34. Just Do It Already
CHAPTER 34
JUST DO IT ALREADY
J ia
Marco looms over me, still completely naked, that Chinese dragon glistening across his muscled torso and fire blazing in those mismatched irises.
No. No. No. This was not the plan. The hand job was bad enough, but this is crossing a whole other line. I can’t even explain what came over me this morning. It was pity, that had to have been it. And maybe the best night of sleep I’ve had in forever. Since the wedding, I’ve been plagued by nightmares and somehow, snuggled in Marco’s embrace, I finally slept in peace.
“My wound,” I blurt. Because that’s the reason we shouldn’t have sex. Ha ! How about the other thousand reasons this is so wrong?
“Relax, spitfire. I’m not going to fuck you. Well, at least not with my cock.” He slides his tongue across his bottom lip, and a blazing inferno lights up between my legs. Speaking of hard up, how long has it been since I’ve had a release? I may be a virgin, but I still have a vibrator and know how to use it. With all the drama lately, I haven’t had a minute to tend to my own needs. His nostrils flare, and lust pulses through my core. “I just want to taste that sweet pussy.”
Before I can spit out my rebuttal, his hands close around my knees and pry them open. His fingers glide up my thighs and goosebumps explode across my flesh.
“Marco,” I grit out.
“It’s just tit for tat, Jia, relax. Like you said, it doesn’t have to mean anything, right?” His eyes sear into mine, and my breath hitches. “I just want to give my new wife a little pleasure. It won’t change anything. You can continue to hate me, and we can keep living our separate lives… but maybe, we can give into occasional moments like these, too.” His hopeful gaze is almost too much to bear. Also, damn, do I want this. “What do you say?”
“Okay.” The word spills out without my approval.
His gaze turns feral as his head disappears beneath the floral print of my sundress. I squeeze my eyes closed as his fingers dance up to the waistband of my panties. He slides the lace down my thighs, and anticipation tightens my core.
I should have been drunk for this, or at least a little tipsy. I’m much too aware of every touch, every sensation. Marco’s warm breath against my inner thigh, the coarse hair on his leg brushing my knee, but mostly those devastating lips blazing a trail toward my now exposed pussy.
“Mmm, spitfire, I’ve been dreaming about this sweetness since the day I saw you through the window of your boutique all those weeks ago.”
“What? When?”
His warm tongue lavishes my inner thigh, and every nerve springs to attention. “Doesn’t matter,” he murmurs against my skin.
My back arches at the gentle vibrations of his words, the anticipation of that tongue driving me to the point of insanity. Even the slight ache from the wound beneath my breastbone doesn’t take away from the blossoming pleasure. He continues to tease, licking and nibbling the sensitive skin only millimeters away from my throbbing center.
“Oh, for the love of all things, just do it already!” The command bursts from my lips and my eyes snap open, heat racing across my cheeks.
Marco’s head pops up from between my legs, a devilish grin plastered across that unfairly handsome face. “All you had to do was ask, spitfire.” He dives back down, like a man on a mission, and that sharp, wet tongue finally lavishes my center.
An embarrassing moan spills out and my eyes close again, hoping to somehow hide from the mortification. A chuckle vibrates against my folds, the warm sound reaching all the way to my spine and sending a tremor tumbling through. His tongue finds my clit, and my hips buck.
Oh, my…
I clench my teeth to keep from mewling like a cat in heat.
That tongue circles, each pass more devastating than the last. I’m strung up so tight I’m a second from exploding. Fiery energy builds, a blazing inferno on the point of combustion.
Marco’s head pops up again, and I nearly mutter a curse at the sudden lack of his tongue. I was so damned close. My arousal glistens on his chin, matching the luster in his eyes. He drags his tongue across his bottom lip and savors me . “I must have done something right in this life to have been rewarded with a wife whose pussy tastes like heaven.” His smile is downright sinful, and it’s enough to push me over the edge alone.
“Just stop talking and keep going,” I rasp out.
His head falls back and a laugh roars out. It’s deep and genuine and sends my heart staggering. When the laughter finally falls away, he pins those mesmerizing eyes to mine and grins. “You feel okay? Nothing hurts?”
