Page 62 of Lonely Heart

But when I felt his cock nudging me, that was the only thing I could focus on. Marco pushed inside slowly, like he wanted tosavor every inch of me he claimed. Because that was precisely what he was doing, especially with that look on his face.

And I realized, being stretched full of him, there wasn’t anything I wanted more than to be claimed by Marco. To become his in all the ways that mattered.

His.

And he could be mine.

All mine.

Once he’d buried himself deep, he lowered his body, so his chest was pressed against mine. Then he kissed me as he began to thrust. His strokes were slow, steady, even. My legs wrapped around him, wanting to keep him close.

“You feel so good,” I breathed, my fingertips pressing in. Nothing had ever felt as amazing as him. “So hard. So big. I never knew it could be like this.”

We’d spent so much time missing this, overlooking what had been right in front of us all these years. And with each stroke, I felt like we were making up for all that lost time.

My hands roamed, moving over his arms, shoulders, and back before gliding up into his hair.

“Fuck, Ivy,” he groaned. “You’re perfect. Perfect for me.”

Something about those words sent a rush of desire through me, warmth flooding me. He kissed me again, our bodies rolling until I was on top. But even from that position, Marco continued to lead, to thrust, to keep me right where he wanted me. His mouth was on my mouth, my neck, my breasts. And his strokes never slowed, never faltered.

The sensations I felt, the attention he gave me, it was impossible not to feel that pull deep in my belly.

“Marco,” I gasped when I felt myself teetering on the edge.

He flipped us again. “Are you going to come for me?”

My lips parted in response. I couldn’t speak; I could barely breathe. Then it happened. My orgasm rippled through mybody, sparks of pleasure ricocheting inside me. I was a mess of trembling limbs as it seemed to go on forever.

Marco never took his eyes off me, and what I saw in them when I’d made it to the other side was something I’d never forget for the rest of my life. He sat with it for just a moment before he picked up his pace, drove in harder, deeper, until he finally grunted as his climax tore through him.

I watched, just as he’d watched me, and I got it. I understood what that look in his eyes had been.Mine. He was mine. And I didn’t care what it took, I was going to hold on to him forever.

“How do you feel?”

My fingertips had been absentmindedly stroking over the skin on Marco’s chest, but at his question, they stopped moving. I took a moment to consider my answer. “Physically, I’m so sated I could sleep for a thousand years.” His body vibrated with laughter, forcing a smile on my own face. “But emotionally, I have to admit, I didn’t anticipate it feeling this good.”

Marco’s fingernails scratched lightly along my back. “In what way?”

I lifted my cheek from his chest so I could look at him. “I was alone for so long, I think I got to a point where I just needed something, anything. I hate to admit that I was so desperate, I might have settled for anyone. I can’t tell you how happy I am to know I didn’t have to do that, that I feel like I’m here with someone I know and trust. Someone who respects and appreciates me. Someone I care a great deal about.”

His features softened, his opposite hand coming up to cup the side of my face. As his eyes roamed over my expression, his thumb shifted lightly over the apple of my cheek. “I can’t tell you how much it pleases me to know you feel that way. It’s the same for me with you.”

I smiled at him, pressing my cheek into his palm before I rested it back on his chest. “This still feels a bit surreal, too. Like, I woke up this morning simply excited about going out on a date with you. I didn’t expect we were going to wind up here.”

“Do you regret it?”

My head snapped up, my body tensing. With my horrified eyes on his, I breathed, “Not at all.”

The corners of his mouth tipped up. “Okay, that was the wrong question to ask.”

“How could you ever think that?”

“I didn’t. But then you said how you hadn’t expected this, and I wanted to be sure you weren’t wishing we’d taken things slower.”

I let out a deep sigh. “All I meant was that this day was already poised to be the best I’ve had in a long time, just by knowing I was going to be having a dinner date with you,” I shared. “This, what we had here tonight, only made it that much better. It took a great night and turned it into a spectacular one.”

“I’m inclined to agree.”