Their groins locked together. He had no control of the shudder his body made at the sensations pulsating through him.
Mio Dio…
Swallowing hard to keep himself in check, Domenico could hardly open his throat to drag out, ‘Are you okay?’
It was all Marnie could do to move her head in assent. She was incapable of speaking. She could feel every inch of his length tight inside her. He wasn’t just filling her; he was a part of her in a way she had never felt before. And she could feel his restraint, too, not just see it in the tautness of his jaw and the hardness shining in the molten of his eyes. Her pounding heart melted for him, thrills of an intensity she’d never felt before uncoiling inside her, and, suddenly desperate to get even closer to him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her head to kiss him.
He groaned into her mouth, the groan deepening when she dragged her fingers down the long length of his muscular back and groped his tight buttock.
‘Marnie…’
She broke his hoarse protest with another kiss before palming his cheek. Gazing deep into the hooded, molten eyes, she whispered, ‘Make me yours, Domenico.’
After a long, spellbinding moment, he breathed deeply and then, with an expression of the utmost pain, he began to move. His thrusts were short and tempered, the lock of their groins never breaking, but even as sensation built back up and began to saturate her and the flame in her pelvis stoked back into a furnace, all she could see was his gorgeous features taut with concentration.
Her heart melting all over again for him, Marie lifted her head for another kiss, and as their lips locked together, she tilted her hips.
His groan was barely perceptible.
Lips fastened, she wrapped her limbs tightly around him and closed her eyes.
Slowly, the rhythm of their lovemaking began to change. The tempered restraint slipped away as the strokes inside her lengthened and deepened. His cheek tight against hers, his breath hot on her skin, the groans coming from his throat became more ragged and drawn, and then a hand was reaching for hers, fingers entwining, every inch of them fusing together in a sensation that had white light flickering behind her eyes.
She’d never known such pleasure existed, and when her climax came, she buried her face in his neck and held him tightly, spasming as pulsating flames of bliss rippled through her entire being like an inferno.
Somehow, Domenico’s throaty groans deepened further, and then he was driving himself so deeply inside her that another climax rippled through her. As the rapture recaptured her, the beautiful body making such glorious love to her went rigid, and the fingers laced with hers tightened, and when he finally let go, it was with a hoarse cry of her name.
Domenico held Marnie close to him. They were nestled together, legs entwined, her cheek resting in the crook of his shoulder.
His heart was still racing. He still couldn’t breathe properly. He could barely gather his thoughts.
He’d never lain after making love feeling like this before. Only one night had come close to it. The night he and Marnie had conceived their child.
He’d let her kick him out the next morning without a fight because everything he’d felt that night and everything he’d felt when he’d woken had been too much. Everything he’d felt then and everything he was feeling now was everything he’d spent their marriage fighting, and all because he’d been afraid. Afraid of letting her get too close, afraid of making love with more than his body, and all because he’d been afraid of feeling like this. All that fight and all that fear, never realising it was too late. It had always been too late. The fight to preserve his heart had been lost long ago.
He swallowed air into his lungs and pushed it out through his nose. Finally, he was able to ask, ‘Are you okay?’
The arm around him tightened in assent.
He pressed his mouth to the top of her head and held it there. The memories of what they’d just shared floated before him.
But even as his mind and heart raced at the beauty of what they’d shared, guilt sharpened in his guts that he’d never allowed it to be like that for them before.
The hand gently stroking his back slipped away and gripped his forearm, tugging it to make it move. Wordlessly, she brushed down to take hold of his hand and guided it to her belly. ‘Press there,’ she whispered.
Closing his eyes, he pressed his flattened hand as hard as he dared to the small bump.
After a long time had passed, she quietly asked, ‘Can you feel it?’
He shook his head and kissed her forehead.
She tilted her head to capture his stare and smiled ruefully. ‘The flutters felt a little stronger than last time.’
He leaned his face down to kiss her mouth. ‘It will happen soon,’ he promised.
Palming his cheek, she sighed and moved her body even tighter against his and extended her neck in search of another kiss.
There was something incredibly romantic about sharing a bath, Marnie thought dreamily. Especially when it was a sunken bath in a bathroom that wouldn’t have looked out of place in ancient Rome. And especially when you were leaning back against a man as dreamily gorgeous as Domenico with your cheek pressed tight against his, and one of his hands was kneading your breasts, the other dipped between your legs, masturbating you to a climax.
