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She opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. He kissed her and that only made what his fingers…not his fingers! Oh dear heaven, it wasn’t his finger now! It was him, that throbbing part of him that was thick and felt so much better than his fingers! She arched, trying to take more of his delicious shaft into her. She spread her legs, arching her back, desperate to feel every inch of him fill her up. It still wasn’t enough! She dug her nails into his hips, pulling him deeper.
When he stilled, she didn’t understand. “More!” Marianna demanded.
And then…she felt all of him. He was finally, fully embedded in her. Every inch of her body demanded more, wanting to feel more!
That’s when he started moving. She moaned, her back arching, whimpering when she felt the friction. It was so intense, so amazing, she couldn’t seem to stop moving, gripping his hips as she ground herself against him. “Faster!” she whispered into his ear.
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Amit was certain this was heaven. That whispered word, not to mention, the way she was writhing against him left him unable to think, only react. Usually, he controlled his own pleasure until he was sure that the woman was satisfied. But with Marianna, the way her inner muscles gripped his shaft and the slickness of her body…he could only follow her over the edge of pleasure.
Because he was so close, he reached down, shifting their bodies to rub his thumb against that nub. After only three strokes, she exploded in the most erotic climax he’d ever seen. He wanted to watch, to glory in the beauty of her release. But the way she was moving and the tight grip she had on his shaft made that impossible. His climax was upon him before he realized what was happening.
Then he collapsed against her, feeling her trembling with release. He smiled faintly, pressing his lips to her throat. His face was buried against her neck as he replayed the whole scene in his mind.
After a long time, he pulled slightly away from her, shifting to one side so that he could pull her into his arms. As they relearned how to breath, holding each other closely, feeling their heartbeats pound and the small, reverberating shivers of pleasure…he felt as if his world was complete.
He wanted to do that all over again, but slower this time. He wanted to explore her more thoroughly, to learn everything there was about her. But something was nagging in the back of his mind. For the life of him, he couldn’t think of what he was missing.
With a sigh, he pulled her closer, running a soothing hand over her thigh.
“I didn’t know,” Marianna whispered, sounding stunned.
Amit looked down at her, bracing himself on his elbow. “Didn’t know what? That this would happen when we came together?”
She turned, those chocolate eyes dreamy. “I’m…not sure exactly,” she admitted.
Her lips were swollen, but he couldn’t hold back from tenderly kissing them. “Talk to me, love. What are you thinking?”
She laughed, her fingers caressing his cheek. “That I need a shower, to be honest.”
He grunted, thinking that a shower might help cool him down. Because right now, all he wanted was to do that all over again. He wanted to lose himself in her body and find more ways to pleasure her.
But since she wanted a shower, a shower she would receive. Standing up, he lifted her into his arms and carried Marianna into the bathroom. There, he lowered her feet to the ground, ignoring her protests that she could walk on her own.
“I know you can,” he replied, bending down to kiss her. “But I like carrying you.” He blinked down at her, tilting his head slightly. “I had no idea you were so short.” He looked at her, admiring her nakedness with a slow, sexy grin. “I guess you’ve always worn heels around me, eh?”
She blushed and stepped back, trying to cover herself with her hands.
“I’m not as tall as you, but few people are. That doesn’t mean–”
“Don’t get all feisty, Mari,” he said softly, pulling her hands away as he adjusted the water temperature, then slowly pulled her into the shower. “I don’t care how tall you are. You’re perfect. You’re an amazingly intelligent and confident woman.” He kissed her again.
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Marianna kissed him, keeping her eyes open, still overwhelmed by what had just happened. She’d had sex. For the first time in her life, she’d made love. It had been frantic and wild, but also shockingly beautiful. She wanted to savor every moment of that experience, and she needed time to process what had just happened.
But…would she really have wanted to be left alone? If Amit had stepped away from the bed and left her alone, Marianna suspected that she would have been hurt. At the moment, it seemed as if the man she’d despised for so long couldn’t seem to keep his hands, and his eyes, off of her. If she was being perfectly honest with herself, his sweet, tender attention now, plus the possibility of doing that all over again, was thrilling.
Her eyes moved over his body, amazed at the rippling muscles that had been hidden under his clothes. He was seriously ripped in all of the right places. The man simply couldn’t realize how stunningly sexy he was, she thought.
“You can touch as well as look,” Amit told her, lifting her hands and placing them on his chest. He moved closer, lowering his head to place a line of soft, subtle kisses along her neck. “What do you like, Mari?” he asked, his breath tickling her ear. “What’s your favorite position? What turns you on?”
Since she had no idea what her favorite position was, Marianna thought to distract the man. And she knew exactly how she wanted to do so. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, exactly as she’d dreamed about for so long. Of course, in her fantasies, she was leading him around by this part of his anatomy. Stroking him, running her thumb over the tip while watching him shiver…that was much sexier! More interesting!
Marianna felt strong and powerful. In a way, she was reminded of riding Stella, knowing she was in control. It was a heady experience, and she stroked him, teased him, all the while, watching his face. Amit closed his eyes, one hand reaching out to the marble wall. Water poured over her hand and his shaft, adding new sensations to their love-play.
Stroking him, she watched his face, trying to learn what he liked best. She tightened her grip around him and heard him grunt, noticed that his fingers tried to tighten against the wall. This…this was what so many people wrote about, Marianna realized. This was what the poems talked about. She wanted to reach down and touch herself, her body so on fire with need.
