If only she knew.
"Is this your way of saying that you are still willing to let me court you?" he asked, needing her to say it out loud for him.
Marcella kissed the third eye space between his brows. "More than willing. It is new to both of us, Cosimo. We will just have to take things one day at a time, like the responsible adults we are."
Marcella kissed Cosimo so slowly and deeply, he thought his insides would melt. His hands came to the back of her thighs, guiding her in between his spread legs. He growled in warning as she pulled away, but she only pressed him back in the chair.
"Stay there. I'm not done," she commanded. Her red nails slid down his throat to the opening of his shirt and started to undo the buttons one at a time. "Keep your hands on the arms of the chair."
Cosimo hated the idea of not touching her, but he did as she asked. "What are you up to, littlestrega?"
"Exploring." Marcella's tongue licked over his collarbone, making his cock jump. "You did say I could be in charge next time."
"Doesn't sound like something I would say," Cosimo replied, sucking in a breath as her nails glided down his chest.
"All the same. You try to touch me, and I'll stop," she said and scraped her teeth over one nipple. His fingers tightened on the chair as she moved her way down his chest, kissing and licking and driving him crazy.
She lowered down on her knees between his legs and ran her face over the hard bulge that his pants did nothing to hide.
"You are killing me, woman," he growled.
Marcella only laughed huskily, one hand undoing his belt and pants as she licked over the skull of his tattoo. He was going to come untouched if she kept this up. She pulled his dick free, her hot palm wrapping around him.
"Now, I haven't done this in a very long time, but I can't stop thinking about it. If I do something you don't like, tell me, but don't you dare move those hands," she said.
Cosimo bit back a groan as she stroked him. "I doubt there's anything you can do that I won't like,tesoro.Everything about you drives me fucking wild," he admitted, his voice going husky. "I get hard just smelling your perfume."
Marcella licked him, and he bit the inside of his cheek to stop from moaning. She went slowly, exploring him with her tongue and fingers like she had all the time in the world. She sucked him, enclosing him in the silky heat of her mouth, and he actually whimpered.
"Fuck, Marcella," was all he could manage as he fought not to come.
Marcella's fingers wrapped around the base of him, stroking in time with her mouth, making colors dance in front of his eyes.
Claws shot out of his fingers, tearing the upholstery. Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight, her full lips red around his throbbing dick. She slid off a few moments later.
"Do you want to come?" she asked sweetly, her hand still stroking him.
"Yes," he growled.
Marcella's grin widened. "I bet you do."
She let him go and stood up. Cosimo let out a whimper, but she laughed softly and shimmied out of her jeans and panties. Cosimo could smell how wet she was, and his growl deepened.
"My patience has limits," he warned.
"I'm trembling with fear." Marcella climbed onto his lap and ran her wet slit against his cock.
"Such a sassy thing when you're in charge," Cosimo said through gritted teeth. "Enjoy the moment. I might not give you another chance."
"Yes, you will," Marcella whispered in his ear before biting down on his lobe.
Cosimo vowed he would make her pay for every teasing stroke. Marcella suddenly pressed him to her entrance and slid down on him, taking him all in one go.
"Fuckingdark gods," he groaned, trying to breathe.
She was squeezing the life out of him.
"So good," she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. She rolled her hips and kissed him. "Touch me, Cosimo. Touch me everywhere."
