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Marcos is on the balcony, leaning over the guardrail, looking at the horizon, and I give myself a minute to just look at him.Standing at the bedroom door, it’s ridiculous, and I would never say it out loud, but the whole set could be a painting.
The blinds being lightly swung by the wind, the big, strong man with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his back to the artist and surrounded by an incredible scenario that includes a million points of light, endless buildings, glass and steel everywhere.I would call the paintingIncredibly Hot guy admires view.
I laugh at my own bullshit, and it catches Marcos’ attention.He turns his face to me and follows my walk up to him with a look that chills every part of my body that was already cooled.Then, in the blink of an eye, they all seem to be on fire again.
“You took long...”
“Maybe I called Grazi and made an ungrateful child very happy to be able to sleep with her godmother.”
“Maybe, huh?” I roll my eyes.
“All right, I did it.”
“Ungrateful child?” He laughs, but I don’t think it’s funny. I snort and leave glasses and a bottle of wine on the mat.Marcos’ arms are already stretched out for me, and I fit into them.His nose searches my neck immediately, then sucks in my scent.
“Isabella just doesn’t care about sleeping away from me anymore... It seems like she can’t wait for any opportunity, actually,” I grumble and he laughs loudly.
“Don’t you think you might be being a little dramatic?”
“Of course I’m being dramatic!I’m a mother, all the good ones are!” Marcos shakes his head, agreeing, with a huge smile on his face.
“Leaving your right to drama a little bit aside, just a little bit...” He says. “Does that mean we have all night and a good part of the morning?” It’s my turn to smile.
“All night… And no sneaky exits down the hall in the early morning...I said I was a good payer…” Smiling, I bring my mouth closer to his, pushing my head toward him.His tongue begins a slow, provocative exploration, and we stare at each other all the time as heat and saliva are spread and shared without any deeper contact.
“You’re over-dressed...” he says in my ear, the hot voice drips with horniness, and I’m obliged to agree.I think I’m over-dressed because all of a sudden it got hot, very, very hot. The tip of Marcos’ nose is a match scratching the skin of my ear, my jaw, my neck.
“Feeling exhibitionist today, aren’t you?” We’re right in the middle of the balcony and he’s talking about getting me naked.All right, we’re on the roof of the building, but it’s not like there aren’t other roofs around us or as many other buildings as high up where someone might decide to look out the window.
Marcos’ fingers in my hair close, pulling them, and he brings his eyes to mine.
“What if I am?” Images of the two of us, naked, on the balcony, doing much more than talking invade my mind and I like it. “What if I want to lay you naked and suck you right there, in the middle of that mat, Antonella?” Ah, the dirty words.I love the dirty words.I lick my lips, I don’t even have to think to decide, to know exactly what I want to answer.
“Depends... Are you going to kneel?”
His mouth assaulting mine is the only answer I receive and I do not make a plea, with a single movement, I undo the knot in his towel and it falls to the floor, leaving Marcos completely naked.There’s something about having him like that, exposed in nudity and situation, completely at my mercy, that makes me want even more of this game we just started.
I move a few steps away and let my eyes pass through the tanned skin, bulging muscles and defined abdomen.His gaze responds to mine, fixating on his points of interest, and somehow my simple dress burns my skin. I lift my gaze, focused on his, reach for the bar of my own clothing and begin to slowly lift it.
The fabric crumples on my palms as I go up, revealing the small navy-blue lace panties.Marcos groans and rehearses a step forward.I shake my head to one side and the other, a strong exhalation leaves his nostrils, and he bites his own lip.
Another piece of fabric builds up in my hands when my belly is revealed and my husband seems about to have a syncope with something as simple as my nakedness.Something he’s been seeing a lot for the past few days.Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from smiling.
“What do you want, Marcos?” If my eyes are scandalous, Marcos’ are incendiary.
“I want you naked.”
“And what else?” Now I’m getting to the breasts and Marcos licks his lips when he sees them completely exposed, I’m not wearing a bra.
“I want to lick you whole.”
“And what else?” I’m starting to lose control over my own voice, it comes out much lower than I’d like.
“And check again how good a payer that mouth of yours is.”
“And how are you going to do that, Marcos?” The dress goes through my head and I abandon the fabric on the floor.Marcos’ strong exhalation makes me feel envious suddenly, because he received its warmth and my skin did not. My husband’s lips stretch into a smile that reveals the perfect teeth before he answers me.
“Making you suck me, babe!” I smile too.I walk backwards, walking toward the mat behind me.I climb the steps, feel the soft cushions under my feet.
