Chapter 8
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Need pulsed through Marco as they stood, motionless, staring at one another through the glass. Beyond their reflections, the moon shimmered off the swells of the black water. He was reminded of an old saying about not being able to catch the ocean waves as they broke on the beach. There was one thing in the room that was more stunning than the sea and had, in his life, proved ten times as elusive—Sydney.
He moved an inch closer to her and heard her breath catch. It was a small sound, but it shot straight to his already throbbing groin. He knew that she must be feeling something too because her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, causing the swell of her breasts to push against the neckline of her dress.
He tilted his head forward and his labored breaths moved the silky hair that hung down over her neck. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” her permission came on a soft exhale.
He lifted his hands and rested them on her hips. She trembled under his touch and a jolt went through him at having that effect on her. His slight touch sent thrills racing over the surface of her skin and that gave him a rush.
“Marco,” she whispered, her voice stretched as thin and tight as a rubber band about to snap. “Are you sure we should do this?”
Yes! His dick screamed as it pulsed heavily beneath its zippered jail.
Ignoring his painful erection, he opened up to her in a way that he never had before. “Look, I’m not going to lie, I want you so bad I can barely see straight. I’ve wanted you for so long, and the thought of being with you is more than my wildest dream come true. I want to touch you, to kiss you. I want to touch and kiss every inch of your bare skin and feel it against mine. I want to hear the sounds you make as I push deep inside of you and make love to you until the sun comes up.”
Her lips parted, and even through the glass, he could see that a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
He tried not to let her reaction get him off track and focused on what was really important as he continued, “But even more than I want that, I just want to be around you. I’ve missed you. More than I think I even admitted to myself and I don’t want our time together to be over. I want to be with you. If that means that we sit on opposite sides of the room and watch TV, that’s fine. If that means we go for a walk on the beach and just talk, great. If that means going to the Sunset Diner so you can have fries and dip them in a chocolate shake, I’m in.”
A smile curved on her lips. “I can’t remember the last time I did that.”
It wouldn’t be his first choice, but like he said, as long as he was with her, he would be happy. “Do you want to go to the diner?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Do you want to walk on the beach?” he asked.
“No.”
“Do you want to watch TV?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to touch you?” he murmured huskily.
She leaned back almost imperceptibly, but he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to kiss you?” His voice grew hoarser with each question he asked.
“Yes.”
His fingers tightened on her hips. “Do you want to feel my skin against yours, with no barriers between us?”
“Yes.” Her answers were now coming in pants of labored breaths.
“Do you want me inside of you?”
Her eyes flared with desire. “Yes.”
“Then yes, I’m sure we should do this.” With that declaration, he reached up and swept her soft, silky hair aside. He took a moment to admire her long, graceful neck and then peppered soft kisses down the length of it. She tasted so good. Her skin was so supple and warm under his lips.
Blood rushed through his veins and he tightened his grip on her hips as he deepened the kisses on her neck.
She moaned and pressed herself completely back against him. Her shoulders against his chest, her back against his abs. Her ass against his dick.
Fuck.
It was almost too much to take. Going slow was going to be tough. He wanted to grab her, spin her around, strip her down, throw her down on the bed and take her. Claim her as his.
From the noises she was making and the way she was grinding against him, he was pretty sure she would be down with that plan.
But, damn. This was the culmination of feelings that had been simmering inside of him since he was eleven, and he was going to go slow, even if it killed him.
He was going to savor every touch, every lick, every moan, every kiss. This would be a night neither of them would forget for a long time.
As his lips sucked and kissed her neck, his hands grazed up the sides of her waist. His thumbs met at her spine, then followed her zipper up until they reached the top. Slowly, he slid the metal tab down and his knuckles grazed her skin as it was revealed.
His dick jumped when he saw that she was not wearing a bra. Unrestrained need surged through him as he lifted his hands and moved his fingers along the soft skin of her shoulders, pushing the straps of her dress down her arms. She slid her hands out of them and the material fell below her waist.
She stood topless, facing the glass.
