Page 47 of Forbidden Desire

I can barely process the words or the feeling they arouse between my legs before his hands are on my hips and he turns me quickly to face him. I let out a little gasp as I come face to face with him. His hands are at the back of my dress, and his fingers have grasped the zipper, pulling it down with a slow ease. I feel his fingertips brush against my bare skin as they move lower and lower, past my lower back, past the lace of my underwear to where the zipper stops.

He looks at me with a lazy smile as his hands move up toward my shoulders and the straps of my dress. He hooks his thumbs underneath each strap and slips them off my shoulders, watching as the dress falls off my body, revealing the lace lingerie I had worn in hopes this might happen. His eyes graze over me, inch by inch, like he’s taking notes. Part of me panics slightly at the thought he might notice physical differences since I gave birth, but it’s been so long and nothing is changing in his expression. I let myself succumb to his desirous stare, and relish in the feeling of being wanted like this.

He takes a step forward and his hands find my bare skin, his fingers trailing lazily from the underside of my breasts that are cupped in my pale blush bra to the center of my abdomen. They move further down, and it almost feels like he’s not even touching me at all, until his fingers slip between the lace and skin just underneath my navel. I suck in a gasp as his fingers are more firm now, pressing against me just there.

I squirm as he runs his thumb over me in circular motions, slowly with pressure. He’s watching my face carefully, enjoying every twitch of my body and every breath that hitches just behind my parted lips. He slips a finger inside me with ease because my body wants him, has been wanting him since he picked me up in that goddamn suit. He adjusts his arm so he can penetrate me deeper. His face is closer to mine, and his breath is dancing against my open mouth that’s begging to taste him as he works his magic with his hand.

As if reading my mind, he comes in closer, his lips so close they almost brush together. He runs his tongue across my lips at the same time he slips another finger inside me, curling them in a way that sends a sensation up my spine as I arch my back toward him. His tongue is against mine now, massaging it in the same rhythm as his hand massages me. I whimper slightly from the sheer pleasure I feel and the way he tastes.

His hand is moving faster now, and his mouth is trying to keep up. Our kiss is becoming more frantic, and the disorientation I feel is making my knees buckle. I throw my arms around his neck and push myself firmly against his hand, begging for more, and he gives it. His thumb is moving faster now and his fingers are matching its rhythm, moving in and out of me. I feel a wave run through my body, and then another, as I let out a breathless moan into his mouth.

He pulls away from the kiss and presses his forehead against mine, his own breath frantic, as he slips his hand out from my underwear. We stare at each other for a few moments, trying to catch our breath, but I’m nowhere near done. I need so much more. I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him toward me, backto the couch that’s just a few feet away. I have no patience to make the journey down his long hallway.

My fingers move quickly at the buttons of his shirt as he shrugs off his jacket. He’s already working at the buckle of his pants, and I know he wants this as bad as I do in the way he’s looking at me. In the speed he’s working to get the layers between us to disappear. I undo the last button of his shirt and practically tear the thing off him. My hands are at the waistband of his pants, loose now that they’re undone, and I pull them down, revealing the generous length of him. My eyes fall to his erection, and the lust I felt before intensifies tenfold.

I push him onto the couch, and watch his eyes follow my every movement as I slip my lace underwear off. I place my knee on one side of him, swinging the other over so I’m hovering above him. His eyes are where we are about to meet. I lift myself slightly so I can feel the tip of him against me. I swirl my hips as I tease myself against him. His eyes are still watching, blinking slowly as his hands run up my stomach and around to the clasp of my bra. He unhooks it with ease, my breasts spilling before him. He groans at the sight, and I feel him twitch against me as I rub myself against his hard cock.

He places his hands on my upper back, pulling me to him. He takes my breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple. I moan at the feeling of his warm mouth against me. As his mouth moves to my other breast, his hands move to my hips, and I know what he wants. I want it too. He pushes me down onto him, his length slowly filling me, easing me open. He looks up at me, my breast falling from his mouth. He stops breathing as I bear down on him, so he can’t go any further.

I place my hands on his bare chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath my fingers. I begin moving against him, grinding my hips back and forth, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head as I find a slow rhythm. I’m already needing more, so I begin moving faster. His eyes snap open as he watches me ride him. His fingers are digging into the fleshy parts of my hips now. I move my hands to the back of the couch for a better grip. I ride him harder, faster.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

Just that word alone sends me over the edge. I jerk forward at the orgasm running through me as he bucks under me, letting out a deep groan as he releases. I collapse onto him, our naked bodies pressed together, him still inside me. We sit like that, arms wrapped around each other for a while, his lips pressing slow kisses against my shoulder. I smile as my chin rests on top of his head.

Somehow, it was even better than last time.

Chapter 24

Marco

Ifeel Erica stir as she lies in bed next to me, her hair splayed out over my bare chest. I run my fingers through it gently and smile to myself. We’ve been here before, except last time our morning together ended abruptly. I don’t plan on that happening again, so I settle in beside her, feeling her naked body against me as I watch the sky start to change from black to a dark purple in the early morning hour.

I lean in and press my lips to her neck. She lets out a soft whimper, and I realize she’s still sleeping. My eyes feel heavy and falling asleep again sounds good after our night together. I don’t think we fell asleep until an hour ago. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around her, my breath falling in sync with hers as I fall asleep.

A few hours later, the sun is high in the sky, pouring its warm light over my room. I never shut the shades last night as we tookour fun from the living room to my bed. It’s no matter though. It’s nearly noon. Clearly, even the sun couldn’t wake us until now.

Erica’s eyes flutter open and find mine. She gives me a sleepy smile and I pull her in for a kiss.

“Good morning,” she whispers.

“Good afternoon,” I correct her.

“Is it really?” she asks in surprise.

“It’s almost twelve.”

“Oh, my gosh,” she says, a slight panic to her voice as she sits up quickly.

“Have somewhere to be?” I ask, raising a brow.

Her face softens and she shakes her head, settling back under the sheets beside me.

“No, I’m just surprised that’s all,” she murmurs.

“I’m not. With the moves you were pulling last night, I think I could have slept until six.”

“Marco!” She gives me a playful shove and my eyes wander down her naked body. Her tan skin is aching to be touched. I’m ready for a fifth serving. I smile greedily at her, my eyes glued to her.

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