion. Beth squeezed her eyes shut, reveling in the strength of his possession and in the promise of his words.
Oh, she was prepared, she thought as he pounded into her. It seemed as if she’d spent all her life being prepared. For Marco. Only Marco.
Chapter Twelve
“You have a vibrator?” Marco lay on his back in Beth’s bed a couple of nights later and stared at her as if she’d grown two heads.
“Don’t know why you’re so surprised. Most women do.” She laughed when he continued to stare at her. “Not that I’ve felt the need to use it since meeting you.”
That seemed to please him, since he glanced over at the drawer she’d indicated while making her confession. “You have any other surprises in there?”
“Can’t think of any. Why?”
“Thought you might need lube. For the dick substitute.”
“Dick substitute?” She rolled her eyes. “Honestly, men can’t let themselves believe that a woman might just want a sexual release. They have to think she really only needs what a man can give her.”
He stretched and folded his arms behind his head. “Whatever way you want to look at it, it’s a dick substitute. And you haven’t answered my question.”
“Yes. I have lubricant.” Beth narrowed her eyes as Marco grinned. “What did you have in mind?”
Except she already knew. And how could she deny him? If he wanted to use the vibrator on her, or watch her use it on herself, she wouldn’t refuse. She wanted to experience everything with Marco and have him experience everything with her, although she doubted there was much he hadn’t done.
Since he hadn’t answered her question, she took the tube from the drawer and offered it to him.
He reached out and touched her chin as he raised his eyebrows. “You’re okay with it?”
“Why not?”
He eyed her steadily before sitting up and pulling her over until she straddled him. “You don’t sound too sure. If you don’t want to…”
“I do.” She placed her hands on his chest and let her fingers brush over his taut muscles. “I want to do anything you want.”
“This is about what you want, Beth.”
“No. It’s about us both.” And if he wanted to use the vibrator on her, who was she to refuse? She always enjoyed any foreplay he instigated, why should this be different?
One of Marco’s favorite things was watching her pleasure herself before he penetrated her, and she’d gotten more used to doing it, less inhibited, loving how it turned him on.
Since Marco was frowning, Beth moved against him, brushing her pussy against his rapidly growing erection. “At first I might be a little apprehensive about some of the things we do,” she admitted. “But that’s because I’ve never done them before. My sex life with James wasn’t exactly experimental.”
She smiled and reached up to stroke her fingers over his jaw, sensing the tightness that had set in there. “Don’t look so worried, I’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done. I love how creative you are, how creative I am when I’m with you.”
“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“You’re not listening.”
“Beth, I—”
She put her finger over his mouth, stopping him. “I want our sex life to be as exciting as anything else you’ve experienced. I feel safe with you, Marco. I’m willing to try anything you want.”
“Damn it, Beth.” He ran his hand over her hip, drew her in. “You’re the most exciting woman I’ve known.”
His words pushed a little glow into her heart, but Beth imagined that a man would tell any woman that she was exciting when she was naked on top of him. “Thanks. Now what was it you had in mind?”
His eyes were stormy as he looked at her. “Maybe another time.”
She bent down and kissed him. “Now.”
When he didn’t look convinced, Beth reached over to the bedside cabinet drawer. She took out the vibrator and picked up the tube of lubricant. With one item in each hand, she wa
ved them in front of him. “Tell me what you want.”
****
Feeling slightly queasy, Marco watched as Beth waved the flesh coloured vibrator in front of him. More than that he felt jealous. Of a fucking vibrator. How many nights had she slipped it under the sheets, opened her legs, and pushed it inside her? Shit. He was being ridiculous.
Not that he had time to ponder his feelings further because a deeper, sharper realization lightened his chest, allowing him to breathe easier. Beth hadn’t been serious about that threesome. She hadn’t mentioned it again, and neither had he. And since she’d admitted she was initially apprehensive about some of the things he suggested, which to his mind had been pretty normal, how the hell would she feel in a threesome? Or shit, Amber’s foursome?
