Page 22 of Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter Seven

“Need help?” Marco asked, nibbling her neck.

Lily struggled to speak—didn’t really want to. Tingles spread the second he lowered her fluffy white robe. After they’d selected an engagement ring, they had spent the day sightseeing, eaten at a famous restaurant in the evening, and she had taken a hot shower in his luxurious bathroom.

God, how she wanted him. They hadn’t screwed since their arrival in Rome earlier that day. She’d appreciated that he made it a priority to show her the sights on the only day they had before proceeding to the town by Lake Como where his grandmother lived.

He cupped her breasts. She let her head fall back and enjoyed how he dipped his head, his breath fanning her, his lips brushing her flesh. She moaned.

“Seems you need some help, too,” she said, feeling his hard-on press against her.

He kissed the top of her head. “Always, where you’re concerned.”

She turned to him and removed her robe slowly, the soft fabric sliding down her skin. Until Marco, she’d never felt comfortable being naked for the hell of it. Her parents, her father particularly, always preached modesty, and then growing up with big boobs had made her even more self-conscious. She loved her body but didn’t find it necessary to parade her assets.

He gave her a look of sheer fascination, igniting a deep-seated desire in her for more. With Marco, nudity was natural. He took a couple of steps back as if to really admire her, and she found herself smiling.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

Blood pounded in her veins, and a flush heated her face. She didn’t believe it, what with the number of amazing models he must have dated. “You make me feel like that,” she said honestly. If she gained nothing else from their time together—other than the deal they’d drawn—she would learn how good it felt to be cherished. Even if only sexually.

“I have something we’ll try tonight,” he said, then moved to his closet.

She touched the chair in front of a large rectangular, wood-framed mirror. His bedroom was so undeniable masculine. When he returned, he had removed his shirt and pants already, walking to her wearing just a pair of black boxer briefs that didn’t conceal his erection.

He carried a bottle of lube in one hand, and in the other… She studied the short black device on his palm. “Touch it,” he said, giving it to her.

She ran her finger along the ribbed texture, starting at the tip through the flanged angle. “What is this?”

And what would they do with it? She’d seen vibrators at bachelorette parties but never bought one herself.

“It’s a butt plug.”

She cleared her throat. Sweat broke on her forehead, and she clenched her thighs. So far he’d shown her a colorful world of pleasure and unknown sensations. A side of her wanted more, but what if—

“I can almost hear you thinking,” he said, yanking her from her worries.

“Sorry. I… I’ve never done this before.” She clutched the silicone device, warming it.

“Do you trust me to pop your ass cherry?” He lifted her chin until his gaze locked on hers. “This will only work if you do.”

She nodded. “What’s the plan?” She gave him the plug, and he put it aside, ushering her to the bed. He eased her down on the mattress, as if she were precious cargo. She propped herself on her elbows, unable to stay still.

He joined her in bed, still in his underwear, then covered her with his body and captured her lips with his in a languid, slow kiss. By the time their mouths disengaged, she struggled to breath, her heartbeat drumming in her ears.

“I’m not screwing your ass today. I’m just going to play with your hole, stretch it so when I fuck it… I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

“If you say so. I trust you.” Despite her insecurities, her clit throbbed in anticipation of all the sinful pleasures coming ahead.

He sucked her lower lip then released it with a pop. “Don’t overthink it. If at any moment you want me to stop, just say so.”

“Do we need a safe word?” She recalled a scene in a sexy movie where the male lead told his partner to use a word to halt things completely if needed.

He flashed her a boyish grin, so uncharacteristic of him. “I’m simple. If you say no, or stop, I’ll stop.”

She relaxed her shoulders and dropped to the mattress. “That’s easy.”

He lowered himself onto her, kissing her breasts, his tongue lazily lapping one of the tips. She arched toward him, wanting to feel him on her even more. Whenever he kissed her, she always anticipated the next caress, the next touch, the next orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his ass in a silent plea.

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