Risky Temptation (36 page)
Authors: Gemma Hart
“How about you stay in your seat and try to be quiet for five minutes,” Marco said, unable to help himself from grinning at his brother. “You’ve been yammering on for the last hour all by yourself.”
“Some say I’m a gifted conversationalist,” Jamie sniffed in mock offense.
“And others would say you’re taking advantage of the deaf,” Marco returned.
I snorted in my wine glass, spurting wine all over.
“Oh so you’ll snort wine but you won’t eat some stinky cheese?” Jamie said, raising a brow.
I burst out laughing, raising a hand in defeat. “Alright, alright! I concede. You are all superior to me!”
And with much ribbing, we slowly headed back towards our beautiful and quaint hotel, the city lights twinkling above us.
With Jamie safely seen back to his room, Marco and I retired to our own. I threw myself on our plush bed. Marco had planned very carefully. Through his detailed planning and maneuvering, we could live happily and comfortably in Europe for the rest of our lives.
Our
lives.
I looked over and saw Marco standing at the edge of the bed, admiring me. We were together and we had the rest of our lives to enjoy that fact. I smiled at him.
“This still feels like a dream,” I said.
The corner of his lips curled. “I know,” he agreed. He leaned down on the bed, lying next to me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me even more snugly against him. “But it’s the absolute best dream.”
I raised my head and stared up at the man that I loved. I couldn’t have agreed more.
The absolute best.
And the dream only got better as Marco’s lips descended on mine. In a slow, pulsing kiss, he pulled my lips into him. His tongue swept and explored the inside of me. He took away my breath, literally. He kissed me deeply, warmly, powerfully. It was a kiss that let me know that I was his and he was mine and that was all there was in this universe.
Without hurry, we undressed each other, letting our hands slide over each other’s body in a sensuous study. It was as if knowing that we were now free and safe, we could truly take the time to linger and tease each other.
Marco lowered his head, kissing his way down my neck and chest towards my breasts. He squeezed each full mound, giving the nipples short, sharp bites that sent electric bolts straight to my pussy. I moaned and arched, wanting more.
His large hand slid down the length of me till his fingers met my wet warmth. Without hesitation, he gave my swollen folds a good hard stroke. I gave a guttural groan, so hungry for his touch. His fingers teased and tormented me. He circled my clit and stroked my sensitive cleft. He brought me again and again to the peak of release only to pull back and enjoy my whining cries.
Finally, I reached up and pulled him down for a kiss. As our tongues met and slid against each other, I flipped myself over till I was leaning over him.
“Two can play at that game,” I said firmly.
Marco’s eyes glinted in amusement like two dark obsidian opals.
I wedged myself between his legs and lowered my mouth onto his thick and ready cock. I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head, feeling him twitch against me.
In one smooth motion, I mouthed him completely, taking in as much of him as possible.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, making me wriggle in pleasure. He wasn’t the only one who could tease. And I would show him that.
I gave long lingering swiped down the underside of his cock, making sure to wrap a hand around the base and continue a movement of friction. I mouthed and teased and licked and swirled all over him till his thighs felt like steel beams.
Finally a powerful arm grabbed me around the waist and threw me back onto the bed. “That was
not
a proportionate response,” he said, his face darkened with powerful lust and arousal. “You were a lot worse than I was.”
I grinned, unrepentant. “Was I?” I asked innocently.
His eyes darkened. “You’ll be paying for that,” he promised.
And I did. In one powerful thrust, he filled me with his thick and throbbing cock, making me arch back in utter satisfaction. With powerful motions, he plunged into me, every stroke deeper and harder than the last.
I felt every inch of him sliding and stretching into me. Wave after wave of pleasure exploded over me, leaving me twitching and shaking for release. Marco leaned down and roughly crushed his lips to mine as he thrust in hard again, hitting me just where I needed it.
My scream of release was muffled against his lips as I cried and cried out in the racking pleasures of my body. Nerve endings fired from all ends as heavy doses of ecstasy bloomed within me.
Marco continued to thrust into me as my pussy milked every last tremor. Finally his own roar of satisfaction accompanied mine as he found his release.
Pulling me into his arms and gathering me close, we collapsed together in bed.
Our panting breaths and pulsing hearts beat as one. I felt Marco press his lips to the back of my head.
“Consider that a lesson,” he said, out of breath.
I grinned and turned around in his arms so I could face him. “The first of many, I hope?”
“The first of forever,” he assured me.
And we fell asleep, warm and safe in each other’s embrace.
The End
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