This was what she wanted, Lily acknowledged triumphantly as her body answered the demand of the sexually explicit rhythm Marco was driving into her with the possessive heat of his mouth. Deep within her that same rhythm was pulsing its own growing need, telling her to wrap her legs around him and draw him down against her body.
His need to possess her, to claim her and fill her, had become an insistent drumbeat inside his body, but Marco knew that he could not give in to it. Not yet. Not until he had given Lily all the pleasure she deserved.
It was hard for him to go slowly and give her the time he thought she needed as he kissed his way down over her quivering stomach, following the path already taken by his hand which was now covering her sex. He stroked the soft mound with the pad of his thumb, and then when she gasped and moaned his name carefully caressed apart the neatly folded lips covering the swollen wet heat of her sex whilst he kissed the inner flesh of her thigh. He felt the shocked tremors of delight that ran through her.
Lily gasped in raw, agonised ecstasy. She couldn’t bear it. She could not bear any more of the pleasure that was shooting through her in fiery waves, driving her higher and higher with every erotic touch of Marco’s fingers and then his tongue-tip against the eager point of her desire. But even as she cried out her protest the dam broke, sending a series of pulsing quivers of release cascading over her.
Held fast in Marco’s arms, Lily clung to him as the last surges of pleasure filled her. Her voice thick and soft with emotion, she whispered her gratitude to him. ‘It was wonderful—everything I hoped for and more.’
Smoothing the damp hair back off her face, Marco smiled. ‘That was just the beginning.’ He loved her so much. Would always love her, he knew.
He kissed her slowly and deeply, taking time to rebuild her need until he was sure that her desire matched his own. Then he entered her slowly, carefully but firmly, stopping when he felt the shudder jolting through her.
But Lily shook her head and begged him fiercely, ‘Don’t stop. Please don’t stop now, Marco. I want you so much. I want this so much.’ She moved her body against his, gasping with pleasure when he responded, and she felt herself tightening around him, taking him, claiming him. The headiness of her own sense of wonder and triumph dazed her senses and filled her with erotic excitement.
She was all and everything he had been born for, Marco thought as he drove deeper and deeper into her, knowing she was moving with him, knowing that this time their journey was one they were sharing. Their discovery that their desire for one another, like their pleasure in one another, had no limits was a shared knowledge that had them exchanging kisses and touches and murmured words of praise and arousal until Marco felt his body tighten and surge and knew that he couldn’t hold back. But even as the first pulse of his orgasm overtook him he felt Lily’s flesh tighten round him, her cry of orgasmic relief mingling with his own.
Marco was still holding her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Hot tears scalded Lily’s eyes. She had thought that knowing him like this would make her feel better, but instead it had made her feel worse. The tears spilled down onto her cheeks.
‘You’re crying. Why …?’
‘Because I love you.’
The words had escaped before she could stop them, and now Marco was looking down at her, his own expression unreadable.
‘I’m sorry,’ she apologised. ‘I know you don’t want to hear that. I never meant to say it.’
Marco was holding her even more tightly, and his voice against her ear was raw with emotion as he murmured, ‘You’re wrong. I do want to hear it. There’s nothing I’ve wanted to hear more than that my love for you is returned.’
Lily pulled back so that she could look into his eyes. What she could see in them told its own story, but still she had to whisper, ‘You love me?’
And then she gasped with joy when Marco whispered back, between fiercely passionate kisses, ‘Yes, yes—yes a thousand times. I love you and I always will. Lily, you’ve freed me from the prison I’d built round myself. You’ve shown me, taught me to trust in my emotions as well as to trust you. You’ve made me complete. You’ve healed me and made me whole. I love you for all those reasons, but more than that I love you because I cannot do anything else but love you. You stole my heart the first time I saw you, even though I didn’t know it then. I fought against loving you. I tried to deny what was happening to me. I told myself that I would be a fool to let myself be controlled by my feelings. I told myself that I couldn’t trust you.’