Page 56 of Wounded King
The bathroom is spacious, all sleek lines and gleaming marble. I set her down on the counter, her legs dangling off the edge, just like in the kitchen. She leans back on her hands, watching me through hooded eyes as I turn on the shower, steam quickly filling the room.
I strip off what's left of my shirt—my pants and my boxers having been discarded long ago. Her eyes roam over my body, drinking me in, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I stalk towards her, a predator eyeing his prey, and she instinctively spreads her legs, welcoming me into the cradle of her thighs.
I run my hands up her legs, over her hips, up her sides, cupping her breasts. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. I could spend hours playing her body like an instrument, coaxing out the most exquisite sounds.
She whimpers, and her body trembles with anticipation. I help her off the counter, leading her towards the shower. The hot spray hits my back as I pull her under the water with me; her body molds perfectly to mine. I reach for the soap, lathering it in my hands before smoothing it over her skin, washing away the remnants of our dessert session.
My hands glide over her breasts, her stomach, dipping between her thighs. She gasps as my fingers graze her sensitive flesh, still swollen from her previous orgasms. I circle her clit, teasing her, feeling her body coil tight.
"Marcello, please," she pants, her hips bucking against my hand, seeking more friction.
"Please, what, tesoro?" I tease, nipping at her earlobe. "Tell me what you want."
"You. I want you."
My prim little rose, a grin spreads over my face when I anticipate teaching her how to tell me exactly what she wants. But right now, I just want to be back inside her, like I hadn't just left her warm, perfect little pussy. With a growl, I hoist her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I pin her against the cool tile wall, the contrast of the cold ceramic and the hot water making her gasp. With one swift thrust, I'm inside her again, and her tight heat envelops me like a glove.
"Your pussy is perfect, tesoro, so fucking perfect. It takes me so good."
Her face flushes. I can tell she isn't used to this kind of dirty talk, but I can also tell it's turning her on. I set a relentless pace, pounding into her, the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing off the bathroom walls. She clings to me, her face buried in my neck, muffling her cries of pleasure. But I want to hear her, want the whole world to hear her.
I tangle my hand in her wet hair, tugging her head back. "Don't hold back, tesoro," I command, my voice rough with lust. "I want to hear you scream."
And scream she does, her voice bouncing off the tiles as I hit that sweet spot inside her over and over. Her body starts to shake, her walls flutter around me, and I know she's close.
"That's it, baby," I encourage her, my thrusts becoming erratic as I chase my own release. "Come for me. Let go."
She does, with a cry of my name, her body convulsing in my arms as her orgasm crashes over her. I follow right behind, spilling myself deep inside her with a roar, my vision whiting out from the sheer force of it.
I slump against her, pressing her into the wall, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Our foreheads meet, our breaths mingle, and I feel her heart pounding against mine. This has to be heaven.
"You're incredible," I murmur, nuzzling into her neck. "I could stay here with you forever."
She hums in agreement, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. "I never want to leave this moment."
I give us a few more minutes before I pull back, cupping her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking over her cheekbones. "As much as I'd love to keep you in this shower all night, tesoro, we should probably get cleaned up for real."
She pouts, her bottom lip jutting out temptingly. "But I like being dirty with you."
I groan, as far as dirty talk goes, this isn't much, but coming from her, it nearly kills me. I can already feel myself hardening again. "Don't tempt me, woman. Or we'll never leave this bathroom."
She giggles, the sound light and carefree, and it makes my heart clench in my chest. I want to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life. I set her down gently, steadying her as she finds her footing. We wash each other slowly, taking our time, hands exploring newly discovered territories. By the time we're done, our skin is pruned from the lengthy shower.
I wrap her in a fluffy towel, using another to gently dry her hair. She leans into me, her eyes fluttering closed; a contented sigh escapes her lips. I could get used to this, used to her in my space, in my life.
I lead her to the bedroom, pulling back the covers on the king-sized bed. She crawls in, still wrapped in her towel, looking up at me with an inviting smile. I drop my own towel, joining her under the cool sheets, and pull her into my arms.
She snuggles into my chest, her leg thrown over mine, her arm draped across my stomach. I stroke her back, marveling at the softness of her skin, breathing in the scent of her hair.
"Stay with me tonight," I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
VIOLET
Stay with me tonight, he said. Well, this is Marcello, so it was more like a demand, but that's beside the point. It's the words every woman wants to hear, especially coming from a man like him.
The sex with Marcello was just like I had imagined it would be. Fantastic, primal, and deeply satisfying, and now I fear for my heart as well as my sanity. I'm afraid there is no going back from Marcello. There will never be another man who will so thoroughly satisfy me.
The way he made my body sing is new and unexpected. Sex with Scott was… fine. Not bad, but nothing to write home about either. Spontaneity wasn't something he appreciated or liked, not even in the bedroom. Forget lacy underwear. A shower before sex was a must, no matter if you'd just showered an hour earlier. Yes, I had orgasmed with him; no, not every time. Most of the time, that job fell to my trusty vibrator, but I'm afraid after this, even Vibes won't be able to measure up.
