“Liar.” Marianna laughed softly.
She reached for his belt, playing with it, slipping her fingers inside the waistband. His stomach muscles quivered, and his erection was full, straining against the material of his pants. That delicious mix of tension, want and pleasure coursed through her. Miami had been about pent-up longing. This would be about something different. Something murkier.
“You still want my lips around your cock as much as you did that first day in my kitchen,” she said, teasing his tip.
A rumble of a laugh came from deep inside his chest. He took one of her hands and moved it lower, his big palm covering hers. “You’re right about that. But I don’t want it from just anyone.”
Simon slid his other hand behind her neck.
“Right now, I want it from you,” he whispered in her ear.
His face was twisted into some painful mix of lust and restraint. This was happening. At this moment she was the only thing in the world that mattered again. There was something twisted in how much each sign of Simon’s desire turned her on, but it did. She wanted to be the one who made him want. This game was so real, so straightforward. Each shudder of pleasure was a truth, just for her.
“You’re ready for my cock, aren’t you?” he whispered. “Did you feel how hard I am?”
Her mouth parted. Simon tugged off his shirt, exposing the broad muscles of his chest. Damn, this man was built.
She had wondered more than once over the years if her unquenchable lust for Simon was less about him and more about a desire to escape her world of guys with too much money and too little to do. But that explanation no longer worked. She didn’t live a sheltered life—at least not anymore. Besides, images of fit men were everywhere she looked. On billboards, on TV, on the underwear packages delivered to their house. Sculpted, shaven, buffed, the men in these images were nothing like the man in front of her. Simon’s body was intimate, personal, physical on a whole different level. Her body remembered his. The rush of her blood rang in her ears.
“You want to get on your knees and take it out?” he said, his voice strained.
Yes, she did. Marianna knelt down in front of him and ran her hands up his thighs. But this game was much more fun if she drew it out a little, so she let go and fingered the buttons on her shirt. One, undone. A second, undone. She looked up at him as she continued. His eyes were fixed on her hands as she revealed more and more skin. Finally, she let her shirt fall to the floor. His jaw twitched, and his eyes were dark and hungry. Her eyelashes fluttered at the heat that raced through her. Time to undress him. Her hand brushed over his bulge as she undid the button on his pants.
“Goddamn,” he whispered as she reached in. His cock throbbed in her hand, and she tugged down his pants and boxers to free it. His groans filled the room as she traced his wet tip with her thumb.
“You like that?” She smiled a little.
“I love it. Especially right now, when it’s my cock you want,” he muttered.
She put her lips around his tip and sucked. A rumble came from deep in his chest.
Her heart was pumping hard, the rush of her blood ringing in her ears. Then she looked up into his fiery green eyes and smiled.
“Goddamn,” he whispered.
She pushed his legs wider and moved in, sizing him up. Slowly, she trailed her lips down his cock. When she put her mouth around one of his balls, a large hand threaded into her hair.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Next you can put my big cock in your mouth and swallow. You want that?”
Her own legs were turning to jelly beneath her as her desire kicked up another notch. Marianna was through questioning why kneeling in front of a man turned her on like it did. She started slowly, licking, sucking, teasing, and she snaked her hand down under her skirt.
“That’s hot,” he bit out. “Is this turning you on, too?”
She moaned, and he shivered as she angled him for her throat. In and out. She played with her clit as he hardened further in her mouth.
“Shit, Mari. Don’t stop.”
Everything else was falling away, and the only thing that mattered was making him want, making sure he never forgot this. The grip on her hair tightened, and he thrust. She took him deep, deeper each time. His heavy groans filled the room. Her body was strung tight, waiting for this part, the point where he lost control. And she was going to come right with him.
But then he pulled back.
“Enough,” he growled. “Time for me to fuck you.”
Simon’s cock throbbed hard, protesting the sudden absence of Marianna’s mouth. He let out a low groan.Fuck, yes.Yesterday had begun with a little fantasy about her lips around his cock, her big eyes looking up into his as he came down her throat. Today that fantasy was coming true.
Except somewhere in the last day, he had realized that he didn’t just want his cock sucked. While, just a second ago, he would have loved to come in her mouth, he no longer trusted where that would take him next.
He took Marianna’s hand in his, and she stood up. He led her over to the bed. Shucking the rest of his clothes, he sat down.
