“You’re beautiful,” he growled as his mouth moved down her stomach, nibbling on her hip bone before moving lower.
Zoe gasped when his head kissed her inner thigh. “Open for me Zoe,” he coaxed and she sighed when his fingers moved softly against her body. His mouth moved lower, blowing softly against the curls hiding her core.
She held her breath, waiting for him to touch her and when he did, she wasn’t disappointed. His mouth was warm, hot and fantastic as he tasted her, his tongue moving against her as his finger slid inside her. She screamed out when he moved his tongue and finger at the same time, arching up against him. She hadn’t wanted to climax like this, but he was too skilled, too magnificent to hold back and her body vibrated as her orgasm shuddered through her, her fingers clenching the comforter on either side of her body.
Marco moved up, kissing his way to her neck. “That has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he said just as his mouth took her earlobe, biting gently. “Will you do it again?” he asked, tossing the rest of his clothes off to the side as he watched her come down from her orgasm.
Zoe immediately shook her head, her breathing still rapid as her body slowly recovered from his tender ministrations.
He laughed softly. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked and pulled her knees up so they were around his waist. As he slid slowly into her, Zoe’s body reacted sharply. No longer was she relaxed and recovering. With his movement, her body arched back again, pushing against him as she moved to take all of him inside her. When he continued to fill her, she gasped at his size, at how perfectly he felt. Her eyes widened in alarm, but he pulled back, then eased in deeper and Zoe closed her eyes, feeling incredibly good as he started moving.
Soon though, the slow, methodical movements were no longer enough. She wanted more. She wanted faster. She wanted him deeper and her arms gripped him, her hands moving down his back so she could hold onto his hips. She tried to make him move faster, but he wouldn’t let her, setting the pace and watching her face, her reactions.
Marco gritted his teeth, holding back his own until he knew she was almost upon her second climax. When he felt the shivering begin, then he let go, at which point, the control he’d established over his body was released and he couldn’t hold back anything. He watched in fascination and awe as Zoe’s orgasm spasmed out, throbbing around him and pulling him deeper, intensifying the explosion.
Long minutes later, Zoe stared up at the high ceiling of her loft, trying to slow her breathing to something more manageable. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on catching her breath, and stopping the shivering that had taken over her body.
“Are you okay?” Marco asked, looking down at her as he lifted himself up on his elbows.
Her hand lifted slightly to try and touch his shoulder, to reassure him that she was okay, but she couldn’t lift her arm, too weak from that last explosive climax to do anything other than nod slightly.
He rolled over onto his back, taking her with him so she was draped over his side. “You’re lovely,” he said, pulling her hair off to the side, his fingers sliding through the long, dark brown tresses. “Does it take you a long time to take care of all this hair?” he asked.
Zoe had to laugh. She’d just had the most incredible moment of her life and he wanted to know about her hair. “Yes,” she finally said through her laughter.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his hand moving from her hair down her back to rest on her bottom.
She shook her head and sighed. “Nothing.”
“At least nothing you’re going to tell me, I’m guessing,” he said, his eyes looking at her soft features and lovely smile. He was curious, but at this point, he didn’t really care. She was in his arms, the place he’d wanted her to be for more than ten years and she looked deliriously happy. He’d put that smile on her face and she felt too damn good to do anything more than shift her weight slightly so he had better access to all that delectable skin. “I hope you’re not very hungry.”
“I’m starving,” she said.
“Too bad,” he replied and covered her breast with his mouth. Zoe gasped as the electricity shot through her, going straight to her core as her legs wrapped around him tightly. His hand moved to the other and she reached up to grab his wrists, initially to pull them away because the sensations were too intense, but then she simply held him there as his fingers teased and tested, his other hand moving downwards to test more sensitive areas and Zoe cried out as his fingers found her, slid inside and made her writhe in pleasure so intense she could barely see straight.
Several hours later, Zoe was back down in her kitchen, her fluffy robe on and her knees still shaking from the things she’d just experienced at his hands. Never in her life had she even dreamed things like that could happen. The things he made her body feel, the tremors that shook her, were beyond fantasy, she thought. They were insane!
She slumped in her chair and watched as Marco chopped and stirred up something on her stove that smelled absolutely delicious. She was too content to ask what he was making, so she sat there sipping her wine and enjoyed the view of Marco in her kitchen with only his slacks on. His wide, muscular back rippling in front of her as he reached for different things, offered her samples and just generally made her weak with the need to touch him again, feel him and move with him inside her once more.
She knew she was in trouble, but right now, she didn’t have the energy to do anything about it. She simply enjoyed having him around, knowing she’d have to deal with the heartache at some point. Marco was a gorgeous specimen of manhood, she couldn’t keep him to herself. He’d move on to the next woman, just as he had the last time.
She just hoped it wouldn’t be as quickly as it had ten years ago. She’d only gotten a few days that last time. Were her days already numbered? Would he move on to the next woman next week? Next month?
Tomorrow?
The pain in her chest at the thought of another woman sharing what they’d just shared hurt more that she could deal with. So instead of dwelling on that kind of scenario, she chose to live in the moment. Enjoy Marco while she had him, then deal with the heartache when it was over.
He cooked, they ate, and then he picked her up and carried her up the stairs, following her down onto her bed while they made love into the wee hours of the morning.
Chapter 7