Come to think of it, how would she feel about what he was about to suggest? He leaned back against the pillow and placed his hands around her hips. “Put that damn thing away but keep the lube.”
She smiled that cat smile. “What have you got in mind?”
He ran his fingers lightly over her hips. “Have you ever been taken from behind?”
She blushed a little. “Of course. We’ve done that a few of times.”
“No. I mean behind. My cock in your ass.”
Her blush intensified as she tensed against him. “No.”
“If you don’t want to try then we’ll forget it. Don’t agree to it because you think it’s what I want.”
“But you do want it. Why else would you suggest it?”
As she shifted, he tightened his hands around her hips. “I want to do it with you, bella, but if you don’t want it then it won’t happen.” He waited until her gaze met his. “You’ll be no less exciting to me, Beth.”
Hell, she looked so damn sexy straddling him, her ruffled hair tumbling around her shoulders, her lips swollen from his kisses, her breasts pert and sumptuous. As for her hot pussy brushing against his cock… Damn, she was a fucking banquet.
“I think I’d like to try,” she said slowly, her eyes steady on his. “Will you go slowly?”
He hesitated before nodding. His cock was so damn hard he didn’t know if he’d have it in him to go slow the moment his dick felt the tight heat of her ass. But he would. For her. He’d go as slow as she needed.
She kept her eyes on his as she scrambled across him and onto all fours.
Marco felt a surge of emotion push into his chest at the sight of her. At the way she opened herself for him. At the way she trusted him to keep his word.
He knelt behind her, placed his arms around her waist and pulled her up until her back was pressed against his chest. “Stretch up your arms and link your hands around my neck.”
When she did, he placed his hands around her soft breasts, letting his thumbs brush slowly across her nipples. She dropped her head back against his shoulder and Marco feasted on the white milky flesh of her neck.
She moaned, stretched, and brushed her ass against his cock.
It was Marco’s turn to groan as he released one breast to take his hand down past her waist, her stomach. Then he cupped her mound. “Open your legs. Let me push my fingers inside you.”
She widened her knees and he slid two fingers into her as he continued to stimulate one nipple. She stretched sinuously, arching her back.
He worked her clit until her breathing intensified. He let her come, holding her tight as she bucked against him.
When her knees gave way, he turned her until she was lying on her back beneath him. He kissed her, then slowly ran his mouth over her neck, her throat and down to her breasts.
He’d discovered that one of the quickest ways to heat her up was to tongue her nipples, so he took his time licking, sucking, and toying with the sensitive buds.
Slowly, he let his mouth travel down her body until he knelt between her legs and used his thumbs to part her pussy lips. He licked along her slit, touched his tongue to her clit.
She writhed sinuously and moaned out his name.
Since she was already wet, he eased two fingers inside her. All the while his cock ached like a damn bitch. She could do that to him. Heat him up with one touch of her wet pussy, one flash of a glorious breast. It had been barely fifteen minutes since he’d been inside her, yet he wanted her again. He always wanted her.
Withdrawing, he reached for the lubricant lying near the pillow. Though her eyes were slumberous, he saw the wariness in them as she watched him slick grease onto his forefinger. Using the thumb of his free hand, he pressed it to her clit, rotating slowly so that she writhed against him again. Slowly, carefully, he reached beneath her and touched his slicked finger to the opening of her ass.
He pushed in a little, all the while keeping his eyes on hers. “Okay?”
With a little nod she whispered an unintelligible sound, which he took as permission to continue.
She moved her hips as he pushed deeper, her eyes closed, teeth biting her lower lip. When she gasped, he froze.
“You want me to stop?” His voice sounded deeper than usual, as if his throat was filled with gravel. “Beth?”
Her eyes were still closed, but she shook her head.
“Beth. Open your eyes.” When they fluttered open, she blinked and looked at him. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
He waited, feeling unsteady, unsure. He’d never knowingly made a woman do something she wasn’t comfortable with, and he damn well wasn’t about to start with Beth.
