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He cups my breasts and brushes his thumbs across the tips. When I arch my spine a little, he moves his hands around to my back, and then he unfastens my bra, the elastic loosening and setting me free. After drawing the straps down my arms, he tosses it aside, then cups my breasts with his warm hands.
Aaahhh… I exhale, my breath whispering across his lips. Gently, oh so gently, he strokes his thumbs across my nipples. I bite my lip, resting my forehead against his. This is so far removed from Daniel’s hard and fast, sometimes almost cruel lovemaking, that I want to cry. He used to tug or suck on my nipples until it hurt, and it got to the stage where I didn’t like him touching them, but this… This is something different. Marc circles around the edges of my nipples, then rolls the tips gently with the pad of his thumb, and they tighten to tight buds.
Pushing me upright, he kisses down my neck, then over my left breast as he cups it and covers the nipple with his mouth. His warm tongue washes over it, and I close my eyes and tip my head back, sinking my hand into his hair. Oh God, this is so heavenly… He takes his time kissing one nipple, then switches to the other, teasing with the tip of his tongue until my breathing deepens.
At that point, he moves back and kisses me again, running his hands over my body, and then, without any warning, he holds me tightly and gets to his feet, lowering mine carefully to the floor.
“Come on,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I want you naked in my arms.”
Breathless, I follow him down the steps to the bedroom, where he flicks on the bedside light, filling the tiny room with a warm glow. There’s one window, facing toward the ocean, and briefly I see the light above us sweep across the sea’s surface before Marc turns me and presses me up against the wall, and I forget everything except the man before me.
He kisses me while he lets his shirt slip off and then undoes his jeans, and I do the same with my trousers, letting them fall and kicking them off. Now we’re only in our underwear, and when he presses up against me, he’s all hot skin, height and breadth, hair and muscles, strength and power. I feel overwhelmed by him, my senses filled until I can’t see, hear, or think of anything else.
His erection is hard against my belly, and I shiver as I think that soon he’s going to be sliding inside me.
“Are you cold?” he murmurs, and I shake my head. He cups my face, looking into my eyes. “Are you all right? Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.” My reply is so vehement that he laughs, and he kisses me again, pushing his warm body against mine. He pulls the elastic back from the bottom of my braid and then unravels it and spreads my hair across my shoulders, giving a satisfied grunt. He likes my hair, and he sinks one hand into it as he continues to kiss me.
I slide my hands up his ribs and around to his back, brush them down either side of his spine, and onto his butt. The muscles there are tight and hard, and I give a low moan against his lips. I can’t help it; it’s automatic, but he groans in response and tears his lips from mine.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he says huskily, turning me from the wall and backing me toward the bed. “I want to go slow, but you’re making it impossible.”
“Sorry.”
He laughs. “It wasn’t a complaint.” He pushes me gently back until I’m sitting on the bed, then turns me so I’m lying down, gesturing for me to move up onto the pillows. I wait for him to strip off his boxers and climb on top of me, but instead he moves to the end of the bed and gets on there, pausing as he leans over my legs.
“I have to taste you,” he says in an apologetic tone. “I can’t wait any longer. Is that all right?”
My head spins. “Yes,” I say, my voice little more than a squeak.
“Good.” He hooks his fingers into the side of my panties and strips them off deftly. Then he lowers himself down between my legs.
Oh dear God. Daniel never did this to me, not once. One of my old boyfriends had a go a few times, and I liked it, but he lost interest after several minutes. Somehow, I don’t think Marc is going to lose interest. He kisses up my thigh, and his breath fans across me as he exhales. His hands press either side, parting me, and I cover my face with my hands as I feel his gaze on me, hot as his breath. And then he slides his tongue down into my folds. I can’t stop the moan that leaves my lips. Ohhh… it feels amazing. My elbows fall to the side and I abandon myself to him, feeling his tongue teasing, his fingers joining in, sliding inside me.