He drank in her reflection, pausing at the incomparable sight of her breasts. God, he had dreamed of seeing her body for so long. If you added up all the hours he’d spent fantasizing about her, it would easily equate to weeks, months, maybe even years of his life. But nothing he’d ever imagined could compare to what he saw standing before him at that moment.
Her skin was so creamy that she looked more like a china doll in the diffused moonlight spilling through the window than a real, flawed human being. His eyes traveled over her round, full breasts, resting so beautifully against her body. His mouth watered as he visually traced the dark pink outline of her perky nipples that stood at the tips of those perfectly formed mounds.
Every single descriptor fell so far short of capturing the wonder of what was displayed in front of him. It was the culmination of a lifetime of dreaming, and unlike so many other things in life, the reality far surpassed the fantasy.
He moved his hands up and let his fingers graze over her ribs, holding back and forcing his touch to remain featherlight. He felt goose bumps pop up in the wake of his touch and a rush of adrenaline flooded his body at the sensation.
When his hands reached the sloped curve of her flesh, he covered her breasts and sucked in a harsh breath as the heavy weight filled his grasp. Her nipples hardened beneath his palms as he gently massaged her flesh.
His eyes bounced back and forth between his large, tanned hands working her pale mounds and her face as she watched the same thing. Her eyes were trained on the erotic image of them in the glass. Arousal flooded through him and his heart was pounding like a mallet hitting a gong.
Even though the beach below was deserted, there was a voyeuristic component to what they were doing. It added an extra edge of the forbidden that heightened the experience. Not that it needed heightening.
The harder and more pebbled her nubs grew beneath his touch, the more his mouth watered with the desire to taste her. When the urgency built so that he couldn’t wait for even a second longer, he spun her around and pressed her back against the window.
Her golden-brown eyes widened and she sucked in a startled gasp as he lifted her hands above her head and held them in place with one of his.
A groan rumbled low in his throat when the position caused her chest to heave upward. Not wasting another second, he dipped his head and took first one hard nipple, and then the other in his mouth. His free hand quickly joined the party and cupped her breast, making it all that much easier for him to suck into his hot, hungry mouth.
“This feels…your tongue feels even better than I thought it would,” She mumbled as her head fell back and her eyes squeezed shut.
Sydney’s wrists tugged against his hold, and he tightened his grip. She arched her back with pleasure as he fed on her. His tongue swirled around and around each nipple. He showed equal attention to both as he traced the outlines before closing his lips around her areolas and sucking her hard nubs, nipping them between his teeth.
After spending ample time devouring her breasts, he released her wrists and straightened up. She lifted her head from where it had been resting against the glass as her heavy eyelids opened. His hands moved to cup her face, studying her and looking straight into her eyes when the realization hit him that he still hadn’t kissed her.
All these years and his lips had never touched hers.
With slow, measured movements, he lowered his mouth, stopping just as his lips hovered above hers. Slowly, he brushed his lips against hers. Back and forth, grazing, teasing her. When her lips parted, he ran his tongue from one corner of her mouth to the other, tasting the soft fullness of her mouth for the first time. He made several passes before he pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.
They both stilled, and he let the significance of their intimacy sink in. She lifted on her tiptoes, threw her arms around his neck, and pulled him to her. His thumbs ran along her jawline as he softly kissed her with a gentle authority. He set the pace. No matter how much burning desire raged in him, he kept the kiss slow and drugging. Exploratory and thoughtful.
After a few minutes of delicious torture, she let out a moan, either from pleasure or protest, and bit his lower lip. The sharp pain shot down to his pulsing erection. He hesitated for a split second before crushing his lips to hers and kissing her with eighteen years of pent-up passion.
His lips moved furiously against hers, and he thrust his tongue into her sweet mouth, exploring every corner. Her tongue pressed back against his in an erotic contest of wills, a kind of passion-fueled dance that they both somehow instinctively knew the choreography for.
Lowering his arms, he wrapped her in them as they kissed. And kissed. And kissed. His arms tightened around her as her body writhed against his. And like she had just expressed, it felt so much better than he’d ever imagined it would.