“Why have you stopped?”
He withdrew his fingers. “Maybe this isn’t the right time.”
“Why not?”
Shaking his head, he sat back on his heels. “Just isn’t.”
She propped herself on her elbows. “Because I’ve never done it before?”
“Maybe.”
“So you’re going to deny me the experience, because you’re too chicken.”
He narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“Too chicken.” Her sultry smile alerted him to the fact he was being played. “You put the idea in my head, make me wonder, then you back out. And I’m left to speculate how amazing it might have been. With you.”
Shit. The woman killed him. “Roll onto your stomach.”
She swallowed at his growled command, and Marco reminded himself he had to take it slow. She might have baited him, taunted him, but he wasn’t immune to the slight trepidation in her eyes as she rolled over. “On your hands and knees.”
As she scrambled up, he grabbed a condom and rolled it over his throbbing cock. Then he snatched up the lube and spread it over his length. Fuck. Had he ever felt this big? Would he hurt her? He wondered if he should take her the traditional way, but he wasn’t about to refuse her again.
Hell. The fact that she trusted him not to hurt her, that she was willing to do something with him she’d never done with anyone else… It humbled him. Made him feel like a fucking king.
Since her sweet ass was in the air, tempting him, inviting him, he slicked lube over his middle finger and slowly pressed inside Beth’s tightness. He let her dictate the pace, waiting when she tensed, allowing her time to relax against the unfamiliar invasion.
Then she took him, pushing back against him each time he stopped. She ground her hips, arched her back, and Marco knew he couldn’t wait another moment.
Withdrawing his finger, he nudged his cock against her entrance. Gently he pushed, again waiting for her to adjust to him. He took direction from the way her body moved, from the way she breathed, the tiny mewling sounds she made.
He took a breath and a moment to relish the feel of her firm, tight ass surrounding his cock. It cost him but he moved slowly, grinding his teeth to keep himself grounded. Because he wanted badly to pump, to thrust his cock to the hilt and pound into her, he slowed down his breathing. He’d make it good for her. Make it special.
His patience was rewarded when she began matching the rhythm of his tempered thrusts and with her pleasured encouragement, let himself go.
He slumped against her and together they fell onto the bed. Aware of his weight, Marco eased to the side and drew Beth against him, spooning her. When his breathing was more even, he kissed her neck. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She folded her hands over his. “It was amazing. You felt too big at first, but you went so slowly the stinging sensation soon went away.” She turned her head and gave him a sleepy smile.
His stomach took a long slow roll as warmth seeped into his bloodstream. “You’re beautiful, Beth.”
When he kissed her, she gave him that slumberous smile again. “So are you.”
He drew her close, wrapping her tight against him. Every time they were together he wanted her to be in no doubt that she was the most amazing, most giving, most exciting woman he’d ever known. He’d never felt about a woman the way he felt about Beth.
Shit. One damn thing was certain. No fucking way was he sharing her. Not with anyone.
Chapter Thirteen
As Beth completed admin tasks in the front office at the Center, she took a moment to check her emails hoping to find one from Marco.
He was away on a stag trip for Ethan’s final weekend as a bachelor, and already she missed him more than was probably healthy. He’d called her that morning telling her to check her emails later in the day because he had a surprise for her.
On finding no message from Marco, Beth felt a twinge of regret, but it was hard to let the feeling linger because for the past four weeks she’d been so darn happy she had to keep pinching herself.
Having gathered up the latest adoption folders for filing, she went out into reception humming contentedly. She did a double take upon seeing Amber standing amongst the busy weekend visitors, her arms full of blankets and old newspapers.
“Beth. I was hoping to run into you.” Amber shot an infectious smile her way, but it didn’t stop Beth enduring that residual squeeze of resentment she hadn’t quite been able to shake whenever she thought of Amber’s history with Marco. Besides which, the woman looked hot even in a sweatshirt and training pants.
“Hi.” Beth walked over and met Amber as she came toward her. “What can I do for you?”
