Page 46 of Beauty and the Greek Billionaire

Her lips lifted. “Okay.”

“My job is to give you everything I can.” He moved down her body, trailing kisses over her ribcage and hip bone until he got to the edge of her underwear. “Do you want this?”

She nodded. “You have no idea how much.”

“Tell me.” He traced his finger along the edge of her underwear, following the gentle scalloped elastic from one hip to the other. “I want to hear it.”

“I want this more than anything.” Her breath came quicker, her eyes bright and wide and hungry. “More than air and water. More than light and sound. Nico…please. Make me feel good.”

This was what he’d missed the first time. In their frantic moment in the pool, he’d only felt. But now he could see, taste, hear. He drew the panties down her legs and dropped them on the floor. Then he shoved her dress off the edge of the bed, and her bra followed.

For a moment he admired her, spread out like a feast on a table. He drew a long breath, squeezing his cock through his pants and stifling a moan of pleasure. Sex had never been like this before, not so filled with wonder and attachment.

But Marianna…

She was something else. A dissatisfied little grumble escaped her lips, and she shifted, looking up as if to tell him to get on with it. Her eyes were blackened and wide, drinking him in. Urging him on.

Her sex was even more glorious than he’d imagined. Pressure pooled at the base of his cock, excitement tight like a coil, ready for release.

Chapter Thirteen

Marianna couldn’t wrench her eyes away as Nico released his hold on himself and sank to his knees in front of her. His reverence made her flush. She’d never felt so desired. Not even last time, when lust had fueled them both, because now…now, this was more than sex.

“My beautiful wife,” he murmured.

The breath vanished from her lungs as his hands came to her thighs, spreading them wider apart. The slow pace made her crazy. She wanted to cross this threshold, to know what it was like to have a man put his mouth on her.

If he didn’t hurry up, she would drown in her own arousal. He pressed his cheek to the inside of her thigh and made a delightful hmmmm sound, his lips vibrating against her soft flesh. The gentle pressure of his fingers climbed higher up her thighs, the wet slide of his tongue following. Every inch was torture until she felt the warm puff of his breath over her sensitive sex. She opened her mouth to urge him on when he sucked her clit between his lips.

“Oh!”

Her back bowed from the bed, her hands flying to his head to thread between the short, silky strands of his hair. His tongue was rough and smooth at the same time, gentle but…not. He sucked and licked and worshiped her, each movement sending pure sensation shooting through her body, making her shudder and pant as she hung on for dear life. The sensation overwhelmed her. Too much and yet perfect. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before—nothing like her own hand, or even his for that matter.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his face. “Oh!”

She chased her release, her body focused onto that pinpoint of pleasure until orgasm sucked her under. Her voice echoed off the walls of his bedroom and it felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. She shamelessly wrung every last moment from the experience, grinding herself against Nico’s face.

At last, when the intensity finally subsided, she fell back and flung an arm over her eyes. “Sweet mother of all things merciful.”

Nico chuckled and propped himself up on his forearms. “That good, huh?”

Who knew sex could be more than lust and passion? That it could be so…fun. Lighthearted.

Nico crawled back up, and Marianna reached down to feel his erection through his pants. He was rock hard. Big…bigger than she remembered. A guttural sound escaped his lips when her hand moved up and down, and he bowed his head to growl in her ear. That sound was pure sex, all anguished and primal, and it made her ache even more.

“Marianna,” he gasped, pressing his lips to her neck. “What you do to me…”

Her fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, clumsy in her attempt to open his fly. But this time her lack of experience didn’t overshadow her. The material went slack as she finally got the zipper down. She slipped her shaking hand inside his pants and underwear. The feeling of him skin-to-skin was even better than she could have imagined.

His face contorted with pleasure as she stroked him, but he pressed a hand to her cheek. “Do we need…do you want me to use protection?”

“Well…I guess not. I mean, I’m already pregnant.” A horrible thought zipped through her brain. “Unless you’ve been with someone else since me?”

He looked a little crestfallen at the suggestion, and Marianna felt guilty for even asking. But she wanted to know. Needed to know. “No, of course there hasn’t been anyone else.”

That made her far happier than was safe. Where were they going with this? Would he shut her out again after they finished making love? A panicky tightness took hold of her vocal cords. Was this just sex to him? Would he at some point want to have someone else in his bed?

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