“Straddle me,” he said, his voice husky and cracked.
She braced herself on his shoulders and climbed on. He lifted her skirt over her hips and pulled her closer, up against his dick. Her breath hitched as her breasts brushed against him, driving him crazy. God, he loved her tits. They didn’t need to be big because the way they bounced got his dick going like nothing else. He’d almost fallen off the fucking ladder the first day he saw her untie the straps of her red bikini and walk over to the pool.
But that wasn’t the best part of having her here, pressed up against him. Because as she was down on her knees, her mouth playing a goddamn symphony on his cock, he’d realized this: what he wanted was to kiss her. He was so, so hungry for the taste of her lips, her mouth. For Marianna.
Sitting on his lap, they were eye to eye now. Slowly, he reached around her back and unclasped her bra. She sighed. She fucking sighed, like he was exactly what she needed. His gaze went to her hard nipples, up her chest, rising and falling with each breath, along the column of her slim neck, over her soft, pouty mouth. He stopped at her eyes, yellows and grays and greens, shining up at him.
And it felt too good.
She slipped her hands into his hair, and her eyes widened, losing a little of their hazy glow. Was she hesitating? Good.
Every muscle in his body was back on high alert. She licked his bottom lip and then bit down, sending sparks of pleasure through his body, his overeager cock more than ready. She reached down to stroke him, but he caught her wrist.
“Not yet,” he said, moving her hand to his waist.
Her gaze flicked up to his, eyes wide, the grays and yellows moving, changing, drawing him in. Before she could outmaneuver him, he lowered his mouth to hers. He started slow, remembering her lips, finding the corners, the seam. Goddamn, her lips were soft. Her fingers flexed against him, and her mouth opened to his. He explored with soft strokes of his tongue, and she answered, pressing her body against his. Memories jolted through him, temptations, unwanted. Was this part of thedo you remembergame he had started in the kitchen, or was this something else?
She rested her hands on his shoulders, and he bowed his head for a taste of her neck. His hands slid over her collarbone, down to cup her breasts. How the hell had he made it all these years without touching her? He rolled her nipples with his thumbs until she moaned.
“Are you clean?” she whispered.
Simon’s cock surged. He knew where she was taking this.
“Yes. You?”
She nodded. “And I’m on birth control.”
“You want to ride bare?” His words came out rough.
She nodded. “I want to give you a little show.”
Simon groaned. Of course she wanted to be on top. She wanted to make him crazy with need, to make sure this went the way she wanted. Last night in the hotel had shown them both that she could do that to him.
But last night he hadn’t been ready. Today, he was.
So he let her push him back onto the bed. He leaned back on his elbows and watched her shimmy out of her skirt and drop those panties for him. Her gaze dropped down to his cock, bobbing against his stomach, begging for her attention. Marianna smiled a little and climbed on.
She took her time, raising herself over him, pressing on his tip. He wrapped his fingers around the swell of her hips, and his eyes met hers. Then he pulled down hard. Oh, God, she was so hot and tight. They moaned and cried, their voices echoing through the room. He held still, buried deep inside her, fighting off the urge to make this quick and hard.
Then she began to move, shifting, arching her back, finding all the right spots. This was the woman who blurred the lines between lust and love all those years ago. The woman who got off on giving him his own private show, on finding her way through his darkness to remind him how good life could be. She was every late-night fantasy of his come true, and Simon fought the urge to give in to the pleasure. Not yet. He needed to take her to that place, too.
Simon gritted his teeth and let her get herself worked up. She looked so beautiful, her eyes hazy and unfocused, her mouth parted. He let her set the pace, let her get off on the way she made him want, until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Then, as she sank down on him, he thrust his hips hard and held himself deep inside her.
“Show’s over,Princesa. Now it’s my turn.”
