Chapter Thirteen
Rolling over, she reached for the space beside her and found it empty. She stretched and winced. Her legs were sore as was the place between them. Obviously it had been a lot longer than she thought.
She sat up and looked around. Her room was quiet. It appeared that she was alone. Good. She needed a breather after the night she’d just experienced. Marco took stamina to a whole new level. She’d lost count of all the ways he’d flipped and turned her body as he sought to please her. Honestly, she probably could be fine without sex the rest of their time on the yacht, but there was no reason to waste a good thing. Which brought her back to wondering where Marco was.
She pushed back the black comforter and jerked the black sheet around her waist. As she did, a piece of paper fluttered beside her. Ava picked it up.
My insatiable temptress,
As much as I enjoyed watching you sleep, the temptation to wake you and begin again was too strong so for a few hours I am letting you rest, but be assured that I will return and be ready to pick up right where we left off.
Marco
Trying to ignore her new aches and pains, she pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her. Getting up, she surveyed the room. For the first time she noticed a small closet. Walking over to it, she opened it and found her suitcase and carry-on bag.
She pulled her luggage from the closet and placed it on the bed. Well at least I can have a break without that mask on. Ava didn’t know what the other women on the boat were planning on doing the rest of this weekend, but she had made sure to have a new mask to wear each day. No reason to let her identity be discovered if she didn’t have to. Rummaging through her suitcase, she picked out a red one-shouldered dress that belted at the waist, emphasizing her figure. A pair of red stilettos would complete the ensemble. A black demi-cup bra with no straps and a thong would go under her dress just in case Marco was ready to go another round. But then again, maybe she was overestimating her allure. Maybe he’d had his fill and was done, but she certainly hoped not and if so she needed to be ready.
And that meant she had to get a move on, getting showered and dressed before he came back. Grabbing the travel bag holding her toiletries and clothes, she went into the bathroom. Turning on the light, she was pleasantly surprised. She’d been expecting a small tub with a shower curtain around it. Instead she was staring at an opulent shower, large enough for two people to bathe in comfortably. A long hot shower would soon be completely in order, but first she had to do something about the smeared makeup on her face. Ava hummed to herself as she cleaned her face. She couldn’t believe she was humming. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d hummed.
If getting sex was going to put her in such a good mood, then she might need to think about having it a little more often. Besides the soreness, she actually felt pretty wonderful. Face clean, she quickly brushed her teeth and turned on the shower. She couldn’t wait to climb inside and let the hot water soothe her aching body. Grabbing a towel from the rack, she put down her toothbrush and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She’d worry about what to do with the wild mess that was her hair when she got out. Her once-gorgeous curls were all mussed and she had a case of “bedhead.”
Ava picked up the soap and smelled it. A fresh, citrus scent greeted her nose. She set about lathering and washing her body. When she was done, she leaned her head against the tiled wall and let the hot water run down her body. It felt so nice. Her eyes closed.
“Look at my little wanton waiting in the shower.”
Ava’s head snapped up, but she didn’t turn around. Crap. Crap. She cleared her throat. “Marco, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I’m sure you didn’t.”
Ava’s ears strained to hear what he was doing. She wanted to turn around so badly, but she couldn’t. Not bare faced, with no mask and a case of “bedhead.”
“I thought I’d have a little more time before you came back to make myself presentable.”
“You’re presentable now. Nothing like a naked woman in the shower.”
Ava smiled. “Be that as it may, I’d really prefer if you gave me some time to get dressed.”
“I don’t think I’m going to do that.”
Ava heard the rustle of a belt buckle. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I’m not going anywhere,” Marco said from behind her.
“If I recall correctly, this weekend is supposed to be about what I want and right now I want you to leave,” Ava said.
“Right now, this is about what I want and I want you. Naked. Vulnerable.”
“But I—”
Ava’s protest was cut off as arms slid around her waist and a warm, male body was pressed against her backside. Marco’s erection rose up against her. She closed her eyes, when his lips kissed the back of her neck. Her nipples tightened when she felt his tongue lick the spot he’d just kissed.
“Now aren’t you glad I didn’t let you send me away?” he asked.
“No.”
“Liar.”
The hand around her waist slid up to cup her breast, while Marco’s other hand moved insistently between her legs.
“I’m not—”
“You’re not what? You’re not ready for me? Don’t say that. I know you are.”
Ava whimpered as two of Marco’s fingers sank inside her. She could feel her own wetness as he stroked her. Unashamed, she spread her legs further apart, to give him better access. Her body tingled as his fingers worked their magic, slowly stoking the fire that she thought had burned out.
The hand at her breast lifted and squeezed the heavy globe, before he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel sparks of pleasure racing from her breast down between her legs. She pressed herself closer into his talented hands.
“Still think you’re not ready?” he asked.
“No.”
“Do you want me?”
Ava gritted her teeth. She didn’t say anything. She was in control. Her. Not him. A third finger joined the other two already inside her, stretching her open a little wider for him. He pinched her nipple.
“Say it.”
His voice was in her ear. She could feel the rumble of his words, but still she didn’t say anything.
“Fine. Looks like I’m going to have to show you who’s in charge,” Marco rasped.
His fingers withdrew from her and then she was slammed against the wall. Her breasts were pressed against the cold tile. The humidity from the hot water surrounded her and then he was there thrusting into her. It hurt a little. He was thick and pulsing inside her, stretching her again. Eagerly she pressed back against him. His hand squeezed her waist tight. In and out he pumped into her. The sounds of his flesh slapping against hers, the steady stream of water flowing over them made her insides throb as he made love to her.
“I love being with you like this,” Marco told her.
“I like it too,” Ava finally admitted.
“I know you did, baby. How about showing me just how much?”
Ava lifted herself away from the wall of the shower and met him thrust for thrust, slamming back into him every time he entered her. She cried out as he buried himself to the hilt inside her and moved from side to side.
“Do that again. Please do that again,” Ava begged.
Marco obliged, moving from side to side. Ava’s body trembled as the head of his penis hit that secret bundle of nerves inside her. The orgasm overtook her like a tsunami sweeping aside a sailboat.
She rose up on her tiptoes before the waves of pleasure forced her to bend over. Marco’s hands locked on her breast, holding her tight against him as he quickly thrust into her faster and faster. She felt herself open wider than she ever had before and with one final thrust, he was yelling his release in the shower. Breathing heavily, they stood together still joined as the once-hot water sprayed over them lukewarm.