‘Trust me. But you need to switch your brain off, close your eyes and feel. Don’t think. Just feel.’
She stared at him a moment longer then rested her head back on the pillow. ‘I trust you.’
Dio, that declaration engulfed his heart even stronger.
Clara took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and thought that maybe she shouldn’t have skipped all the sex scenes on TV, and then she remembered that Marcelo had just told her not to think and—
She sucked in a breath as he gently parted her thighs and lowered himself further down the bed. The heat bubbling between her legs turned into a furnace as anticipation gripped her.
His tongue pressed into a spot that made her gasp and her eyes fly open.
What on earth...?
He pressed again at the same spot.
Oh...
Her thoughts turned into mush. And so did her body.
Closing her eyes, Clara sank into the unexpected but, oh, so incredible pleasure Marcelo was bestowing on her with his tongue, and when he moved a hand up to her waist, she grabbed hold of it and threaded her fingers tightly in his.
His tongue moved over and over the pulsating spot...and she moved with it, instinctively arching herself into his steadily rhythmic tongue to deepen the pleasure.
This was incredible. Oh, good heavens, she was on fire. The flames were suffusing her, throbbing and pulsing, building into something she could feel herself edging closer and closer to. Moans and gasps rang distantly in her ears... Her moans. Her gasps.
It was Marcelo’s groan that sent her spiralling over the edge, and she cried out as spasms of unrelenting pleasure flooded her with a force that sent white light flickering behind her eyes and sent Clara soaring to paradise.
By the time the earth reclaimed her and she blinked her eyes open, Marcelo had climbed up her body. His gorgeous face hovered over hers. She’d never seen such wonder in his stare before. Or such unadulterated desire.
Her heart bloomed in gratitude for the unselfish pleasure he had just lavished on her, and she hooked an arm around his neck and lifted her head to kiss him, the shock of the musky taste on his tongue and the distant knowledge the taste was her diminishing as the flames deep inside her rekindled with fresh arousal. When she felt the stab of his erection against her inner thigh she was suddenly consumed with the need to feel him where the flames burned deepest. Inside her.
‘Please,’ she moaned, raining kisses over his face and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and arching herself into him and trying to draw him into her. ‘Please. I want this.’
Marcelo had no idea how he’d held on as long as he had.
Never in his life had he experienced as heady and erotic an experience as he had bringing Clara to orgasm with his tongue. Never had he known someone so responsive to his touch. And never had he been so responsive to another’s touch. He was already close to coming himself and he’d had no gratification. Not of the physical kind.
There was a fever in his skin, his blood, his bones, all burning for her. The urge to give her what she was pleading for, to thrust himself into her slick heat...
In that moment he would gladly have a child with this woman if it meant he could be inside her bare and feel every single part of their lovemaking without barrier.
Cupping her face, he kissed her hard, then pulled at her plump bottom lip with his teeth.
‘Protection,’ was all he could growl, and groped for his bedside table and the condoms in his top drawer.
Snatching the closest to hand, he ripped into the foil with his teeth and, still nestled between Clara’s legs, twisted onto his side and deftly sheathed himself.
No sooner had he protected them than Clara’s hungry, passionate mouth found his and she pulled him fully back on top of her, wrapping her arms around him as their tongues danced another heady duel and Marcelo positioned himself right where they both so desperately wanted him to be.
With Clara urging him on with her body and those soft moans that went straight to his loins, he gritted his teeth and inched his way slowly inside her, grasping at the last of his consciousness to remind himself that she was a virgin and...
She arched her bottom and thrust right back so they were fully fused together.
Wide, shocked eyes locked on his. A thump of dread that he’d hurt her spread through his chest.
Before he could get the breath to ask if she was hurt, a wide smile of wonder lit her face and then her hot mouth was back on his and she was pressing every inch of her flesh into his flesh as if trying to fuse their skin together too.
That was the moment Marcelo lost himself completely.
Clara had never imagined it could be like this. This, making love with Marcelo, the feel of him inside her, the fusion of their bodies, the heat of his damp skin moving over her as he thrust in and out of her wildly, hands scrambling for flesh to hold onto, mouths biting...it was the most heavenly, thrilling feeling on this entire earth.
She didn’t want it to end. She wanted this moment and all these beautiful sensations to last for ever. But she could no more stop the swell of release from building than she could stop the tides from turning, and when the spasms flooded through her, she clung desperately to him, crying out his name, holding onto the ecstasy for as long as she could, holding onto the thrills wracking her as Marcelo shouted out her name and bucked into her one last glorious time.