Текст книги "An On Dublin Street Valentine"
Автор книги: Samantha Young
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“What does that mean?”
Yup, he’d totally forgotten Valentine’s Day.
“Nothing. I guess.” I stood up, a little annoyed with his reaction. “Well I better get back to work.”
“I’m finishing early today. I thought I’d pick up the girls so they don’t have to go to the after school program.”
“Okay, great. Make sure to let the school know they won’t be there.”
“Got it. I’ll see you at home.” He hung up and I glowered at the phone. Nate had no right to be pissy at me because of a stupid lunch.
Ugh.
What an unbelievably crappy Valentine’s Day.
***
Walking up to the house in the dark of the early evening I stared at it in confusion. Usually the house was lit up when I came home from work. Whereas I did breakfast and the morning school run, Nate always arranged his schedule so that he could pick the kids up from the after school program and he more often than not had dinner on the table too.
There was only a faint glow of light peeking out of the blinds that covered our front window.
Opening the front door I was immediately hit by the comforting heat and the delicious smell of Chinese food.
My favorite.
Maybe Nate felt bad for being all grumpy and jealous on the phone earlier. “I’m home!” I called out as I closed the door.
I was usually barraged with something along the lines of ‘Mum! Jan stole my Barbie!’ while said thief came running at me from wherever she was in the house.
Nothing.
“Nate?”
“In here, beautiful.”
Smiling at the compliment I shrugged out of my coat and shoes and followed the smells of divine food to the dining room.
My eyes widened at the sight before me.
The room was lit with candlelight and there was a huge bunch of stunning red roses in a vase on the middle of the table. A table that was set up for dinner.
Nate stood by the table in his favorite jeans and a long-sleeved black top that did nothing to hide his still muscular and trim physique. He was barefoot and relaxed and staring at me with a familiar heat in his eyes.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”
I grinned, my stomach letting out a rumble at the sight of the Chinese food. “Did someone remind you?”
He shook his head, mischief in his eyes. “I called my dad last week and asked him if he’d take the girls tonight. My parents picked up Lily and Jan this afternoon.”
“But… you made it sound like you’d forgotten?”
He shrugged and laughed. “I was just messing with you.” He strode toward me and grabbed a handful of my shirt to tug me to him. His kiss was hot and deep and I instantly wrapped myself around him.
When we broke apart, he stared into my eyes and whispered, “I’ve missed you, Liv. I thought we could use some time alone.”
And just like that the knot in my chest loosened completely. “I’ve missed you, too.”
***
A few hours later I laid on our sofa, my legs stretched out across Nate’s lap, while I sipped at the ice cold beer he’d just handed me before settling in. The living room was lit by the flames in our fireplace. It was cozy and intimate and romantic.
It was also weirdly quiet.
“You feel it too?” Nate drew circles on my ankle with the tips of his fingers.
“The girls?” I said softly.
He nodded. “It’s quiet without them.”
“Yeah. You get used to having them around.” I chuckled. “Lily said something so funny this morning.”
Nate smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, I just can’t remember what it was.” I rested my head on the back of the sofa hearing Nate laugh. “It’s been a weird day. I can barely remember any of it.”
“Except for the part where you had lunch with an ex?”
I shot a look at him. He was drinking his beer and still tracing my skin casually but the lines of his shoulders were tense. “Ben wasn’t an ex.”
“Close to.”
My brows drew together. “You honestly had a problem with me seeing him today?”
He turned his head and our gazes locked. “Yes. I had a problem with some guy getting to have a quiet lunch and a nice conversation with my wife because until right now I couldn’t remember the last time I got to have a quiet lunch and nice conversation with my wife.”
“Nate.”
“I know I’m being an arse.” He rubbed a hand over his face and groaned.
I smiled. “You’re not an ass. On retrospect, considering how little time we’ve had for each other lately, I would have been mad if you had lunch with some other woman who had some affiliation with your romantic history.”
