Page 8 of Forbidden Desire

She releases my lip and presses her forehead against mine as she looks down. Both of her hands work at the buttons of my shirt, pulling it off. She then works at the clasp of my slacks. She unhooks it before slowly pulling the zipper down. My pants fall to my feet just as her fingers grip the waistband of my briefs, pulling them down my hips, until they meet my pants on the floor and I step out of them. She sucks in a quiet breath as her eyes take in my straining cock.

She brings her hands up to my bare chest and pushes me toward the bed behind me. I walk slowly, trying to keep my balance, but my eyes are locked on hers and it’s proving hard to even think straight, let alone walk. I feel relief when my knees meet the back of the bed, and I sit down. She stands before me and I grip her hips, grazing my eyes up her body. I pull at black lace of her panties and slide them down her smooth thighs. I’m ready for her to sit on me, so I can feel every inch of her.

But she has other ideas. She slowly gets to her knees, so her mouth is level with my cock. She smiles up at me before she runs her tongue across the tip in one smooth, circular motion. A groan begins to rumble in my throat. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she lifts up on her knees, wrapping her lips around me completely, and pushing her mouth down onto my already throbbing cock.

I feel her tongue run against the underside of my dick as she pushes her mouth further onto me. I reach for her, my fingers getting tangled in her hair. I can feel the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

She must like it because she begins to move up and down my shaft in a rhythmic speed, knowing how good it feels for me. It’s like it’s getting her off. Again. She pulls her mouth from me slowly and lifts her breasts to meet my cock. She pushes her breasts together, enveloping my erection, and slides them up and down with ease. I almost lose control just from the sight of it. As she moves against me, my fingers find her nipples, giving them a gentle squeeze. She lets out a moan.

“Come here,” I whisper throatily.

I grab her wrists and pull her toward me, leaning back against the bed. She climbs over me and puts her legs on either side. She hovers over me, her breasts dangling in front of my face like fruit I want to pick from a tree and devour.

“Do you want me?” she whispers.

“More than anything,” I whisper back.

She smiles at my words. “How badly?”

She dips her hips lower until my tip is almost touching her. I swallow hard. She’s teasing me, and I can’t speak.

She lowers her mouth to mine and whispers against my lips. “How badly?” she asks again.

She moves her hips further, until the tip of my cock is right against her opening, practically screaming to be inside. I squirm underneath her, trying to reach her, but she lifts her hips up slightly so she’s just out of reach. I feel the pressure building inside of me.

“Please,” I gasp.

She smiles and gives me a single nod before she lowers her hips down. I feel the warmth of her against me, already pulsing in anticipation. I keep the head against her as she slowly pushes herself onto me, surrounding me with each delicious inch. Her eyes are so intense. I can’t look away from the pleasure that fills them as I fill her. She sinks down onto me, until I’m as far as I can go. Only then does she close her eyes and throw her head back.

I lean forward and take her breasts in my mouth, sucking them as she moves slowly against me. I hold her hips as her movements become more rhythmic. I give her nipple a taste of my teeth and she lets out a little scream of pleasure. I fall back to the bed and just watch her. She feels so good around me, and I’m completely lost in her. This is the best sex of my life, but I need more.

I grip her hips and pull her off of me, taking her by surprise. I lay her face-down before me. I lick my lips at the hunger I feel for her, mine for the taking. My fingertips dig into her hips as I pull them up toward me. She willingly complies and I see her hands dig into the comforter as if she’s bracing herself for what comes next. I position myself against her and hear her suck in a breath before I plunge into her.

She lets out a moan as I pull out and thrust back in. I throw my head back as I feel her getting warmer and wetter around me. I begin moving faster, more desperately, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other intertwining with our moans of pleasure. I plunge into her one more time, filling her, before we collapse into a heap on the bed.

Chapter 6

Erica

I wake to the distant sounds of traffic creeping up to meet my ears. A dull headache throbs, threatening to overtake me entirely. Damn tequila. Damn champagne. Damn the combination of the two of them. My eyes slowly flutter open and are surprisingly met with darkness, despite knowing it’s morning. I silently thank the blackout shades that have been drawn down, blocking out the sun as it threatens to make my potential hangover worse.

I blink a few times and let my eyes adjust to the dim room around me. There is a cozy seating area with two plush, cream-colored chairs surrounding a small round table with books by the large arched windows. There is a big, ornate mirror propped up in the corner of the room. I blush slightly as I think about the reflections I saw in it just hours before. The tensed muscles. The contorted looks of pleasure. The messy hair. The room is evenlarger than I remember from the night before, although I hadn’t spent much time looking at anything besides Marco.

Marco. I roll over in the bed and reach for him, but my hand only meets cool, empty sheets beside me. Confused, I prop myself up on my elbow and frown slightly at the fact that I’m lying in an empty bed. Bed isn’t even the right word for it. It’s a cloud and it’s given me one of the best sleeps of my life. It didn’t hurt that I was tucked under Marco’s arm, rippled with muscles as I fell asleep to the sound of his steady breathing. It wasn’t easy finding sleep when I could feel his naked body pressed against mine. Now I wonder where he is.

He is still a mystery to me. A mystery that I had gone home with last night, despite my better judgment. There hadn’t been much judgment at all when he had invited me back to his place. All bets were off when he asked me to dance at the club. His touch had been enough to convince me that I needed him. Needed to kiss him. To feel him.

It was so unlike me to be completely enraptured by someone I hardly knew. I’m someone who likes to have fun, but I tend to draw the line at one-night stands with strangers. And that’s what he is. Besides only knowing his first name and the way he moves his tongue, I hardly know him at all. But there is something about him. I feel like I know him.

There are still plenty of questions to be asked, though. Starting with what his last name is and ending with what hisactualjob is. If you’re starting out in newspapers, you don’t find yourself in one of the wealthiest spots in Manhattan, up in a penthouse thatmakes my apartment look like a closet. I try not to think about the laundry list of questions that are starting to pile in my head.

I sit up in the California King sized bed and look over at the dark wood nightstand next to me. It’s nearly 9 a.m. I climb out of bed and walk toward the door. My dress is still in a crumpled pile just next to it. I have a flashback of me standing there with him on his knees before me, and I feel my cheeks flush with color. I pop my head out into the hallway and see no sign of life. Hear no signs of life.

“Marco?” I call, my voice hardly above a whisper, but it somehow echoes down the hallway, assuring me that I’m alone.

My brow furrows as I duck back into the bedroom. I wonder where he would have gone to. He is a stranger to me, but I’m just as much of a stranger to him for him to leave me here in his apartment. That takes quite a bit of trust, especially in a place like this. Maybe he went to go get breakfast or coffee. Both sound really good right now.

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