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He lowered behind her, his hands still touching and grazing her skin in an almost reverential caress. He peeled her thong down her hips, and she held her breath. She was completely naked now, and he was behind her. She had no idea what he planned to do next.
Shock, when he pressed his face to the crack of her ass and let out a low groan that echoed in her loins. He squeezed her cheeks and flicked his tongue along the fleshy part of her butt. She was panting now, barely able to stand as her knees practically knocked together in a struggle to support her.
He pushed her against the mattress and she fell forward with her ass in the air. Bruno’s hand glided over her bottom, and she moaned into the sheets, moving her hips against the sensual caressing of his hands. She felt as if he were priming her, feeding her an appetizer before the main course.
Marissa pushed back against him, grinding her ass against the hard dick in his pants, and a shiver of excitement ran through her when she felt his length and the width of his thickness.
“This will come later, but I want you to turn around. I want to suck those pretty breasts.”
His hands on her body were slow and sensual, yet with a firmness that let her know he was in charge. He would control the direction of their lovemaking.
Marissa twisted onto her back, and lowering over her, he wrapped his lips around her left nipple. At the same time, he slid a hand between her thighs. A whimper left her throat, and she spread her legs wider to give him better access. Massaging her wet folds, he let his fingers pluck and stroke her rigid clit.
She arched deeper, head swimming from the intense pleasure of his mouth and hand. When he transferred his attention to the other breast, she clawed his bare shoulders.
“Yes, yes,” she whispered.
He inserted two thick fingers into her body and stroked in and out. She came almost instantly, her limbs trembling, a guttural cry tearing from her throat as she shuddered through the orgasm.
Bruno stood and looked down at her—tall, dominant, completely in control. “One.”
He unzipped his pants and pushed it and his underwear to the floor. She was rewarded by the sight of his insanely beautiful body and the size of his erection. Her mouth opened in surprise. When she had backed up against him, she hadn’t understood the extent of its thickness and length. At her reaction, a smug expression of amusement centered on his face.
Bruno lifted her and walked around to the side of the bed. Their mouths reattached, and they fell onto the mattress. They rolled on the soft sheets, arms intertwined, their hands exploring glorious amounts of exposed skin.
Marissa had only been with one other man, but she didn’t feel shy or uneasy. She felt like a goddess and knew no bounds with Bruno.
He kissed her inner thighs and then licked his way to the center of her. And when he gripped her hips and pulled her toward his head, her hands clamped down on the headboard. She sat on his face while his velvety lips kissed her damp skin and his tongue wreaked havoc on her glistening folds. Head tossed back, her fingers tight on the headboard, she let out a hoarse cry, succumbing to the pleasure that ripped through her body.
Her brain shut down. She couldn’t think. All she managed to do was whisper his name in a breathless croon, over and over and over again. “Bruno, Bruno, Bruno.”
“Two,” he whispered against her throat.
He was counting her orgasms. My goodness, how many would he give her tonight?
She didn’t have time to recover before their exploration of each other continued. He kissed his way down the middle of her chest, and she caressed his arms and shoulders, and his thick muscular thighs.
When she stroked his silky stiffness, he pulsed in her hand. Then she teased him with her mouth, dragging her tongue along his veined length, tasting his salty skin while simultaneously playing with his balls. She launched a full exploration with open-mouthed kisses on his throat, down his torso, and along his hair-sprinkled thighs.
Their lovemaking became more urgent. God, he was good. His touch was deliberate, his kisses electric. He made her lose control until she was wild and ravenous and writhing against him.
His hands gripped her hips and caressed her breasts, and his mouth sucked and kissed anywhere he pleased—over the quivering plane of her stomach and as low as the soles of her feet.
He stopped only for a moment to get protection and then he pressed her onto her back, and her stomach tensed. One hair-roughened thigh slid between hers and finally she experienced the most pleasurable invasion. He sank deeper, and she drew a harsh breath when his pelvis rocked against hers.
His heavy-lidded eyes locked on her eyes. He pulled out and eased back in, gritting his teeth. But Marissa didn’t want slow.
“Harder, faster,” she whispered.
And he obliged.
He pumped into her with the vigor of a mad bull, his butt flexing under the grip of her hands. She’d never known such excruciating pleasure. Each thrust of his hips elicited a deep-seated grunt from his throat and a sharp cry of pleasure from her lips.
She dug her heels into his back, right above his ass, hands moving roughly over everywhere she could reach, exploring the satiny texture of his back and shoulders.
Then she splintered. Her back arched as tension tore up her spine and exploded into a climactic volcano that had her shaking below him, the relentless march of orgasmic tremors consuming every atom in her body.
Bruno’s shaft jerked inside her and he shuddered with a groan that seemed torn from him, his fingers gripping the pillow under her head as he pumped his hips through his climactic release.
