“Something wrong?” he asked before bringing the spoon back up to his lips.
She watched riveted as he licked the gelato from the spoon, before deciding to suck it clean. He was toying with her, and it was working. In her panty-less state she was well aware of the throbbing between her thighs. But he didn’t need to know that. Pasting on a confident smile, Ava shook her head. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”
“I thought I heard you make a noise.”
“That was just me trying to stifle my inner fat kid. I’m stuffed.”
Marco chuckled. “You did enjoy everything, didn’t you?”
Ava raised a brow. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. I just hope your appetite for me is just as healthy.”
Marco continued to eat his gelato, but Ava was done with food. Rising from her seat, she sashayed across the room to where he sat. Grabbing another spoonful of gelato, he looked up at her as she approached. His black eyes were unreadable. Before she lost her nerve, Ava placed her hands against the back of the chair he was sitting in and straddled his lap. His mouth curved into a smile. He put his cup and spoon on the end table beside him.
“So I’m guessing you don’t want me to leave?”
“I would think me being in your lap answers that question for you.”
Ava put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her tongue dove into his mouth, tasting the hint of chocolate gelato he’d just been eating. Marco’s lips moved against hers eagerly. One of his hands slid down her body to the hem of her dress. As he kissed her harder, he pulled the fabric of the dress above her waist. Ava’s body trembled as the coolness of the air hit her bare skin. Her body ached. She managed to hold back her scream as his finger caressed her slit.
“Wet for me again?” he whispered against her lips.
“Yes.”
Their kisses became more frenzied, even as he caressed her secret place with more languidness. She wanted him to touch it. To devote all his attention to it like he’d done before. She pressed herself against the hand that pleasured her. Just that brief contact had her panting against his mouth.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?”
She stopped her kisses and looked into his eyes. He wanted her to say it. To ask for what she wanted. Even as her mind recoiled at the thought of asking a man for anything, her body reminded her that it didn’t care. Pleasure is pleasure, Ava. Just tell him what you want. There’s no shame in it. She took a deep breath.
“Touch me down there.”
His hand moved between her legs. Slowly his thumb ran up and down her swollen bud of pleasure. “Like this?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she panted.
Her need grew stronger as he rubbed and caressed her. In desperation she pressed herself more fully into his hand.
“Tell me you like what I’m doing to you.”
Ava moaned. No. She wasn’t going to say it. No. Not on Marco’s life. His eyes turned hard.
“You’re not going to tell me you like it? Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Please don’t.”
Ava was close to tears. Her passion was rising. She wanted this. This orgasm that threatened to be just as powerful as the last one he’d given her.
“Then answer me. Do you like this? Do you want more of this?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Good. Then I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for.”
Before Ava could process his words, Marco was lifting her from his lap and laying her on the arm of the chair. Quickly he leaned over and took her into his mouth. Ava’s arousal crept from between her legs as the sounds of his suckling made her wetter and wetter. She clutched his head, pressing his face into her wet mound. As he feasted on her bud, Ava rocked against him.
She cried out. The force of the orgasm rocked her body, making her nearly fall off the arm of the sofa. She lay exhausted. Closing her eyes she tried to catch her breath. Her heart was threatening to leap from her chest if she didn’t get her breathing under control.
“Get it together, baby. We’re not done yet.”
Ava opened one eye to see Marco reaching for her. He grabbed her, forcing her to return to the position she was just in, straddling his waist. Only this time there was a new player in the game. His thick shaft stood up, strong and unbreakable. Quickly he put on a condom.
She felt weightless as he lifted and lowered her slowly onto the hard length of him. Inch by inch she slid over him. She felt her insides stretching to accommodate him. He was so much bigger than Joseph.
“Oh baby, you’re tight. So hot, tight and wet. I want all the way in you,” Marco groaned beneath her.
His fingers dug into her hips as he continued to ease her down on him. In a matter of seconds she was sitting completely on him.
“I’m almost afraid to move,” she admitted.
Marco gave her an easy smile. “I’ll give you a chance to adjust to me.” He pulled her forward and pressed his lips against her own. Her tongue rolled against his. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands slid from her waist, cupping her butt and lifting her before lowering her back down onto him. Ava broke the kiss and stared into his eyes behind the darkness of his mask.
“I know what you want,” she whispered.
“Show me.”
Leaning forward so that his eyes were on level with her chest, she moved up and down the length of him, almost completely sliding off. The friction felt so good.
“Fuck yeah,” Marco groaned.
He pressed his face into the swells of her chest. A sense of empowerment overtook Ava. He was at her mercy and it was time to show him who was boss. Grabbing his shoulders, she sat upright and began to grind against him, and then up and down over the hard length of him. Marco’s hands dug into her hips as he forced her to increase the pace. In tandem, their joined bodies moved in a frenzied manner, each seeking their own release.
Ava’s sides were starting to hurt where Marco clutched her so tightly but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but finding her release. Gripping his shoulders even tighter she rode him harder and harder until her release claimed her. Her body constricted around him, milking him for all he was worth. She collapsed against him, no longer able to hold herself upright.
Marco grabbed her and pumped into her so fast she feared falling off his lap and then he was groaning his release out loud. His hand freed her hips and fell weakly to his sides. They stayed together that way, their pants filling the silence of the room. Ava shook as she tried to manage sitting upright. She stared down at Marco. She could see the faintest sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes watched her.
“Not bad,” he said. “Not bad at all.”
“Not bad. Do you know how long it’s been since I—” Ava caught herself. There was no reason to tell this man all of her business. He was a stranger. A stranger with a really big cock.
“It’s been a long time since you were with someone. I know. I can tell.”
“Then perhaps you could refrain from making comments like that,” Ava snapped.
“I was only teasing you. Didn’t want to boost your head by telling you that just might be the best I’ve ever had,” Marco said.
He hoisted Ava into his arms and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. Once there, he sat her on the bed and removed her shoes and dress. Then he turned back the covers and tucked her into bed naked.
“Stay,” she said.
“I intend to.”
Ava lay back and watched Marco as he undressed. She bit her lip when he stood before her nude, except for the mask. She was almost tempted to tell him to take it off. Almost. But no, she enjoyed the anonymity the masks offered them both.
But his body… Broad shoulders, muscled chest, tight abs. The man had been made to pleasure a woman. She turned back the covers inviting him into bed with her. The bed dipped beneath his weight as he climbed in next to her. Unable to help herself, she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. She could feel her wetness still on him. He said nothing. He simply lay there, arms above his head, letting her have her way. Soon it happened. He rose in her hand, hard and thick. Without a word, Marco rolled on top of her and thrust inside. Ava’s legs wrapped around him, eager to have him once again.