Summer in Napa - By Marina Adair Page 0,95

Eyes closed, heart still racing, she was content to sit and absorb the best orgasm she’d ever had.

In. Her. Life.

Her breath was just returning to normal when she felt Marc’s tongue again. He licked her once, right up the middle, twice, a third time, slowly gaining momentum. She opened her eyes and saw that his brow was furrowed and his eyes were determined.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice trailing off when he blew on her pleasure button.

“In my dream you scream.”

“I did scream.” She even screamed again when his hand joined in the fun.

“My name.” He slid a finger in, smiling at her when she clenched around him. “You scream my name.”

Which she had no problems doing when he moved faster, focusing all of his determination on the smaller bundle of nerves. He circled his tongue right as his finger hit that perfect spot and—

“Yes, yes, God, yes.” Every muscle tightened, tension built, making her back arch. “Marc, please,” she begged, squeezing her thighs against his head. He slid in a second finger, sending a violent jolt of pleasure shattering her body.

“Marc!” she cried out when her body erupted again. She was so spent that when her eyes opened and she caught him smiling at her, all she could manage was a lazy grin in return.

“Was that better?” she asked.

“Hell yeah. Never once in my dream did you ever squeeze your legs so tight around my head that I almost passed out.”

“I did not,” she said, but didn’t feel all that confident in her denial, since her thighs were tender and when she tried to move, she had to stifle a wince. So when Marc kissed his way back up her stomach, she had to admit, “I’m too sore to even move.”

His eyes softened. “That’s my job,” he whispered against her lips and lifted her into his arms.

He carried her down the hallway and into her bedroom. The mattress was cool against her back as Marc laid her down, then sprawled out beside her in all of his naked glory. And glorious he was. His shoulders were wide, his chest wider, and all muscle she noticed as her fingers traced down his pecs to his flat stomach, enjoying how it rippled and beaded beneath her touch. She loved that she had the power to turn him on.

He rolled on his side, resting his head on his bent arm so that he could watch her explore his body. He was a big man…everywhere. And she realized that, although she had had two standing Os, he had yet to have his first.

“Take your time,” he said, reading her mind. “We have all night.”

“I’m done,” she whispered, rising up to kiss him on the lips. She loved how he felt under her hands, but she wanted him inside of her body.

“You sure?” He kissed her back.

She parted her lips and took the kiss deeper, showing him just how sure she was. He followed her lead, moaning when she arched up so that just the tip of his erection pressed against her heat. She did it again, tilting her hips so that the tip slid in just enough that he jerked back.

“Condom,” he said, tearing open the package on the bedside table and rolling it on. Then he laced their hands together and brought them above her. “And I get to do all the work, remember?”

She didn’t even get to argue because he pushed inside her in one slow movement and then they were both too busy sighing to speak. They lay utterly silent, enjoying the intimate connection.

“God, sugar. You feel so right,” Marc whispered into the curve of her neck, and she felt her heart open a little more. Because it did feel right, so incredibly right, and yet she wasn’t scared of what that meant anymore.

Marc pulled all the way out and then slowly sank back in. The exquisite sensation made her moan; it also made her spine curl so she could take him deeper. Marc pulled back and caressed the back of her knee, lifting her leg to wrap it around his waist before pushing back in.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Yes, what?” he said, half joking but half serious.

“Yes, Marc,” she played along, happy when she was adequately rewarded.

He picked up the pace, never rough or hard like she would have thought. No, everything about Marc was smooth and unhurried and made her feel cherished—beautiful. He worshipped her body with his hands while whispering sweet things to her, and every time

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