Page 83 of Rush
‘Mars, you’re wearing booty shorts and a plaid shirt. It’s criminal.’
He leaned in closer, capturing her lips in his. He rolled on top of her, their bodies morphing together. She smiled through the kiss, always unable to hide how happy she was with him. He had well and truly flipped her life upsidedown once more, but in all the best ways. She had never imagined she would feel so secure, so at home with another person.
His lips traced her skin from her neck to her collarbone, before he ventured to her breasts and then the inside of her thighs. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, and he’d barely got started; she just knew she was in for a treat.
In the short time they’d been together, they had rarely had rough, desperate sex. It was always slow, passionate. He took his time with her, made sure to check in with her every step of the way and prioritise her needs above his own. It was no different now, as he peeled her underwear down her thighs. ‘Okay?’
‘No, but only because you’re still wearing booty shorts,’ she laughed. ‘I can’t get lost in the moment with you dressed like a Ken doll, it’s highly off-putting.’
‘You’re literally wearing granny underwear, Savannah,’ he scowled playfully. Marco didn’t care about things like that; never expected her to dress a certain way to impress him. He was lucky if she even got out of her pyjamas on days they had nowhere to be.
‘There is nothing wrong with my underwear! It’s comfortable. But the difference is, it’s already round my ankles and your ass is still clad in vintage wash denim.’
He stood up and unbuttoned his shorts, a joke gift from his brother who thought it was hilarious that Marco was embracing the cowboy way, kicking them across the room. He whipped his shirt off, leaving him standing over her in nothing but his boxers. ‘There. Are you attracted to me again?’
‘Breathtakingly so.’ She grinned back at him as he grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, her knees on his shoulders.
‘Can I?’ Marco asked, looking up at her with a devilish smirk. This was his favourite time of day, every day, and he made sure to see to her needs morning and night if she was in the mood, which she often was. How could she not be? He was Italian, he was built for this.
‘You can.’ She grabbed a fistful of his hair as he buried his head between her legs, already anticipating what was coming her way. His very first touch made her feel electric, his tongue going straight for the clit.
This was exactly how she liked it. Straight to the point, because to her, the best part was getting to have him. All of him. Oral never lasted long for either of them; they’d spent a lot of time learning each other’s bodies over the last few weeks in Europe, at the track and at the hotel, and as a result, they both knew how to hit that sweet spot in record time.
Marco had been treading carefully initially, not wanting to push Savi too far. But once Savi had all but pounced on him when he’d walked through their hotel room door one night, they hadn’t stopped.
There was rarely a day when one of them wasn’t in the mood, and despite their friends telling them they were just in the honeymoon phase and this would pass, it was Savi and Marco’s deep understanding of one another on an emotional level that made this feel so special.
And it was Marco’s incredible talent for understanding Savi’s needs that had her lifting herself from the bed as sheclimaxed, her entire body trembling while he kept a firm grip on her, letting her ride out her high.
He lifted his head, smiling up at her before gently placing a kiss on her inner thigh.
‘Get up here,’ she laughed, ‘I want the rest of the Marco De Luca deluxe package, please.’
‘It would be my pleasure, but uh, I’m diving right in…’
‘What do you mean?’ She frowned at him as he made himself comfortable, one arm either side of her. He peppered kisses along her jawline.
‘I mean, if you touch me, Cowgirl, I’m not going to survive…’
‘Oh! Did someone get a little bit too excited?’ she giggled.
‘My self-control appears to have been left on the Calais to Dover ferry.’
‘Well, I’m ready when you are.’ She shifted her hips up towards him, signalling for him to proceed. She didn’t need time in between orgasms to get herself worked up again, all it took was one kiss and she was a goner. Every time. It made it very easy for their nights of passion to be exactly that, long nights with very little sleep.
She revelled in the taste of herself on his tongue, getting lost in her senses as he entered her slowly, moaning into her mouth in the progress. That was up there with one of her favourite sounds in the world, equalled only by his laugh and the sound of her race car’s engine.
‘Is this okay?’ he asked. ‘Are you comfortable?’
‘I’m all good, Mars.’
He took it as his cue to speed up, thrusting into her alittle bit quicker with every moan that escaped her lips. She could feel every inch of him as he gave her every ounce of his attention, his big brown eyes gazing into her own with every movement. It wasn’t until his fluttered closed that she felt the rest of her body tighten, clenching around his length while her hands gripped his shoulders like he was her lifeline. ‘Savannah…’ His jaw tensed, brow furrowed, and he opened his eyes again just in time to watch her climax along with him. In unison, just like everything else they did. Like they were two halves of the same person.
‘Happy?’ he asked, trying and failing not to collapse on top of her. She secretly liked it when he did, even if she pretended he was heavy.
‘Always,’ she smiled. ‘I’d rank that performance an eight out of ten.’
‘Shut up,’ he laughed, ‘I’ll have you on your knees first thing tomorrow morning, don’t you worry. I won’t deprive you for long.’
