Dirty Little Secrets

“Cold? Don’t worry. I’ll warm you right up.”

He smiled then. A full smile that showed his pearly white teeth, before he opened his mouth and showed her his tongue. She was sure he could see her shocked expression. Ava waited, trying to control the trembling that was threatening to seize her limbs. He’s toying with me. He knows I’m nervous already and he’s just prolonging this. He gri

Then his lips were kissing her there. Slowly. Tenderly. Repeatedly. Ava grew wetter and then frustrated. His soft, featherlike kisses against her felt wonderful. Joseph had never bothered to try anything like this. But she wanted more.

“Please…”

Marco stopped and then looked up at her. Then he ran his tongue across her clit.

A moan escaped her lips, before she could censor her desire.

Marco did it again. He watched her. U

Marco’s hand tightened on her leg, pressing hard into her flesh, but Ava didn’t care. The friction of her grinding and his licking was setting her body on fire. She could feel it. The ember of desire that he’d stoked with his kiss rushing towards a full-fledged inferno. An orgasm. The forbidden friend she’d never been acquainted with as much as she’d liked, was finally about to make a much-needed appearance.

“Faster, Marco.”

Both of his hands squeezed her thighs as she rocked against him, faster and faster. Ava could feel the sweat breaking out on her forehead. So close. She moved with a fervor, the trickle of wetness ru

She released her grip on Marco’s hair and stared at him. He met her eyes and kissed her there again briefly before he rose from his knees. He loomed over her. She could see the faint moistness of her desire on his lips. He winked and then licked it away. Ava could feel the start of a new throbbing between her legs. She lay replete as Marco leaned down over her.

“Did you enjoy that?” Marco whispered.

“Yes.”

“I enjoyed it as well. And I think it is going to be a true privilege to service you this weekend.”

Marco’s lips met hers. His tongue forced its way inside her mouth and she could taste herself. She grabbed his face and kissed him harder, trying to pull him down on top of her. A knock at the door broke the spell. Ava let him go and sat up.

“Looks like our food is here. Don’t worry, bella. We have plenty of time,” Marco said.

With an unhurried stride, he left the bedroom. Ava’s hands shook as she pulled her dress down to cover her nakedness. The foreplay she’d just experienced with Marco would’ve sent her to her knees if she’d been standing up. She wondered if she could handle a whole weekend of this. She had no idea, but if what Marco had just done was a sample of his skills, then she was in for an orgasm-filled weekend. It was about damn time.

Chapter Twelve

Ava stared at the carts stretched out in front of them. She was ashamed to admit that where once those carts had been quite laden with food, there were now barely crumbs left. Apparently foreplay not only increased her appetite, but her companion’s as well.

He sat beside her in the small living room of their suite, unhurriedly eating a cupful of gelato. She watched him bring the spoon up to his mouth, sucking the sweet cream off it. She saw the hint of his tongue as he pulled the spoon from his lips. Her i

“Something wrong?” he asked before bringing the spoon back up to his lips.

She watched riveted as he licked the gelato from the spoon, before deciding to suck it clean. He was toying with her, and it was working. In her panty-less state she was well aware of the throbbing between her thighs. But he didn’t need to know that. Pasting on a confident smile, Ava shook her head. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“I thought I heard you make a noise.”

“That was just me trying to stifle my i

Marco chuckled. “You did enjoy everything, didn’t you?”

Ava raised a brow. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I just hope your appetite for me is just as healthy.”

Marco continued to eat his gelato, but Ava was done with food. Rising from her seat, she sashayed across the room to where he sat. Grabbing another spoonful of gelato, he looked up at her as she approached. His black eyes were unreadable. Before she lost her nerve, Ava placed her hands against the back of the chair he was sitting in and straddled his lap. His mouth curved into a smile. He put his cup and spoon on the end table beside him.

“So I’m guessing you don’t want me to leave?”

“I would think me being in your lap answers that question for you.”

Ava put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her tongue dove into his mouth, tasting the hint of chocolate gelato he’d just been eating. Marco’s lips moved against hers eagerly. One of his hands slid down her body to the hem of her dress. As he kissed her harder, he pulled the fabric of the dress above her waist. Ava’s body trembled as the coolness of the air hit her bare skin. Her body ached. She managed to hold back her scream as his finger caressed her slit.

“Wet for me again?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yes.”

Their kisses became more frenzied, even as he caressed her secret place with more languidness. She wanted him to touch it. To devote all his attention to it like he’d done before. She pressed herself against the hand that pleasured her. Just that brief contact had her panting against his mouth.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

She stopped her kisses and looked into his eyes. He wanted her to say it. To ask for what she wanted. Even as her mind recoiled at the thought of asking a man for anything, her body reminded her that it didn’t care. Pleasure is pleasure, Ava. Just tell him what you want. There’s no shame in it. She took a deep breath.

“Touch me down there.”

His hand moved between her legs. Slowly his thumb ran up and down her swollen bud of pleasure. “Like this?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she panted.

Her need grew stronger as he rubbed and caressed her. In desperation she pressed herself more fully into his hand.

“Tell me you like what I’m doing to you.”

Ava moaned. No. She wasn’t going to say it. No. Not on Marco’s life. His eyes turned hard.

“You’re not going to tell me you like it? Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Please don’t.”

Ava was close to tears. Her passion was rising. She wanted this. This orgasm that threatened to be just as powerful as the last one he’d given her.

“Then answer me. Do you like this? Do you want more of this?”