Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I stare up at him with wide eyes and without another word, he leans down and kisses me, his lips hot and urgent against mine. I melt as his arm slides beneath me, pulling me to him, my body responding to his touch as if it's been waiting for this moment for years.
I was wrong. I didn't ruin the moment at all.
His hands move down my body, his touch igniting a fire in me I can't control. I moan as he leans closer, his breath hot in my ear, before he kisses my neck, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.
I arch my back, offering him more access to my sensitive skin. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. His kisses grow more demanding, more urgent. In a flash he’s pulled off the palazzo pants he bought for me, my bare legs exposed and wanting his touch.
As he moves his hands up to my breasts, my body shudders with pleasure. I'm not sure how much time passes before he finally pulls back, breathing heavily.
"I want you," he says, his eyes dark with desire.
I pull him down to me, kissing him with all the passion that's been building inside of me since we first met. His hands roam over my body, discovering ways to make my core melt––ways no stranger should discover so quickly.
"Tell me you want me." His voice is low, intense. It's a command, not a question.
"Yes," I whisper, my head spinning. "I want you."
The heated look on his face sends shivers down my spine as he moves back closer to me, kissing my breasts.
I let my eyes fall closed as he moves his hands over my body, each stroke making me gasp. He moves down to my legs, caressing me through the lace of my thong. I breathe out a slow, hot breath as he slides my panties off, throwing them to the floor.
His face hovers an inch from mine, his breath warm and inviting against my lips, his eyes intense and dominating as they stare into mine. My breath hitches as his fingers slide between my wet folds. He traces a slow, teasing circle around my clit, before finally moving back down to slide inside me once more, further this time.
I gasp as he moves his fingers back and forth inside me, his thumb teasing my clit.
God, it feels so good, so right. He's not afraid to touch me, to slide his fingers into my slick folds, to make me moan into the silent hotel room.
My toes curl as my hips move in time with his hand, a delicious pressure building in my core. I could be content to let him go on like this for hours, but I know I won't last that long.
"Marco," I whisper, my breaths coming more quickly. "Please, I need more."
"Tell me what you need," he says, his voice like velvet.
"I want you inside me," I tell him. "Please. I need it."
He growls, a primal sound, and reaches over to his pants. He pulls out his cock, thick and hard––the only thing I can look at.
I stare at it, my body growing tense.
His mouth and hands are driving me wild. My breath grows ragged as I try to keep my moans low, trying to keep it together even as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.
I lean backwards, my head hitting the pillow. My body tenses as his touch grows more urgent, his fingers sliding faster and deeper inside me.
"Filia," he says, his voice low and intense. "I want to drink you in. Let me do that."
Somehow, the words fall into my sex-crazed mind. Before I can find any words, Marco has moved his fingers away. He moves up my body, and I can feel his cock pressing into my thigh.
I lean up and kiss him, my tongue sliding over his and my hand reaching down to wrap around his thick, pulsing shaft. His erection grows even harder in my hand as I start to stroke him.
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls me up, flipping me over onto my knees, my back to him and he moves behind me, grabbing my ass.
I gasp as he slides himself inside me, filling me up in one smooth thrust. I moan as he starts to thrust in and out of me, his hands gripping my ass tight. His cock feels so good inside me, I lean my head forward, resting it on the bed, trying to get control of the sensations running through my body. I can barely catch my breath, his thrusts are so powerful, so strong.
"Marco," I gasp. His name comes out like a prayer on my lips.
His pace picks up, driving deeper into me. I feel his cock grow harder inside me, and I know he's close to coming. The thought of him finishing in me turns me on, makes me want to come with him.