He traced a finger over her collarbone. ‘Yours is soft.’
She trembled and took a long breath. Her breasts lifted with the motion. He yearned to taste them, to take those pale pink nipples in his mouth and...
The painful tightening in his loins sucked the air from him.
Clara lay back down, greedily watching Marcelo shrug his shirt off and revelling at the darkening of his eyes as he watched her stretch her body. She’d never imagined her skin could be so sensitive to a touch or that someone’s touch could feed a need for more touches. She’d never imagined, either, that she could take such pleasure in looking at someone. If she were asked to select one man to be an example of masculine perfection, Marcelo would be top of a list of one.
His hands went to the band of his trousers and, his stare fixed tightly on her, undid it and pulled the zip down.
Jaw clenched, he pushed them along with his underwear down past his hips, releasing his erection. Clara’s eyes widened.
That made him smile wryly and, divesting himself of the last of his clothes, he laid beside her and stroked her cheek.
‘Remember, bella, you’re in control here. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We can stop right now.’
‘Marcelo...’ For once it was a struggle to speak the words in her head. ‘You make me feel all...’ She shook her head and palmed his cheek. ‘I’m not ready to stop.’
‘Anytime it gets too much for you, you tell me.’
‘I will but right now I think that if you don’t kiss me again I might have to kill you.’
Swallowing hard through his laughter, he bowed his head and kissed her.
Oh, but it was so hard and yet so tender and so, so addictive.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Clara scratched her nails into the soft bristles at the nape of his neck and closed her eyes as the sensory pleasure of Marcelo’s mouth and tongue winding with hers infused her.
She kept her eyes shut when his mouth moved from hers and gently kissed its way down her neck...heavens, that felt wonderful, and she would have cried her disappointment when he left her neck if he hadn’t cupped her breast at that moment and sent another gasp flying from her lips.
The first time he’d touched her breast the effect had been a surprising pleasure. This time the pleasure was heightened, and she became aware of heat bubbling deep within her. It had been building all the way back since their embrace hours ago, but now it was no longer some distant squirmy feel between her legs but a pulse beating hard, and when Marcelo’s mouth closed over the tip of her breast, the pulse tightened and she instinctively arched into his mouth and clasped his head.
She’d definitely found the door to heaven, she dimly thought as, kneeling between her legs, he lavished all his attention on the parts of her she’d been excited about when they’d first developed because she’d thought they automatically made her a woman but had then promptly became just another part of her with no more sensitivity than her little finger.
How wrong she had been. This was the headiest form of bliss she could have imagined.
What she loved as much as the wonderful things he was doing to her with his mouth and tongue and hands was the pleasure he was clearly taking from it too, and when he dipped down lower to kiss her belly, she thrilled at the scorch on her skin, thrilled at every little caress, until he kissed lower still and she suddenly realised where he was headed. Instinctively pressing the top of her thighs together, she gave a startled, ‘What are you doing?’
Marcelo stilled and squeezed his eyes shut before resting his chin on Clara’s beautifully rounded stomach.
She’d raised her head from the pillow. Her face was flushed and there was a dazed sheen he’d never seen in her eyes before.
‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asked huskily.
‘Yes... No... Were you going to kiss me there?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’
Oh, his beautiful, confident, supersonically brained and yet utterly naïve fiancée.
‘Bella, have you never brought yourself to orgasm before?’
Surprise flashed in her eyes. ‘No.’
In that moment he felt such a wave of tenderness for her that it engulfed his heart. ‘Then I want you to close your eyes and trust me when I say that kissing you there will give you nothing but pleasure.’
She still looked doubtful. ‘Really?’