The crazy thing about his fantasies where Sydney was concerned was half of them were just about holding her. About how sweet it would feel to have her in his arms, pulled tight against him as he protected her from the world with his face buried in her soft hair as she nuzzled against his neck.
She broke their kiss and started pulling his shirt from his pants. “I want you naked.”
He’d definitely fantasized about hearing that, too.
“You first.” He stepped back and pushed her dress the rest of the way down her hips and legs. It pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it, kicking it to the side with her heel.
He stood, his eyes traveling slowly up her shapely legs as he did.
When he reached her hips, his eyes widened. “You went commando,” he observed, his voice raw and raspy.
She smiled up at him and ran her fingers through his hair. “Had to. Panty lines.”
He gave her a wicked grin and trailed his fingers up the inside of her thigh, enjoying the way her muscles trembled at his touch. “Are you sure that was the reason? Or was it because you thought you might see me here?” His voice dropped to a low whisper as he teased, “And you hoped something like this might happen?”
She gave a breathy chuckle and tilted her head back. “I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.”
He slipped his arms underneath her knees and her back, scooping her up as he straightened himself.
He carried her over to the plush, king-size bed and laid her gently down, kissing her all the while. He never wanted to stop kissing her.
He began taking off his clothes but was struck by the sight of her and stood still for a moment, mesmerized. She was stunning. The view of her naked body, her skin glowing against the stark white linens, was arresting. All that was left on her were her black, strappy stiletto heels. She was a living, breathing schoolboy’s fantasy.
Literally. She was his fantasy from all the way back when he was a schoolboy, and now she was right in front of him, in the (very naked) flesh.
He took a deep breath and snapped back to himself. He undressed, his eyes never leaving her, pausing only to pull a condom out of his wallet and set it on the nightstand. She slipped her heels off as he did, and as much as he hated to see them go, he understood it might be dangerous to leave them on.
When he was naked, he climbed onto the bed, settling in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her to him. They started to kiss again, and his hands explored every inch of her flesh. He ran them up and down her back, trailed his fingers over her limbs, and tangled his fists in her hair.
Through all of that, he got more and more turned on. His erection was throbbing now, so engorged that he felt like it might explode from the friction of rubbing against her bare skin. The pressure verged on pain, but he wouldn’t have traded it for anything. He knew that with this kind of buildup, the release was going to be worth every minute of discomfort.
He moved his palm up the inside of her thigh, tremors exploding under his touch. She writhed uncontrollably as his hand drew closer to the V between her legs.
He growled as the heat emanating from that same spot engulfed his hand, letting him know how close he was getting to her sweet center.
His fingers traced the shape of her lips, which were wet and slick with her juices. He moved them up and down, up and down, again and again in a steady rhythm, pressing in just a little bit deeper with each new pass.
There were so many different sensations flooding his brain—sights, aromas, tastes—that it was difficult for him to separate them. They all blended into one giant swirl of pleasure that was fast overtaking him.
The pressure inside him built steadily, urging him on to greater speed and more intense movements. He used his tongue to trace light patterns on her chest and neck as he plunged two fingers deep inside of her. He moved those fingers against her inner wall, stimulating her G-spot, as he rotated his thumb in tiny circles over her hard button in the same rhythm.
He could tell that she was getting close to exploding as her movements grew ever more frantic and her moans became even more high-pitched and desperate.
Her hips pressed against his hand in the same rhythm that he was moving until they were almost like one organism; like two well-oiled parts of an extremely efficient machine, working toward one common goal.
That goal was to bring her pleasure, and if the way her body was moving and the sounds she was making were any indication, that goal was well on its way to being met.
“Oh, oh, oh, yes!” she cried out, and all of a sudden, her walls clamped down on the two fingers that were inside of her with such strength and ferocity that he thought he might have to withdraw them—but he held firm.
He continued to stroke her as she bucked against him, using every movement at his disposal to draw out as much pleasure as he could.
He had no idea what the future held. If it were up to him, this wouldn’t be the one and only night they ever had together, but if that’s what this was, then he was going to make sure it was one hell of a night.