34
The high moon lit up the ripples on the lake like a torch light and by the time they ambled back to the coach house, the sky was bursting with stars.
Lana shivered. The temperature had dropped to a cool breeze. She loved how Marcus instinctively nudged her closer to his side, guiding her back along the path.
He prepared penne al’arrabiata, taking charge in the kitchen like he did in the shower. She perched on a tall stool by the island with a large glass of red wine in her hand and a contented smile stretched across her cheeks.
As he worked, Marcus displayed a flow of expertise, executing the final dish to perfection.
The deep red Italian Merlot stained her bottom lip to a dark plum shade.
“I’ve been thinking,” she began. “Do you believe that things happen for a reason? I mean, perhaps I was born after your mother’s death so the universe could bring us together.”
His eyes flicked up and he stopped tossing the salad leaves. He stared at her for a second before speaking, “And what do you think the universe wants me to do with you?” The low sultry tone ignited a fire in her core.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She laughed quietly, holding the glass to her mouth. “It was just a silly thought.” She tipped the wine and took a sip.
Marcus moved around the island with slow, confident strides and rested his palm on her lower back. “Perhaps you’re right, Lana. The universe wants us to fuck, all day, every day. I want to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”
He spun her around and inched between her thighs. Tilting forward he brushed her lips with the pad of his thumb. The twinkling lights above reflected in his emerald eyes like sparkling sunlight on beads of morning dew.
Her lips parted and she held her breath. His sinful mouth melted into hers with a deep intensity that made her groan and sigh and shake. His palms slid under her pullover, drifting to the lacy bra.
The low growl in the back of his throat was followed by strong hands gripping the fabric and tugging the garment over her head. Her hair fell around her shoulders, framing her caged breasts and heaving chest. Leaning back, he inspected the view.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was deep, coaxing the hairs on her nape to prick.
Lana pushed into him and slid off the tall stool. She hurriedly unbuttoned her jeans before his wandering eyes and pulled them down to a heap at her ankles. “I should thank you for these, too.” She pouted, angling her hips.
She bent forward and toed free from her jeans. Instantly, Marcus lunged forward and ripped off her flimsy thong. His fingertips dug into her ass cheeks with violence and need, and his wicked tongue dragged over her skin.
She remained bent forward, with her head to the ground, her hands steadying her.
“Spread your legs, Lana,” he commanded.
Her heart was thumping in her chest. Between her legs, a blazing heat rushed to her clitoris. She needed him inside her again, but it was clear that his intention was to tease and torment.
Marcus was taking his time to play with her, to enjoy every inch of her skin before giving her what she needed most.
Dropping to his knees, he buried his face between her cheeks. Marcus ran his tongue up and down with hungry sweeps. It was thrilling and hot and better than anything she had felt before.
He commanded her body with know-how, with experience garnered from his dirty past. Slowly, he traced her perineum, making his way to her front and inserting his tongue.
As it dipped in and out, he palmed her ass cheeks wide, exposing her tight back passage further.
“Marcus, that feels so good.” She gulped back the pulse pounding in her throat. “I’ve never had anything in there before.”
The sweet pressure of his palms fell away, and his mouth retreated. He rose up to a stand, smoothing his hands over her prickled skin. “Stand up,” he ordered with a growl.
She pulled herself up, shaking and panting.
“Climb on to the kitchen island.” He tapped a clear space on the high surface. “I want to see your ass as you climb on, then stay on all fours.”
The tingling between her thighs intensified as she willingly carried out his orders, baring her exposed flesh to him. She teased with wide exaggerated movements that exhibited her wet folds.
Remaining on her knees with her ass in the air, she waited with hungry anticipation. The sensation of his lips heating a trail across her skin initiated a quiver, then out of nowhere he slapped the same spot, no doubt pinking her skin.
Lana shuddered and yelped, only to feel pleasurable silky warmth swirl over the tender spot. A flurry of prickles scattered over her scalp and she butted her ass into his face.