“Mila, that’s not why…
I swallow. “Shut up and kiss me, Marco.” I throw my arms around his neck, covering his mouth with mine, but he’s frozen like a statue, surveying me with a flicker of hesitation. “Please, kiss me.” My nipples tighten into pebbles against the thin fabric of my bra and the area between my legs throbs. My body’s in such a state of need and lust; I have no problem begging. “I promise to go easy on you.”
“I doubt that.” He chuckles just before his large hands cup the back of my neck, his fingers twining through my hair, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin. A low whimper escapes my throat when he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer against his solid, muscled body.
Dipping his head low, he captures my mouth with his, stealing my breath away. His lips are plump and sweet, like they were made for kissing. Damn, if I don’t want to kiss them all night. His tongue sweeps past my lips with ease as he drives the kiss, making me weak in the knees. His mouth is warm, wet, his tongue velvety smooth tangled against mine. My lips tingle and my body quivers.
My legs waver and the next thing I know, in one smooth move, my back is on the mat with my head resting on fluffy pillows. Marco is between my thighs, hovering above me like a powerful Greek god. His lips crash down once more onto mine, and I melt into him. His hands are in my hair, tugging softly, his mouth devouring me, and I can’t catch my breath.
My legs wrap around his waist as I grind my hips into him, trying to relieve some of the desperate ache in my pussy, already shamefully wet. A groan escapes my lips when I feel his bulge twitching against my heat.
The kiss is wild and dizzying, lips smacking, tongues swirling, and teeth nipping. Marco’s not just kissing me; he’s fucking me with his mouth, and I don’t ever want it to stop. My hands fist in his shirt, feeling like I need to hang on tight.
Marco finds his way underneath my tank, taking one of my breasts in his hand over my bra. My back arches as he fondles my nipple, tugging until the swollen bud scrapes against the fabric, demanding to be set free, then repeats the same to my other breast.
He sits up on his knees, and his large hands make quick work removing my shirt and bra. “Your breasts are gorgeous.”
“They’re flat.”
“They’re perfect,” he growls, stroking his hand over them, rolling and teasing my hard nipples between his fingers before he sucks each breast until I’m moaning. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
My head falls back when he slides down my body, trailing his lips down my neck and torso and rib cage. He places open-mouthed kisses around my belly. I moan as he kisses a path from my belly button to the top of my nylon-covered mound. All I can think is: Touch me, please.
Reading my mind, his fingers dip underneath the waistband of my yoga pants, finding the desire I cannot hide. I’m embarrassingly wet as his fingers slide easily through my slit, spreading my wetness all over my swollen pussy. “Oh, God.” My back arches when his thumb grazes my throbbing clit.
“You need to lose these pants.”
“You’re not the boss of me. I…oh, God,” I shriek when he plunges two thick fingers into my opening, stretching me divinely, and I nearly choke on my breath. Okay, maybe he is the boss right now.
He removes his hand from my pants and lifts his fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices from them. “Delicious,” he groans, before sliding my pants down my body like he’s eagerly unwrapping a Christmas present.
I begin to sit up, starting to get a little impatient myself that he’s still dressed, and I’m lying here in my naked glory.
Marco gently pushes me back down and spreads my thighs wide, settling his head between my legs. He stares up at me with a devilish grin.
“Marco,” I say in a warning tone. “What are you doing?”
“I need to taste more of this sweet pussy.”
“I never…I don’t—”
“No one’s ever gone down on you?” His brow snaps together. “How can that be?”
“He didn’t like it,” I whisper, feeling the heat creep up on my cheeks.
“Fuck him! He was an asshole. He has no business here in this cage with us. Christ, when I’m done with you, you won’t even remember his name, Angel.”
I prop up on my elbows to watch. “Do it,” I push, poking the lion. I want him to make me forget. I want everything this man can give me. In every way he wants to give it.
With my thighs spread wide, his face eye level with my dripping pussy, Marco’s hands slide underneath my ass, lifting me to his mouth. He runs his long, hot tongue flat across my slit. “Heavenly, I knew it.” He shoots me a sexy smirk before his mouth kisses the swollen lips of my sex.
My hips jolt forward when his thumb begins slow, firm circles on my throbbing clit. My orgasm is already knocking at the walls low in my belly.
“I have to fight in this cage in a few weeks, and all I’m going to be able to think of is your sweet pussy on my lips.” He pushes his tongue in as deep as it will go. In and out. Teasing. Licking.
I should feel embarrassed that he’s fucking me with his tongue. This is such an intimate, wildly erotic act. And, oh boy, is Marco good at it.
“God, Marco,” I breathe, my legs beginning to tremble. My hands fist in his hair as I roll my hips, my greedy pussy rocking against his mouth. The pressure starts to crest into the most incredible feeling I’ve ever experienced.
“Feel good, Angel?”
“Fuck, Marco, so good,” I gasp for breath.
I groan as he slips two fingers, maybe three, inside of me, lazily licking my clit, as he massages my G-spot. My muscles tighten, sending me tumbling over the edge. A rush of wetness coats his fingers. “Fuck. Fuck!” I cry out when I explode, never feeling an orgasm so intense. My vision bursts with white-hot sparks as pleasure rips through me. Holy shit.
Still framed between my legs, Marco’s lips glisten with my arousal and a satisfied smile. As I come down, my breathing starts to return to normal, and I’m sure he’s not close to being satisfied yet, but he will be.
“Marco…I need you…now.” I sit up and grasp the hem of his T-shirt to pull him up to my face, trying desperately to lift it off his body. I need to feel his bare skin on mine. I want him inside me. As much as the orgasm I just had blew my mind; it did nothing to quench my desire. If anything, it stoked the flames more. I want to explore every inch of his hot body. “Get naked.”
“Fuck.” He crawls up along side of me, the bulge in his pants hard against my thigh.
“Wh…what is it?”
“Condom.”
“Shit…you don’t have a condom?” I say with a frown. “You can’t tell me a beautiful, single guy like you doesn’t keep…” Unexpectedly, the lights come back on, illuminating his handsome face, glistening with my wetness and a permanent smile.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“That’s what you’re taking from this experience?”
“Oh…I plan on taking much more, but the condoms are upstairs.” He pouts like a little boy. “We can wait until the storm calms down a little.”
“You can wait down here by yourself, mister.” I gently shove him off and sit up with my tits at his eye level. “I’m not waiting.” I shoot him a lopsided grin.