18. Marco #2
I throw on a robe and pad barefoot into the bathroom to start the next portion of the evening. I turn on the jacuzzi tub and pour some lavender and vanilla oils into the water as well as lighting some candles.
I order room service, using the phone in the bathroom so Clara can’t hear me over the sound of the running water, wanting to give her yet another surprise.
Once the bath is ready, I open the door back up and take a moment to lean against the doorframe, admiring Clara’s beautiful curves as she stretches out on the bed.
Her golden hair is fanned out behind her, and her skin is still flushed from her last orgasm.
When she catches me staring, she smiles lazily at me. “Back so soon?”
“I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
But before I can climb back on top of her, a knock sounds at the door.
I reluctantly leave a naked Clara on the bed and head out into the living area to get out room service. When I wheel the tray back into the bedroom, and Clara spies the bottle of champagne as well as the tray of decadent desserts, she lets out an excited squeal.
“I could get used to this.”
“Good, because it’s going to be a regular occurrence,” I promise her as I take the tray into the bathroom.
Clara pads into the bathroom behind me, and she lets out a contented sigh as she sees the waiting bubble bath. “This looks incredible.”
“Not as incredible as you.” I shrug out of my robe.
Her eyes flick to my cock. “Speak for yourself.”
I laugh as I step behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. “You only have yourself to blame,” I press a kiss to the curve of her neck as my hands skim along her hips.
She laughs as she tilts her head up to look at me. “You’re insatiable.”
“I don’t hear anyone complaining.” I smirk as I press my cock against her ass.
Before Clara can retort, I lift her into my arms and step into the tub.
I sink down into the water and settle her between my legs, pulling her flush against my body as the hot water rises around us.
Clara relaxes into me as the tension of the past few days finally melts away.
We dig into the desserts I ordered for a few minutes, and then I set everything aside.
I want this woman so much. And there is still so much I don’t know about her.
“Where do you see yourself in ten years?”
Clara is silent for a moment as she sips on her champagne. “Hopefully…with you,” she whispers.
Something tightens in my chests at her words, and I set my own glass down on the side of the bath to wrap my arms around her and press a kiss to her shoulder. “What else?”
“Maybe a couple more kids.” Her voice is a little shy. “And my own fashion label, which is embarrassing to say out loud.”
I move my hand to grip her chin, tilting it up so she’s forced to meet my gaze. “Never be embarrassed about having big dreams. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”
She smiles softly before leaning in to kiss me. “What else do you love about me?”
I grin, letting my fingers trail down her neck and over her breasts.
Her breath catches as they move lower over her stomach before dipping between her legs.
“Oh, love…” My voice drops to a rough whisper as I trail two fingers along her core. “How much time do you have?”
Clara arches against me, as I slide my fingers inside her, slow and deep.
Her hands clutch my thighs as she moves her hips, already desperate for more.
She whimpers as I rub my thumb over her clit.
“I’ve got you.” I press soft, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder.
I pump my fingers inside her, loving the way her body writhes against mine.
But when she’s close to reaching the edge, I slide my fingers out of her pussy, not wanting her to come just yet.
Instead, I stand up, lifting her effortlessly into my arms as water cascades down her body.
I carry her out of the tub and back into the bedroom where I set her very wet, very naked body down on the bed.
“Now…” I grip the backs of her thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed. “Are you going to be a good girl and spread your legs for me?”
Clara’s throat bobs, but she does as she’s told, slowly spreading her thighs to show me her perfect pussy.
I reach out to gently stroke my fingers along her core. “This is mine.”
“Yes.” Her eyes flutter closed.
“Eyes on me, love.”
Clara’s brows pull together but once again, she does as she’s told.
I keep my eyes locked on hers as I slowly sink to my knees and lean in to run my tongue along the length of her pussy.
Her moans send the blood rushing to my cock, and I have to reach down to roughly tug on my length to try to relieve the ache.
I devour her pussy, groaning at the sweet taste of her.
Each flick of my tongue over her clit has another rush of wetness spreading between her thighs, soaking both my face and the sheets beneath her.
I growl as I lap up her arousal. “So fucking sweet.”
“Marco, please.”
I continue to tease her clit, wanting to get her as wet as possible.
But I don’t let her come until she’s practically sobbing in desperation. Only then do I give her what she wants.
And from the way she screams out my name as she climaxes, I know it was worth the wait.