I slowly shake my head. For the first time in a week, I haven’t thought about the shooting or my wound.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“It’s not bad…”
“Liar.” With his eyes still fixed to mine, he slips a finger inside me and I’m so wet, he glides right in. “Damn, you’re so tight, wifey.”
The sudden intrusion is so unexpected, a squeal escapes. Then he starts to move, pumping in and out of me, and my hips take up the tantalizing rhythm. His thumb finds my clit as his finger continues to thrust, and again, that rush of heat consumes me.
“Eyes on me, spitfire. I want you to remember exactly who gave you the best orgasm of your life without even using my cock.”
My breath hitches. I’m a writhing, wriggling mess, the intensity of his gaze only heightening the desperate tangle of sensations.
He glides a second finger inside, and the feeling of utter fullness nearly sends me plummeting over the edge. “We have to get you ready for me, spitfire.”
My eyes widen as I regard him, genuine fear lancing through my chest. Now that I’ve had a front row view of his cock, I’m not certain he’s the best option considering my virginal status. I must tense up because his cocky smile falters.
“Relax, it’s not going to happen today—but trust me when I say it will happen. And not only because we should consummate the marriage.” His eyes smolder as they regard me. “But because you are my wife, and I will claim every inch of you once you’re ready.”
With his thumb still teasing my clit, those fingers pumping in and out, and my orgasm looming closer, I simply bob my head. Because the truth is, I want him. I want my infuriating, philandering, arrogant husband to be my first. Possibly my only.
As if the silent admission frees something inside me, the fire blossoms and my fingers dig into the silky sheets as raging energy rushes my veins.
“Come for me, Jia. Me and only me.”
The orgasm tears through me with the force of a wild tempest, igniting every nerve and setting my senses ablaze with an intoxicating rush of euphoria. My eyes close at the rush of sensations but Marco’s reprimand snaps them open again.
“I said eyes on me, spitfire.” His irises are two pits of smoldering heat, one the most brilliant blue and the other the darkest midnight.
I do as I’m told because apparently, I become mindless in the midst of an amazing orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, the vibrations encompassing my mind and body. I’ve never felt anything like this. Clearly, I’ve been missing out. The handful of guys I hooked up with in college did not know there way around a clit. But my new husband…
Another thrill skates up my spine as my gaze deviates from his and drops to the once again erect, enormous veiny beast between his legs.
My head falls back against the pillow as the final tremors fall away. I suck in a deep breath, refilling my lungs. That orgasm has literally stolen all the air away.
A smug grin curls Marco’s lips as he crawls up the bed beside me. “Tell the truth, spitfire, was it the best you’ve ever had?”
Like I’d ever give him the satisfaction. “It was fine.”
Another wild roar of laughter bursts free. “Right…” He brings his finger up between us and pops it into his mouth. His tongue swirls around his thick digit before his cheeks hollow as he sucks. “Mmm, I could get used to this sweetness. ”
Oh. My. God.
I’ve never been with a man who speaks like this.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?”
My lips pucker as he offers me his middle finger. The one which was just buried deep inside me. “No, thank you.”
“You’re missing out, spitfire. You taste like spiced honey, a hint of fire with a sweet finish.”
Another blast of heat streaks below my belly button. I clench my thighs to smother the lusty sensations. “I’ll take your word for it.”
As the conversation falls away, I glance over the edge of the bed in search of my panties. They’re nowhere in sight. Then it occurs to me, Marco is still completely naked beside me, and his big, thick cock looks ready to go again. Worse, there’s something about the look in his eye…
“I think I need to change the dressing on my wound.”
The happy, flirty man disappears, and he snaps straight up on the bed. “Let me see. Did you tear a stitch?”
“No, I’m fine. It’s just a little sore.”
He mutters a string of curses, and that damned guilt rears up. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. It wasn’t you,” I mumble. “I just need a minute to myself.”
His head dips, jaw tensing before he slides off the bed and collects his discarded clothing. As he rises, his eyes meet mine once again. “There’s nothing I can help you with?”
Gritting my teeth, I slowly shake my head. Because the truth is I’m afraid to spend another minute alone with this man. After that groundbreaking orgasm, my emotions are all over the place. And I’d hate to do or say something stupid…
“Fine,” he grumbles. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
The moment he disappears down the spiral staircase, I flop back down on the mattress and heave out a breath. Why did I ever think casual sex with my husband would be a good idea?