Nate squeezed my ankle. “Doesn’t matter now. We’re here.”
“Yes we are.”
We lapsed into comfortable silence, the only sound the crackling of the flames in the grate of the fire.
And then I couldn’t help myself.
“Would you rather take part in The Hunger Games or the Tri Wizard Tournament?”
Nate contemplated the question. “Depends. Am I competing in the 74th annual Hunger Games or the 75th?”
“Why?”
“Well the 75th was the one where all the previous winners were pitted against each other.”
“You’ve seen those movies too many times.”
“You’ve seen Harry Potter too many times.”
Well I couldn’t argue with that. “True.” I frowned. “Does it matter if you’re in the 75th annual hunger games?”
“I take it I am then?”
“Yes, for the sake of expedience you are in the 75th annual Hunger Games. So The Hunger Games or the Tri Wizard Tournament?”
“It’s kind of an easy decision. I’ll probably die in The Hunger Games. I’ll live in the Tri Wizard thing.”
“Uh no!” I shook my head. “You will inevitably face Voldemort at the end of the Tri Wizard Tournament.”
“Still not as difficult as The Hunger Games, Babe.”
“Hello, it’s Voldemort. He’s the second most powerful wizard in the world.”
“Third if you count Harry Potter.”
“But not at the Tri Wizard Tournament point in the books and movies.”
“That Voldemort guy has no nose. How scary can a man without a nose be?”
“He has nostrils.”
“But no nose.”
“I feel like you’re underestimating him.”
“I feel like you’re underestimating the games. There are people with weapons and mutated dogs and acidic fog in the games. It’s Battle Royale on steroids.”
I huffed. “Please, Battle Royale was way bloodier than the Hunger Games.”
“Because of a rating issue. In reality the games are extremely violent and futuristically sadistic.”
“I feel like you care about these movies way too much. Is it the Jennifer Lawrence thing?”
Nate laughed. “No. You asked me a ‘would you rather’ and I gave my answer.”
“Well…” I sighed heavily. “I hope you’re happy because you’ve separated us. You’re in the Tri Wizard Tournament facing he who shall not be named and I’m in The Hunger Games trying to avoid killing freaking Katniss because she’s awesome.”
We stared each other a moment as we processed our conversation.
“We never really grew up did we?” Nate mused.
“No, we really didn’t.”
“Our kids are going to out mature us.”
“Probably. Definitely January. She’s already more mature than you.”
Nate tickled my feet in payback and I laughed as I tried to pull away. He grabbed onto me and tugged on my leg so I slid down the couch.
“Hey!” I giggled, holding my beer out so it wouldn’t spoil.
Nate’s answer was to take the beer off me and put it on our coffee table next to his. He then braced himself over me, nudging my legs apart and I wrapped them around his hips as he stared down into my eyes. His dimple flashed as he smiled at me.
“You’re beautiful, you know that.”
I grinned. “You’re drunk.”
“I’ve had half a beer.” He shook his head. “I just… sometimes I forget how beautiful you are and then I look over at you and you’re smiling at the kids and your beauty punches me in the chest. How did I get so lucky, Liv?”
I slid my arms under his shirt and around his back, stroking his warm, smooth skin. “I asked you to teach me to be good at sex and you very kindly obliged. The rest is history.”
“Oh. Right.” he grinned, still smiling as he pressed a kiss to my lips. Very suddenly he frowned, however, and pulled back.
“What?”
“We are never telling our kids the story of house we fell in love.”
Horrified at the realization, I agreed. “Never.”
“We need a story to tell the kids in case they ask.”
“Well…” My grip on him tightened. “You kind of started getting me all hot and bothered here. Can you finish doing that and then we’ll think of something?”
His answer was start kissing me hungrily.
“Mmm.” I pushed at his chest and he pulled back, frowning down at me. “You know where we should do it?”
“I thought we were doing it right here?”
