shoulder but he inserted two fingers into her channel almost causing her to lose balance. Then he removed his fingers just as swiftly and her knees buckled. She whirled on him. Marcella grabbed his face and demanded a kiss, locking her lips with his. He didn’t resist. Their lips met and the shockwaves went all the way to her toes. His pillow soft lips parted, her tongue darted in, tasting, then delving in a swoop over his, drawing it forth. The kiss was so good she heard herself humming. Diego gripped her by both halves of her butt cheeks and crushed her into his pelvis so she could feel the might of his erection. And he claimed her mouth as his. Her eyes rolled over the masterful way his tongue moved against her own, sweeping the roof of her mouth and exploring. He tasted as she imagined, spicy.
Marcella wasn’t big on kissing but she wanted to curl up and die in his arms, with this kiss taking her under. She felt weightless as her feet left the ground. He had scooped her up into his arms, and carried her toward the bed. She held on to him not wanting to release.
The bed greeted her, the sheets pushed away. Diego plied his mouth from hers to separate. Marcella panted, thirsty, so very thirsty for more of him. She’d never felt such strong currents of hunger for a man before. It literally gave her the shakes. She watched him closely fearing he’d go for more games and leave. Diego undid his cuffs, and then removed a pocket watch that he dropped on the side nightstand. Her gaze leveled on the watch then swung back up to him as he shed his suit jacket and vest. And she waited. He undid the buttons to his shirt next—slowly opening it for her. Her eyes devoured his firm muscled chest. A sprinkle of dark wavy hair thinned over a taut six-pack and arrowed down to his groin. His trousers did nothing to hide the strength of his arousal. His cock bulged against the front.
“ I want you inside of me.”
Good lord had that come out of her mouth? It just did, and in a voice she didn’t recognize. Her focus narrowed down to his hand as it undid his zipper, and then flipped up to his hooded stare and she realized she had indeed. She had actually asked the man for sex. The kind that would rock her world and break down every mental chain for restraint she’d used the past months. After all she could indulge in sex. It didn’t have to mean love.
Diego dropped his pants and his underwear. Marcella scooted further back into the pillows. He pressed a knee into the bed and his cock swayed under a mass of thick curled pubic hair. She lowered back into her pillows like a good girl, as his hands went on either side of her and pinned her down. “Say it again.”
She stared up at him and smiled. “I want you inside of me.”
“ I intend to be—and soon. You must be patient Marcella, trust me I desire you. But I need to have you completely, do you understand. No more questioning what is destined to happen in this bed between you and I. It is time for acceptance.”
She blinked up at him that she understood.
A secretive sly smile curled along his lips. “ Am I too forward?”
“ Um, no, it’s refreshing. Having a person, um, man, speak his mind the way you do. I like it.”
He flicked the tip of his tongue at her lips, and then bit her chin. She winced, clenching her fist. He came down on her; his chest hair abraded her nipples while his tongue did devilish things inside of her mouth. She writhed against the storm of sensations. The heat and length of his cock pressed against her thigh, she parted her legs wanting him to honor her request. She needed no further foreplay; she just wanted the longing to end. Then the thought of a condom flared to the front of her mind and she stiffened. Turning her mouth from the kiss she panted and captured enough breath to speak. “Condom.”
It wasn’t going down without one.
Diego turned her chin so she could look him in the eye. “I
Marcella wasn’t big on kissing but she wanted to curl up and die in his arms, with this kiss taking her under. She felt weightless as her feet left the ground. He had scooped her up into his arms, and carried her toward the bed. She held on to him not wanting to release.
The bed greeted her, the sheets pushed away. Diego plied his mouth from hers to separate. Marcella panted, thirsty, so very thirsty for more of him. She’d never felt such strong currents of hunger for a man before. It literally gave her the shakes. She watched him closely fearing he’d go for more games and leave. Diego undid his cuffs, and then removed a pocket watch that he dropped on the side nightstand. Her gaze leveled on the watch then swung back up to him as he shed his suit jacket and vest. And she waited. He undid the buttons to his shirt next—slowly opening it for her. Her eyes devoured his firm muscled chest. A sprinkle of dark wavy hair thinned over a taut six-pack and arrowed down to his groin. His trousers did nothing to hide the strength of his arousal. His cock bulged against the front.
“ I want you inside of me.”
Good lord had that come out of her mouth? It just did, and in a voice she didn’t recognize. Her focus narrowed down to his hand as it undid his zipper, and then flipped up to his hooded stare and she realized she had indeed. She had actually asked the man for sex. The kind that would rock her world and break down every mental chain for restraint she’d used the past months. After all she could indulge in sex. It didn’t have to mean love.
Diego dropped his pants and his underwear. Marcella scooted further back into the pillows. He pressed a knee into the bed and his cock swayed under a mass of thick curled pubic hair. She lowered back into her pillows like a good girl, as his hands went on either side of her and pinned her down. “Say it again.”
She stared up at him and smiled. “I want you inside of me.”
“ I intend to be—and soon. You must be patient Marcella, trust me I desire you. But I need to have you completely, do you understand. No more questioning what is destined to happen in this bed between you and I. It is time for acceptance.”
She blinked up at him that she understood.
A secretive sly smile curled along his lips. “ Am I too forward?”
“ Um, no, it’s refreshing. Having a person, um, man, speak his mind the way you do. I like it.”
He flicked the tip of his tongue at her lips, and then bit her chin. She winced, clenching her fist. He came down on her; his chest hair abraded her nipples while his tongue did devilish things inside of her mouth. She writhed against the storm of sensations. The heat and length of his cock pressed against her thigh, she parted her legs wanting him to honor her request. She needed no further foreplay; she just wanted the longing to end. Then the thought of a condom flared to the front of her mind and she stiffened. Turning her mouth from the kiss she panted and captured enough breath to speak. “Condom.”
It wasn’t going down without one.
Diego turned her chin so she could look him in the eye. “I
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