Chapter 42 #2
“What do you want to know?” I’m panting as he moves closer to the apex of my thighs, but then returns his ministrations back to my hip.
Groaning, I widen my legs, not caring what I look like, because I need him.
He removes his sunglasses with one hand and continues to tease with the other, running it up and down my heated skin, building my arousal.
He leans down to take my glasses off, brushing soft kisses up my neck, making me shiver, even in the blistering heat.
“Tell me, is there anywhere you haven’t been touched?” he whispers against my skin.
“One place, yes.”
“Do you want to?” I gasp at what he’s suggesting, because yes, I want that. I’ve never even considered it with anyone else, but with him, I know deep in my soul that I want to give him this part of me.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, and he doesn’t stop his assault. Teasing, dipping the tips of his fingers under the hem of my swimsuit, but not going any further. I’m completely at his mercy.
“And you’ll let me touch you there?”
“Yes.”
“Buena chica.” He stops his teasing, glides his palms up my body, and his thumbs tweak my hardened nipples through the thin fabric of my swimsuit, making my breath hitch.
“But I won’t do that here. I want to spend all night worshipping you, making sure I look after you.
But I will give you something. A little teaser of what’s to come.
” His lips trail down my neck to my collarbone.
He pulls the straps of my suit down my arms, leaving my breasts bare, and his gaze darkens at my already hard nipples.
Tingles erupt along my spine as the light breeze brushes over them, only to be heightened when he brushes his thumbs over the sensitive nubs.
“Chingado, paraíso jamás se miraba tan hermoso.” His rich, velvety tone makes me melt and arch my back, silently begging for his touch.
His warm mouth encircles one of my breasts while his strong hands knead and squeeze them, making my core tighten.
His mouth leaves my breasts, making me whimper at the loss, but he’s moving down my body, dragging the material of my swimsuit with him.
Lifting my hips, he slides it over my ass, revealing me to him completely.
He kisses my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel, but he keeps moving until he hovers just over my bare sex.
“You’re dripping. Is this all for me?” He pulls my swimsuit off, and I spread my legs even wider, offering myself to him as he settles between them.
“Yes,” I say shamelessly.
“Please, Marcus, I need you.”
“Patience.” He pushes a finger inside, pumping slowly while he swirls the tip of his tongue over my clit., sending ripples of pleasure through me, my body lighting up from the inside.
“I need more.” I buck my hips, and he speeds up his movements, adding a second finger, stretching me.
“More,” I beg.
He growls, and the vibrations have me feeling another rush of arousal. The filthy sound of his fingers pumping into me is so erotic, I groan. He quickens his assault and flattens his tongue, and then I feel it. His third finger, circling me where no one has touched me before, and I flinch.
“Trust me?” He pulls away, looking up at me from between my thighs. My erratic heartbeats thunder in my chest as I take in the evident desire in his gaze.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
“Buena chica.” He moves back to licking and sucking on my clit and stroking my walls, curling his fingers, making me squirm.
I gasp as he removes his fingers, but when he spits on my pussy and uses it to coat them, his eyes dark and full of desire, I whimper.
It’s caught in my throat as he thrusts his slick fingers into my pussy, his third circling my hole.
But this time I don’t flinch. He pushes past the tight ring as he continues to work my pussy, his mouth loosening me up as he keeps just the right amount of pressure on my clit.
Oh God, this… this is new.
Slowly, he pushes his finger inside my hole, and when he is finally all the way in, my back bows.
The pressure and fullness consume me. This sensation is completely different to anything I’ve ever felt before, and the need building inside has me wrapping my hand around his wrist, urging him to move.
“No one has made me need them like you have,” I say in awe, watching as he starts, ever so slowly, to pump his fingers, my core pulses with every caress. “I crave you.”
“Good. Because this pussy.” He pumps faster, my core tightens, squeezing his fingers, sucking him in deeper.
“This ass.” The pressure of his other finger in my ass increases the intense pleasure coiling in my core, and a feeling of utter euphoria rushes me, making my eyes roll.
He growls against me. “Is mine.” He nips at my clit. “You understand?”
I nod, words failing me.
“Words, Petardo.” He mumbles, the vibrations of his words adding to my building pleasure.
“I’m yours. All of me is yours.” Our gaze collides as I tumble over the edge. My body thrashing uncontrollably as he expertly drags every last piece of pleasure from me.
And I realize, I mean it.
He has me; all of me.
I think he has for a long time.
We walk back through the vineyards hand in hand, the sun setting behind us, the temperature dropping slightly, making me shiver. Marcus notices and hooks his arm around my shoulder, tucking me closer into his side.
“I know I’ve technically asked all my questions for today…”
“They were good questions too.” I grin at the memory that will quite literally be imprinted in my brain forever.
“Some of my best.” He squeezes me tighter. “But I was wondering. Your boots?”
“What about them?”
“The red slightly broken heart. What does it mean?”
“It’s the symbol of Nelly’s charity that her parents set up. I—” My throat clogs as I try to remain composed.
“You don’t have to tell me anymore if you aren’t ready.”
“No, I want to.” I take in a deep breath before I explain.
“I’m on the board; a silent partner as such.
I have been for a long time. Once she passed, her mum, Janet, contacted me.
She knew how close we were and asked if I wanted to help.
I couldn’t say no. So, I help with fundraising and general admin.
As you know, I hold this guilt, and this is just one way that I can relieve that, just for a while.
I have the logo on my boots to remind me that Nelly can’t be here to follow her dreams, so I have to keep following mine.
” A lone tear slips free, and I brush it away.
“That’s amazing.”
“We raise funds for children and families suffering from all types of leukemia. Sometimes that’s making sure they get the right treatment, but it’s also the little things, like new clothes or days out for them to help them forget.
We also fund therapy for survivors and also, the families who have lost someone.
It’s funny how I’m here helping people get the mental help they need, and I’m ignoring it. ”
“It takes a lot to ask for help. We both know that.”
“I know, thank you.”
When the house comes back into view, I see Elena and Paulo laying out dishes and glasses on the table, and when Paulo grabs Elena from behind, kissing her neck, making her giggle, I look up to see Marcus grinning from ear to ear.
And I understand what he meant by finding his soulmate because his Mum has, and happiness radiates from her and Paulo.
“They are stupidly happy, aren’t they?” I lean my head against his shoulder.
“They are.” He kisses the top of my head as we make ourselves known. “Put her down, Paulo.” Marcus chuckles as he guides me to take a seat.
“When you find someone to love as hard as I love your mama, you’ll never want to put her down either.
” Paulo kisses Elena’s cheek before he pulls out her chair.
She is blushing as she tucks her hair behind her ear.
As Marcus takes his seat next to me, he squeezes my hand in his, and I try not to read too much into the look he is giving me.
“So, I’ve made churros. Apparently, you’ve never had them before, Lily.” Elena looks across at me with a gentle smile on her face.
How much has Marcus told her about me?
“No, I haven’t. And apparently, yours are legendary.”
“I wouldn’t quite say that.”
“I would.” Both Marcus and Paulo say in unison as they pile churros onto both mine and Elena’s plates, smiling broadly at us before helping themselves.
And it hits me.
I’ve fallen so deeply in love with Marcus Diaz.
My heart is his.