“No, let’s do it in the shower. Oh we haven’t had shower sex in so long.”
He eyed me suspiciously. “This wouldn’t be a way to kill two birds with one stone would it?”
“No, because I will need a shower again after we do what we’re going to do when we get out of the shower which is more sex because we can have sex loudly tonight.” I slid out from under him. “And I hate that saying. Why the hell would you kill a bird with a stone, let alone two?”
***
It was safe to say I was in a good mood the next day. Nate and I had a long and very wonderful shower together, and afterwards he got me so dirty I needed a shower all over again.
It was awesome.
By morning I woke up sated and satisfied but missing the girls, so we talked to Lily and January during our breakfast before their grandparents drove into the city to drop them off at school. I couldn’t wait to hug my little angels that night.
Ronan commented on my obviously improved mood but not even his teasing could penetrate my anti-negativity force field. The world was good and no one was going to tell me any different.
Okay so the student who wouldn’t quit screaming at me over her reserve section fine maybe put a dent in my force field.
I was in the staffroom buried in paperwork, rubbing the tension the ranting student had put in my forehead out when a strong hand coasted down my side and I heard a deep familiar voice say in my ear, “Free for lunch?”
I jerked back in my seat, my head just missing Nate’s nose. I stared up at him in shock. “What are you doing here?”
He held out a hand. “Taking you to lunch.”
“I thought you had a shoot?”
“Finished early.”
A slow smile prodded my lips. “So you came here? To take me to lunch?”
He grinned. “I was thinking you could take a long lunch.”
“She can take a long lunch,” Ronan butted in and I dipped my head so I could see past Nate. Ronan stood behind him grinning mischievously at me.
“Are you sure you can handle things while I’m gone?”
“If you come back in an even better mood than you were in this morning then I can definitely cover a long lunch for you.”
“I’m not that bad,” I huffed.
He rolled his eyes and walked away.
Nate raised an eyebrow at me. “Olivia Sawyer, have you been a moody boss?”
“Never.” I stood up and mimicked his eyebrow raise. “I’m a lady, and ladies are never moody. We’re mercurial.”
My husband laughed. “Slap a fancy name on it but it doesn’t change facts. You’ve been moody.”
I shot him a grin before I gathered my things and accepted his proffered hand. “It’s your fault I’ve been moody. I don’t do well without my Nate time.”
He squeezed my hand. “Back at you, babe.”
We talked about everything and nothing, and it surprised and elated me at how giddy I felt to be walking down the street hand in hand at lunchtime with him. It was just so outside of our regularly scheduled programming, and I loved that he’d sprung this on me.
When we stopped outside a hotel I stared up at it, confused. “Do they have a nice restaurant here?”
Instead of answering right away, Nate tugged my hand and led me inside the gorgeous entrance way of the boutique hotel. “I don’t know,” he finally said, as we approached reception. “But they do room service.”
My lips parted in more surprise as Nate said to the pretty receptionist, “Early check in for Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer.”
She went through check in with us and then handed us our room key.
Once we were in the elevator I turned to look at my husband. “Lunch time check in. They probably think we checked in under false names. That we’re having an affair.”
He smirked and shot me a look out of the corner of his eye. “Probably.”
“Nate.”
“What? I could give a shit what they think.” The doors binged open and Nate pulled me out of the elevator with more urgency now. “If I don’t get you in our room,” his eyes flicked from door number to door number, “In the next ten seconds I’m going to fuck you in the hallway.”
Arousal flushed my skin. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Here we are.” He stopped and pushed me up against a door, crushing my lips beneath his as he squeezed my waist with one hand. I realized he was opening the door with the other as it clicked open behind me and I stumbled back on my heels, breaking the kiss. My heart was pounding in my chest as I was dragged inside, the door slamming shut behind us.
“Na—” his name was cut off when he kissed me again.
