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“Tell me if I need to go slower,” he said, the fire and smoke of his dark eyes setting tremors off in her. “I want you to feel good.”
Marianna nodded, her breath stuttering, and she tried to keep calm. Her emotions were an unwieldy knot in her stomach, nerves and trepidation intertwined with excitement and anticipation. Yes, now. It was happening.
Nico pulled her close and flipped them around so that he was sitting on the step and she was in his lap, facing him. Her knees bumped the smooth tile, and she wound her arms around his neck to keep herself steady. The water brushed the lower part of her legs, leaving the rest of her dry. The sun beat down on her back, warming her, and a cool breeze ruffled the tiny hairs around her temples. It was like being suspended in time, every tiny detail dialed up to ten.
He pushed inside her, and her gasp rang in her ears, her eyes screwing shut at the sharp sense of invasion. Painful for a moment, an ache lingering after, and then, eventually, pleasure.
“Easy, easy,” he whispered into her ear. His arms were around her, one hand cradling the back of her head as she tried to get used to the stretching sensation in her sex. “We’re not in a rush.”
They sat there for a moment, unmoving. But Marianna’s body relaxed, and she gave into the temptation to roll her hips in his lap, an action which earned her a guttural moan. Goose bumps skittered across her skin. It was the sound of pure desire, hedonistic and indulgent. Perfect.
The pain had subsided, though the tightness remained. She tried rolling her hips again and found the movement helped things along. Nico’s hand flexed against her skin. He liked that movement. A satisfied smile spread over her lips, but she buried it against his shoulder.
“Do that again,” he said roughly.
“This?” She rocked back and forth, testing the feel of him sliding in and out of her. Then she tried a more rounded figure eight motion, and that got her a hearty grunt from Nico. His hands flew to her hips, fingers biting into her curves.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Just the barest little movement of your body and I feel like I’m going to embarrass myself.”
What did he mean by…oh. She blushed.
“I love that wonderful pink tint to your skin,” he said, brushing a hand over her cheek. “You’re hiding roses under porcelain. And roses here, too.” He palmed her breast before taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, plucking the sensitive bud in a way that made her jolt in his lap. “You like that?”
She nodded.
The second his lips connected with her breast, she shuddered. He sucked at her, rolling her nipple against his tongue and nipping her gently with his teeth. Each bite was a bullet of pleasure piercing her, ruining her. She threaded her fingers into his hair and moved his head to her other breast, desperate for that first, sharpest snap of sensation again.
They could have stayed there forever, feasting on the details of one another. Sitting back up, she brushed her hand along his chest, letting her nails scrape against his skin until she ran her pointer finger over one flat nipple. A strangled noise rumbled in the back of his throat. Men were sensitive there, too. Interesting.
Her body felt good now, and it hummed. Her muscles were liquid. She was ready. She met his smoking gaze and brought her fingers back to his nipple, deliberately pinching him. Telling him what she wanted, without words.
“You’re testing my control.” His hands cupped her face. “You’d better know what you’re doing.”
She didn’t. She had no bloody idea.
But it didn’t matter. He was taking the lead, letting her off the hook. All she had to do was give him the cue he needed. And he seemed to have gotten the message, because he thrust up into her, the swift movement pushing all the air out of her lungs. Yes.
He pumped into her a few more times, the movement wanton and erratic since they couldn’t get much purchase on the steps. Letting out a frustrated growl, he stood, her legs around his waist while his erection was still buried inside her, and walked them to a banana lounge by the pool. A white towel lay on it, and he placed her down, hovering over her for a moment.
“Fuck me,” she said, unable to believe those words had left her mouth.
Who are you right now?
It unlocked something in Nico. His eyes became a thunderstorm of lust, his blacker-than-night pupils flaring until it was like looking into a deep abyss. Yes, this was what she wanted. To see a man come undone because of her, to know that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
He slid his hands under her thighs, lifting them up so that when he pushed into her, he went as deep as possible. Stars burst behind her shuttered eyelids. Yes! He was so hard and so thick, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Each thrust was a new level of pleasure. The feeling of his hips butting against her and the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin filled her head like white noise.
“Look at me,” he said. Now the words were scraped raw. “Stop hiding those beautiful eyes away.”
His shoulders were tense beneath her hands, the muscles coiled like an animal ready to strike. “You’re close,” she said. Oh god, she was going to watch a man come.
