Page 16 of Say Yes to the Chef

My desire for him grows hotter still. Arousal pools between my legs, my pussy a swollen, throb of need.

He pulls the condom down over his thick shaft and I shudder at the sight of him touching himself.

And then he’s stalking toward me, hand fisted around his cock.

And I’m grinning.

I’m sure I look mad as a hatter, looking at him like this, but the reflecting look in his eyes is unadulterated hunger. Need. A hint of dominance.

He’s going to take me. And I’m going to let him.

Going to give myself to him.

Willingly.

Sosowillingly.

I haven’t been with another man in decades, and though a small part of me is apprehensive, the rest of me trusts that my body will know what to do.

And if not, I have full faith that Marco will.

He climbs up the bed, then grips my hips, positioning me exactly how he wants me. This new determination in his eyes is sexy as hell and sends a shiver tickling down my spine. I open my legs around him and he rests his cock between us, then swoops down to leave me breathless with another ravenous kiss.

The tip of his cock teases my entrance only briefly before he drives into me leisurely. I gasp at the sheer size of him. Pain is wrapped up in pleasure, a gift I want to unwrap again and again. He’s so big he has to move slowly, ease me into this, but with each tender stroke of his tongue against mine, he drives his cock deeper, just a fraction. The noises he makes are deep and guttural, as if the patience is painful, but he doesn’t rush me.

I focus on our connection, on his thickness. I relax my muscles, then rock my hips, rising up to meet him. The encouragement spurs him to drive harder, deeper.

I gasp, but he silences the sound with another kiss.

He sucks my tongue into his mouth and the sensation almost breaks me in two.

I’m surrounded by Marco. His hands. His mouth. His scent.

I’m filled with him.

Each thrust of his hips drives him deeper inside, claiming every inch of me.

He studies my body with his hands. Fingers flexing, digging, then brushing against my skin with feather-soft strokes. His hands are everywhere at once. Every hill, every valley, every scar…

Marco worships me without words.

Just tongue and hands and teeth and cock.

He fucks me into the mattress until I think I might pass out from the pleasure coursing through me. My muscles flex and tense as my body prepares for yet another climax.

I tangle my hands in his hair and he groans, breaking our kiss to look down at me with dark eyes and a savage expression on his face. Then, with a growl, Marco flips us so I’m on top.

I adjust to the new position, my knees on either side of him and his cock buried to the hilt, placing my hands on his strong chest and letting my hair fall around me as I look down at him.

“Ride me, Adrienne,” he says. “Take what you need.”

I shiver at the commanding rumble in his voice, then he grips my breasts as I do as I’m told, rocking forward slowly and feeling every inch of his shaft inside me, reveling in the way it feels to be filled by this beautiful man.

I lift my head and arch my back, searching for that perfect position that will bring me to the edge. Each roll of my hips presses my clit against his fir pelvis, and before long, I’m moving quickly, fucking, him desperately and grinding into him with each forward stroke.

He drops his hands to my hips, fingertips digging into my flesh, then takes some of the control away as he urges me to fuck him faster and harder still.

I moan loudly and close my eyes as pressure builds in my core, gathering at the base of my spine and spreading out until everything swells within me. My body shakes as the first wave crests. My fingernails dig into his chest. I rock harder against him, searching, seeking,takingmy pleasure from him until my body convulses.

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