“Do you,” he kissed me, “realize,” more kisses, followed by him pushing my coat off my shoulders, “last night,” he kissed my jaw, my neck, as my coat fell to the floor, “was the first,” my lips were captured in his again, “time in ages,” he plucked at the buttons on my blouse, “we took time,” the zipper on my skirt sounded through the room, “to savor sex.”
“It was?” I said, but the words were mumbled against his hot lips.
Nate pulled back to slowly slide my skirt down my legs. I stepped out of it, watching as his eyes travelled up them leisurely. When he looked at me they were black with heat. “Sex is always great, babe, but last night was like old times.”
I nodded, shivering just at the memories.
“I don’t want it to end,” he whispered hoarsely. “I don’t want you to ever stop needing this because I know never will.”
I bent down so I could cup his gorgeous face in my hands. “I’ve never stopped needing this. Never, Nate.”
“Tell me what you want?”
I bit my lip and brushed my thumb over his mouth. “My dirty Nate,” I whispered affectionately.
He bit at my thumb playfully. “I already knew you wanted me.”
“Oh?” I grinned. “Is my hard on showing?”
He laughed, his eyes gleaming with mirth and so much more. “If I slide my hands between your legs, I’ll find you wet and wanting. I’ll tell you something else,” he coasted his hand up the inside of my leg, “I’ll fuck the cockiness right out of you.”
I sighed in pleasure as his fingers slipped under my panties. “I blame you.” I groaned, he pushed inside of me. “You’ve inflated my ego.”
He pressed a sweet kiss to my stomach and looked up at me. “It’s not ego when it’s all true.”
I giggled and brushed my fingers through his hair. “Is that what you tell yourself, babe?”
He winked at me and it was hot. “You know it.”
“Enough chit chat,” I teased, “If we’re having an illicit affair we better get going.” My laughter turned into squeals as Nate slipped his fingers out of me, stood up and unceremoniously lifted me into his arms and threw me onto the bed.
Grinning at his playfulness I spread-eagled on the bed. “Take me!” I cried out breathily and melodramatically. “Before the clock strikes midnight and I turn into a poor serving girl.”
Nate, who had already yanked off his shirt, paused mid unbuttoning of his trousers. “You can’t dirty up Cinderella.”
I snickered. “Why not?”
“Because our kids watch it.”
I burst out into hysterical giggles at the horror on his face.
“What?” He crossed his arms, frowning at me.
“You!” I tried to catch my breath. “You’re such an adorable daddy.”
His face fell. “Don’t use that word in the bedroom.”
Struggling not to smile I said, “What? Daddy?”
“Stop it.”
“Come on, daddy.”
“I’m warning you I will lose my erection!”
I commenced laughing so hard my stomach was aching.
“That’s it!” he growled and I let out a huff of surprise as Nate wrapped his arm around my ankle and pulled me down the bed toward him. He crawled over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them beside my head.
My laughter died but I was still grinning as he stared down at me, his lips twitching. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, amusement still thick in my voice.
“Are you done?” he whispered back.
I nodded.
“Good. Now I’m going to lick you and finger fuck you before I take turns sucking and licking your nipples.”
A delicious wave moved through my lower belly and I felt the wet heat between my legs at his words. “And then?”
“Then I’m going to slide my cock slowly inside you, inch by inch, tormenting you. I’ll keep it slow, easy, just out of reach… until you’re begging me to fuck you.” His hands squeezed tight around my wrists and I felt the heat of his hard cock between my legs.
“Do that other stuff later,” I spread my legs and tilted my hips to press him harder against me. “Give me your cock. Now.”
“My dirty Liv,” he said gruffly and then pressed my hands deeper into the mattress as he positioned himself.
I felt the heat of him, pressing slowly inside, and pleasure started rippling over me at the stunning feeling of fullness.
“Nate,” I pleaded.
