“My brother was attacked. You don’t know what he went through. I do. I watched his anger, his hurt, his struggles afterward.”
Marlen’s eyes have darkened, and his jaw is set tight. Something in the fierceness of his expression is turning me on more than it should.
“You shouldn’t be so closed off to other possibilities,” I argue.
His eyes flare. “And you shouldn’t defend people who have done wrong,” he huffs back. But his eyes are on my lips, and the electricity between us is intensifying.
This conversation is going nowhere, but it is making my body desperate for him.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I stand, needing to escape him. “Fine, forget I said anything,” I snap, taking a step away.
But as I step, the boat dips over an ocean swell, and I lose my balance. Marlen moves quickly, catching me and pulling me onto his lap instead of letting me face-plant the deck.
I’m shocked to find myself cradled in his arms. The absolute last place I should be given the uncontrollable state of my hormones.
My heart beats faster, my breathing heavy when I look up at him. His arms are still wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly.
His eyes drift from mine down to my lips.
He swallows hard and clears his throat, but the desire pulsing through him is obvious. He feels it too. There is no denying it.
I feel his grip on me soften as his hand gently brushes over my side, his fingers caressing me. That small movement, that delicate touch, completely breaks me, and I lift my head and press my lips against his. I wrap my hands around the back of his head and pull him down toward me.
Marlen groans against my mouth and pulls my body closer to his. His hands hurry over my side, his fingers digging into me. The kiss escalates, and he lifts me, repositioning me so that I’m straddling his lap. He runs his hands down my back and holds my hips, pulling me forward onto the bulge of his swollen cock.
My dress shifts up over my thighs, leaving nothing but my panties between me and his arousal.
I shiver with delight as he pushes his tongue into my mouth and rubs me back and forth over his cock. My pussy is humming, purring with delight. My fingers thread through his hair, and I tug it gently, tilting his head back and taking control of the kiss. I feel his cock pulse harder.
Chapter 13 - Marlen
She tugs my head back and boldly takes the lead as her lips move faster over mine.
The thought of letting this little kitten do whatever she wants to me spikes my blood and makes my heart race. But ultimately, I want it to be the other way around. I want to control her. I want to take her.
I let her lead for a few moments before I slide my hand up her back, along her neck, and grab a handful of her hair. My cock hardens as I yank her head back, and she gasps in surprise.
As I trace kisses over her exposed throat, I slip my other hand behind her ass, between her legs, and over her pussy.
She shivers with pleasure and arches herself harder into my touch.
I slip one finger beneath her panties and slide it over her clit. She’s soaked.
Stefania tries to move, to escape the grip I have on her, but I don’t let her. This seems to drive her wilder, her chest heaving. I lick my tongue down her throat, over her dress, pressing it against her nipple, and she stops breathing for a moment. She grabs the thin straps of her dress and pulls it off her shoulders, letting it slide down around her waist and leaving her topless, beautiful, and vulnerable to my stare. Her breasts are creamy and smooth, utterly flawless.
I suck one nipple into my mouth and let it grow harder as my tongue flicks over it. At the same time, I rub the length of my finger between her swollen pussy lips.
She’s melting into me, giving more control to me with each passing second.
My cock is throbbing, aching, pulsing against my jeans. It’s almost painful how much I want her. But I don’t just want my cock inside her. I want to explore her. Savor every part of her. I want to hear her breath quicken and those beautiful moans slip from her lips. Releasing her hair, I wrap my hand beneath her breast and lift it into my mouth. She runs her fingers down my chest, over the curves of my muscles, over my stomach. My cock pulses again as she tugs at the buttons of my jeans, and it pops open.
She slides the zip down, releasing the pressure against my shaft. But quickly replacing it with the pressure of her fingers as she brushes them up the bottom of my cock, while the upper side is pressed against my stomach, wedged between us.
The instance of her touch sends currents through me that I’ve never felt before. Her delicate fingertips seem to have a power of their own as they press against the throbbing vein pulsing over the base of my cock.
I look at her, wondering what powers she has to make me feel this incredible.
Her lips lock with mine again, and there is nothing in the world but her and me.
