Page 48 of Kiss and Make Love

As the familiar tug of pleasure builds in my pussy, Marco takes his fingers away and slides them further down. They play at my entrance, teasing me before dipping in and retreating out to start over.

“Marco, please,” I beg.

“Use your words, Georgia.”

“Please touch me,please.”

A husky chuckle fills my ear. “Not good enough,stellina. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your fingers inside me, Marco. Please.”

“One more time,” he demands.

“Please, I need you inside me.”

I don’t have to ask again. Two thick fingers plunge into me, filling the ache between my thighs. He moves in a steady rhythm, finding the spot that I need him to touch so desperately.

The moans coming from me are quiet at first, but with each thrust, it becomes more strenuous to contain my pleasure. The entire situation has me weak and crying out. His body on mine, his cock pressed to my ass, his hand on my throat, his fingers inside me. I need to keep it down, or the whole café will know what we’re doing. I hear a gentleshhhin my ear and know Marco must be thinking the same thing.

My hand weaves up his arm. I take my fingers and wrap them around his, increasing pressure to the sides of my neck slowly. He tenses up and stops his movements for a moment before continuing to invade me with his fingers, drawing the pleasure out of my body.

“You like to be choked?” Amusement colours his voice.

I nod my head, knowing he can feel the motion of it against him. His grip tightens until my breath is coming in ragged bursts, and my moans are lost in my throat, unable to escape.

“Perfect,” he mumbles into my hair. “Absolutely perfect.”

His fingers slide out of me and find their way back to my clit. Rubbing back and forth with increasing speed, my body tenses up under the work of his hands. My breath is still ragged, and he tightens his grip around my neck just enough for me to see stars as I begin to come apart. My entire body tenses in his grip as a flood of warmth bursts out through my core and weaves its way down my limbs.

Marco releases his firm hold on my neck, and I take hurried gulps. My legs are shaking, and I’m sure if he wasn’t pressing me up against the door with the weight of his body, I would collapse on the floor. He pulls my panties back up my thighs and settles them in place.

“Close your eyes,” he murmurs. “Because as much as I love touching you in the dark, I want to see your beautiful face when I shove my dick in you.”

A tingling sensation moves across my body. I do as I’m told. He flicks a light switch somewhere next to the door. The brightness hits my eyelids and I squeeze them shut, not ready to come back to reality yet, but definitely ready to come again if that option is on the table.

“Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Understand?”

“Yes.” A gratifying sigh leaves my lips. I’m ready for more of whatever he wants to do to me.

He takes a step away from my body, and I miss his warmth against me. His hands grab the back of my bra, and he undoes it in a fluid motion, sliding it off gently. I say a silentthank youto the universe that I wore a lacy matching underwear set today.

The idea of him seeing me in nothing but my black lingerie is doing all kinds of things to me. I want to turn around and open my eyes, see his reaction to me, but I don’t. His games are more important than seeing the satisfaction on his face.

He turns me around, helping me step out of the pants pooled at my feet, and traces his hands down the front of my body. He palms my breasts and pinches my nipples. I can’t see him, but his breathing deepens, and it turns me on.

I jolt when his lips press against my stomach. A dark chuckle leaves his throat, and I smile. He must be on his knees in front of me. The notion makes my legs even weaker. His hands reach up and grab my backside, kneading the flesh there, pulling my body closer to his. His lips work their way down my stomach until they’re on top of my panties. Desperately, I wish for him to slip the fabric to the side, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he nips and licks at me through the lace. His hands trace their way back and forth in the waistband, toying with me, working me up. Not being able to see him but having him see all of me has me dripping. I’m sure he can taste me through my underwear. Only a scantpiece of fabric stops his mouth from being where I need it most.

I let out the whimper that I’ve been holding back. It’s all Marco needs. His thick hands tear down my underwear, and his mouth is on me. I steady myself on the door behind me as he spreads my legs apart, throwing one of them over his shoulder. His tongue dives into my needy cunt. It’s weeping for him, his tongue, his touch. I never understood the term eating out until now. Marco is devouring me like he can’t get enough.

He runs his tongue up to my clit and sucks in a frenzy. My hands tangle in his hair as I buck against his face, craving the friction. My eyes flutter open—I can’t help it—and meet his gaze. He’s staring up at me with a wicked glint in his eye.

“I told you not to open your eyes,” he says, biting at me between words.

“I…I couldn’t help it.”

He points behind him. “On the counter, now.”

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