He thrust inside and I cried out at the pleasure pain, the slight burn easing completely as he started to pump in and out of me. My legs fell open and there was nothing but my husband and what he was doing to my body. The delicious pressure low inside of me started to build, and my breathing grew louder, my cries falling involuntarily from my lips.
“Liv,” Nate groaned, his hips slamming against me as he took me with more stamina and power than probably most men half his age. “Baby, fuck, baby.”
“Yes.” I jerked my hips back against his, undulating into his thrusts that had increased with so much enthusiasm the headboard was rattling against the hotel wall. “YES!” I cried out as my orgasm tore through me.
***
Three orgasms later I held onto Nate’s shoulders as I tried to steady my jelly-like legs long enough to get back into my shoes.
My long lunch was over.
It had been the best lunch break of my entire life.
As soon as my feet were in the shoes, Nate wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me up against him. “We should do this every week.”
“What? Hotel sex?”
He shook his head. “Lunch.”
“Well…” I grinned and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “We technically didn’t have lunch.”
“You know what I mean.” He rubbed his nose against mine and sighed. “We should take time to have lunch together once a week.”
Feeling all warm and mushy I nodded. “I’d love that.”
“Good.” He pulled away but just to reach for my coat. “I better get you back.”
He helped me into the coat and then pulled me against him again, my back to his chest. His lips brushed my ears and then he whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Liv.”
I smiled, curious at his sudden positivity toward the concept. “Valentine’s Day was yesterday.”
Nate turned me in his arms and grinned. “Every day is Valentine’s Day with you.”
I grinned back. “Nate Sawyer, you charmer you.”
“It was a good line, wasn’t it?”
“It was a freaking awesome line.” I grabbed his hand and led him toward the door. “Why didn’t I think of it?”
“You can make it up to me tonight.”
“More sex?” I said incredulously as we walked out into the hallway. “Can our bodies take it?”
“We just need to refuel first.”
“Then sex it is.”
We walked hand in hand back to the elevator, brimming with satisfaction and contentment. I was practically humming to myself as we got into the elevator. Even the crappy elevator music couldn’t spoil my mood.
“So…” I said, “Would you rather have sex in a haunted bed or on a beach with the kind of sand that’s more like grain and pebbles and dirt than actual sand?”
“It depends… who is haunting the bed?” Nate turned to catch my eye.
Seeing the word ‘threesome’ gleam with mirth in his eyes I said, “Jimmy Stewart.”
He grimaced like a little boy. “Spoil sport.”
The elevator doors pinged open and the woman who’d been sharing it with us shot us both a horrified look before hurrying out of it ahead of us.
Nate and I turned slowly to look at each other and we drew stares from the other hotel patrons as we strolled arm and arm out of there, laughing the whole damn way.
Hannah and Marco
The sound of two of my colleagues talking in the hallway met my ears as I packed up for the day and it made me smile.
I thought about what it was like for me when I first started teaching English to high schoolers. The long hours parents didn’t see. How I’d finally look up from my marking and planning to see the clock on my wall said seven o’ clock in the evening, how the school around me was eerily quiet because most of my colleagues had left ages ago.
That all changed when Marco came back into my life.
I had a husband and children who needed me to be home at a decent hour.
I wanted to be.
The kids had left at the last bell an hour ago and it was time for me to get in my car and drive home to my husband who was waiting for me to celebrate Valentine’s Day. We hadn’t planned much, other than to ask Joss and Braden to babysit this year (it was their turn, Marco’s and my turn next year), so that Marco and I could just have some quiet time with one another.
I smiled smugly. Or not so quiet time. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
Laughing at myself, I wandered out into the hall.
Nish and Barbara, my friends and colleagues, were the chatterboxes out there. They turned to smile at me. “Off home so soon?” Nish said, grinning mischievously.
I shrugged. “It is Valentine’s Day.”
“As if we could forget,” Barbara said dryly, referring to the drama we’d had in school today.
“I still can’t believe Rochelle Muir ripped actual hair out of Stacy Abernathy’s head.” Nish winced.
