Page 71 of Single Malt Drama
“Really?” I did as he asked, but wasn’t entirely sure how the face-to-face position would work.
Marco lifted my thigh and guided my knee over his hip. Once he had me in position, he slipped his hand between my legs.
“I thought…” My words died on my tongue when he pushed his fingers inside me. Between the pressure from the base of his palm and the slight stretching in my core, he had me writhing in the space between two heartbeats.
Marco continued until I went boneless in his arms before easing me to my back. Hovering over me, he said, “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
I nodded but sucked in a breath when I felt his length pressing against me.
“Relax.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Meet me in the middle,” he whispered against my cheek.
I rolled my hips up as he pushed forward, slowly joining our bodies.
Marco cupped the back of my neck and rested his brow against mine. “You feel incredible.”
Exhaling a breath, I forced myself to relax instead of resisting the slow, steady pressure. Once he’d seated himself fully inside me, he blew out a slow breath, and eased back, only to repeat the process. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay.” I brushed my lips against his and raised my hips to meet him midway. The resulting pleasure had me gasping. “Much better than okay.”
I lost myself in him. The weight of his body, the warmth of his skin, the spicy scent of his cologne overwhelmed my senses. This was nothing like the hookups my friends had talked about. What Marco and I shared went so much deeper. I’d never felt closer to another person.
He quickened the pace and kissed me like a blind man using his lips to read the contours of my face. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
Running my hands from his shoulders to his spectacular ass, I whispered, “Don’t.”
Marco pressed his cheek to mine and moved quicker, harder, deeper. He met my gaze, gave one final thrust, and moaned my name.
There were moments in life when words only got in the way. There was absolutely nothing we could have said that would convey more than the way he smiled and brushed his thumb over my lower lip.
Marco rolled to his back and pulled me against his side. We stayed curled up beneath the blankets, listening to the crickets singing and our hearts beating until the last of the sunlight faded.
“Want to watch a movie? I found some old DVDs in the cabinet.” I lifted my head and placed a series of kisses along his collarbone. “Or we could do that again.”
“We’ll do it again, and often, but you might be sore tonight.” He rolled his head to the side and grinned. “Don’t suppose there’s a copy of Thelma and Louise?”
That’s rather specific.“I don’t think so. Why?”
“We checked one item off the list of things you’ve never done. I figured we’d check off another.” He spoke in a sexy gravelly voice that had me clenching my thighs.
“How do you remember every tiny detail of our conversations?”
“It must have something to do with the fact I’ve been mesmerized by you since we were kids.”
“Keep sugar talking me, and it won’t matter how sore I am.”
He grinned. “Sweet talking.”
“Same thing.” I reached for my shirt, but he snatched it away.
“You don’t need that.”
“Is that so?” Warmth spread through my chest. I loved him, this, us. I wished we could stay in the cabin forever, but sooner or later, the outside would demand our attention.
Throwing my shirt toward the kitchen, he said, “New rule. No clothes allowed after dark.”