Page 13 of Ivory Sins
We stare at each other for a moment; the atmosphere charged with tension. I can feel my heart racing, my pulse quickening as his thumb on my cheek ignites a fire within me.
Seconds later, we both lose control, giving into the pleasure coursing through our blood. Our lips crash in a heartbeat, our breath ceasing, heads tilt passionately. Soon, tongues follow, and his hands are all over my body. Fuck! I've missed him so much and I can feel my cunt tingling.
My hands rapidly take off his shirt and he sheds mine all without the fervency of our kiss. My heart is burning with desire, and I can't wait to have him buried deep inside me. I push him, and he falls backwards, landing on the couch behind him.
As he sits, watching me with lustful eyes, I bite my lower lip, my heart racing with anticipation while I unhook my bra. The piece of fabric falls off my shoulders, revealing my breasts.
His lips curl into a self-satisfied grin, and his finger unbuckles his belt.
I go down on my knee and help take his cock out of his pants. My eyes widen slightly at the sight of the Eiffel tower before me. I stroke his length and suck on his head for a moment before pulling up my skirt and straddling him. I lock his lips with a deep kiss, my hand positioning his dick outside my entrance.
His hands fly into my hair, his tongue sliding into my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. Sitting astride him, I slowly settle on his cock, his length traveling up inside me. A soft purr escapes my lips and I break our kiss, feeling the flow of passion.
He grabs my waist and while I grind over his groin, his hands guide and direct the movement of my hips. I arch my back, twisting and twirling on his cock while his hands roam my body. He reaches forward and takes my breast in his mouth, his tongue on my hard nipple sending tremors down my core.
I quicken my pace, my hips pounding hard on his groin with my moans growing louder by the minute. From underneath, Marco penetrates my cunt with relentless strokes. His hands squeeze my breasts, caress my body, his touch fast tracking my arrival. His cock seems to hit my G-spot and my eyes soon start to roll backwards.
He lets out a primal growl that signals his arrival and, soon, his essence fills me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, accepting his load with a smile playing on my lips.
I lower my head, my forehead against his as his hand slips into my hair, adjusting some stray strands to the back of my ear.He smiles at me. I reciprocate the gesture, my nipples grazing against his broad chest.
“I've missed you,” he whispers, looking into my eyes. “And I want more.”
A mischievous grin twitches at the corners of my mouth and I respond, “Then take me upstairs and fuck me like you've never done before.”
He smirks. “Yes, ma'am.”
Marco lifts me in his muscular arms, and I lock my feet around his waist as he heads up the stairs.
7
Marco
Soithappened–wemadelove.
Now I can't stop thinking about it, and there's no way in hell that I'm ever going to let anything bad happen to Olivia. She's my world, my responsibility, and I'll do everything in my power to keep her safe.
She admitted that something's up but requested that I give her some time to get her shit straight. That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna let her speak up at her own time.
But while she's at that, I'll keep making sure nothing is out of place. I've doubled my security, and I'm even more alert now than ever. However, while doing my routine check in her office, I stumbled across something suspicious.
My instincts had led me to inspect her desk and as I did that, my fingers felt a device attached underneath her table. It was a state-of-the-art audio bug, capable of picking up even the faintest of whispers.
As I stare at the tiny device in my hand, my eyes narrow, my mind reeling from the fact that someone's actually spying on Olivia. But who? And of course, why?
My brows knit together as one name pops into my head. I'm almost certain that it's him, considering the sophistication of the device. But there's only one way to find out.
I tuck the bug in my pocket and head out of the office with one destination in mind—Matteo.
The warm lights of his office envelop me as I walk inside, approaching his desk.
“Marco,” he says, his eyes narrowing his brows. “I wasn't expecting to see you here—everything alright?” skepticism laces his tone.
“Yeah…” I drawl lazily, halting before his desk. “Sorry to drop by unannounced.”
“Please, take a seat.” He gestures toward the visitor's chair.
I sink into it, unbuttoning my coat.