“And over Michael Steel.” I shook my head in disgust. “I’ve caught that boy kissing too many girls to count.”
“Fourth years,” Nish and Barbara said in unison, making me laugh.
“Well I’m not a fourth year. I’m off for a quiet night in with the hubby. I suggest you do the same.” I winked at them and they laughed as I strolled down the hall.
“I would if my husband looked like yours!” Barbara yelled at my back.
I grinned and shot over my shoulder. “There’s more to him than just good looks. He’s very adept with his hands.”
“I hate you!” She yelled back.
Laughing I sauntered out of the hallway.
Outside it was a crisp, fresh afternoon that was just starting to grow dull. Sun would set in about an hour. I glanced up at the sky and willed the spring on. I was sick of the short days of winter.
As I turned my head back toward my car, I caught a glimpse of something, or should I say someone, out of the corner of my eye. I looked back at the school gate and my breath stuttered in my throat.
Standing with hands in pocket, leaning against the gate was my husband Marco.
Wonder moved through me and I slowly made my way toward him, my heart quickening in my chest at the sight of him.
Will this feeling ever leave me? That feeling of anticipation and joy I felt every time I saw him.
God I hoped not.
Marco took a step toward me, and my gaze travelled up his tall body. He was wearing his good black boots, dark jeans, a stylish double-breasted wool jacket and a plaid scarf I’d bought him for Christmas. There were blues and greens in the scarf, colors that set off the blue green of his eyes. I was caught in those stunning eyes. They were the first thing, after his immense height and build, that you noticed about Marco. They were such a striking contrast to the beautiful caramel of his skin, and so darkly lashed I was almost envious of them.
Seeing him standing at the gate, I had a sudden flashback to when we were younger and he would wait for me at the school gate to make sure I didn’t miss the bus. And if I did miss the bus he’d always walk me home.
“I wanted to make sure you got home safely,” he said, a small teasing smile curling his lips.
I grinned at his sudden nostalgia. “That was thoughtful of you.”
He held out his hands. “Car keys?”
Chuckling, I handed them over. Marco took them and then took my hand and started to lead me to my car. Once inside he had to adjust my seat so he could fit his long legs in. I was a tall woman, at five ten. Marco was about eight inches taller than me.
He started the car but instead of pulling out of the space he looked at me.
I smiled curiously at his serious expression. “What?”
“Back in school… I used to stand at that gate and pray you’d miss the bus so I could walk you home.”
Leaning across the gear stick I ran the back of my knuckles across his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. When I pulled back I whispered, “Sometimes I deliberately missed the bus.”
Marco chuckled and I sat back in my seat to watch him handle my little car with ease. For such a big man he had a lot of grace.
We were quiet as he drove, a familiar silence falling between us. Although Marco had changed a lot from the scared, taciturn, brooding young boy he’d been when we first met, he still wasn’t the biggest talker. It was one of the things I loved about him. I could just sit with him in silence, and be perfectly comfortable and at peace.
I frowned as I realized he’d driven us off course from our destination of Morningside, a quieter area south of the city center, where we’d bought a house we could just barely afford. We’d bought the house because we loved it but also to be closer to Dylan. Dylan was my stepson. Marco had him with his ex-girlfriend Leah a little over seven years ago. She and her husband Graham lived in Morningside and it was easier on Dylan for us to be so close to them.
“Sophia and Jarrod are with Joss and Braden,” Marco suddenly said. “I dropped them off earlier.”
I felt a little pang in my chest. Our son Jarrod was only six months old and our daughter Sophia was only two and a half. I found it difficult to be separated from them and reminded myself that it was only for a few hours.
“So where are we going?”
He shot me a quick, mischievous grin that made me smile in return. “You’ll see.”
I waited patiently, but filled with anticipation as he drove us to Stockbridge and parked near Dean Village. “It’ll cost a fortune to stay parked here,” I said as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
“It’s worth it.” He flashed me that grin again and I shook my head laughing as I got out of the car.
As soon as my door was closed behind me, Marco grabbed my hand in his and started leading me down the street. A sense of familiarity quickly descended over me and when we stopped at the entrance to Douglas Gardens, a small public garden we’d visited once before, I looked up at my husband in question.
“Do over,” he said.
He couldn’t possibly mean what I thought he meant.
Tugging me gently inside we found the gardens empty. Near the back of the gardens, next to a bench I’d sat on with Marco one very memorable night when we were kids, was Marco’s aunt Gabby. I watched wide-eyed as she turned from placing a napkin on the picnic she’d set up on the ground. Fairy lights were wrapped around the bench and around potted piece of topiary that looked out of place and thus suggested had been brought to the spot specifically for this.
“I’ll just be leaving then,” Gabby grinned and Marco pressed a kiss to her cheek before she hurried out of the gardens.
I shook my head in amazement, gesturing to the beautiful picnic. “Why?”
He led me down onto the blanket, moving the picnic hamper with food in it out of our way. “That night,” he said, his voice thick with sincerity, “When you came to me here… it’s the night I knew I loved you.”
My, my… I had quite possibly the most romantic husband on the planet. “You amaze me,” I whispered, looking around at what he’d set up. “I was expecting a quiet night in with you but this…” I reached for him and he automatically pulled me onto his lap and I got comfortable, shifting position so I was straddling him. It meant pushing my tight skirt up my legs but I didn’t care, there was no one around to see me but him. “Thank you for never letting a day go by without my knowing how much you love me.”
His arms tightened around me in reflex.
“I hope I give you the same.” I stroked his cheek, searching his eyes for the answer.
His love for me was there for all to see along with a growing heat. “You do, baby.”
I brushed my mouth over his and his hand slid up my back to my nape so he could hold me to him for a deeper kiss. That kiss turned hot in seconds and it wasn’t long before I felt Marco’s erection between my legs.
My nipples tightened against my bra and I felt a rush of tingling arousal shoot straight through my core. I pulled back from the kiss, my cheeks flushed. “We can’t here,” I whispered.
Marco’s hands slid down my waist, deliberately slowly, deliberately seductive, until they came to a rest on my thighs. His fingers slid under the material of my already bunched up hemline and he pushed it up to my waist, cool air rushing in around me and making me shiver. “No one’s here,” he said softly against my lips.
My belly flipped at the thought. “If we got caught…”
“No one’s here.”
“It’s an offence,” I whispered frantically as his fingers slipped past my underwear. I found myself rising a little to give him better access. “Marco,” I panted as he pushed two fingers inside of me while his thumb sought out my clit.
“No one’s here,” he repeated, his voice hoarse now with arousal.
“The food?” I breathed, trying to concentrate over the pleasure that was zapping me of my senses.
“Will still be here after I make you come.”
I whimpered as the tension inside of me escalated and I rested my forehead against his as I flexed my hips against the thrusts of his fingers. “Marco,” I breathed as I neared climax. My hands fumbled between us for the zipper on his jeans. “Inside me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice.
He quickly freed himself and I lifted myself up onto my knees, inelegantly hurrying to slip my underwear off. As soon as it was out of my way I guided him inside me and slowly lowered back down.
“Marco,” I panted, feeling that beautiful fullness take over me.
I clutched his shoulders, watching the way his eyes darkened as his cock slid inside me. His fingers bit into my hips as I lowered as far as I could and lifted myself back up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing us flush so I could kiss him.
Our breathing was out of control as our kiss turned erotic, mimicking the rhythm of our bodies.
Then tension inside me reached breaking point and I stiffened and moaned into his mouth as the orgasm rolled over me. My inner muscles rippled around him and I felt his answering grunt vibrate through me at the same time I felt him swell even thicker inside me before his hot release filled me.
