She doesn’t even use words, just nods vehemently and pushes herself off me. Once on her feet, she holds out a hand. I grasp it and am pulled to my feet by one of the sexiest women I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.
“Come with me,” she says, her voice husky.
In that moment, I’d follow her anywhere.
The level of comfort I feel with Marina is completely disproportionate to, well, me. Sex always makes me the slightest bit self-conscious, no matter how well I know my partner, but it’s somehow different with her. I don’t feel self-conscious at all as she slides her hand under my shirt while we’re kissing. The feeling of her palm on the bare skin of my stomach is something I can’t describe—which says a lot, given my career—but only because my brain is on sensory overload. We’re standing in her bedroom at the foot of her bed, our mouths fused together, kissing hungrily, and all I can focus on issensation. I don’t hear anything. I don’t say anything. I don’t think anything. All I can do isfeel.
And what I feel is simply…glorious. I don’t have a better word. Marina is taller than me, fitter than me, stronger than me, and all those things come into play as she backs me into her bed. The mattress hits the backs of my knees, and I sit, then crab-crawl backward until I’m in the middle of the bed. She stands there for a moment, just looking at me, and there’s so much in those dark eyes of hers that a lump forms in my throat.
I clear it and crook a finger at her. “Come here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she says with a sexy grin, and crawls on all fours until she’s above me once again and her mouth is on mine.
Sex with Marina is…God. It’s hard to know where to begin because, for the first time since I can remember—no, for the first timein my life—I turn off my brain and just let myself feel. People who know me understand just how hard it is for me to do that; I’m all about the overthinking. My anxiety and me? Super tight. So the fact that I feel totally, utterly relaxed with her is a little bit mind-boggling. But I go with it.
Kissing slides to touching, hands everywhere, clothes removed a little at a time. Undressing Marina is like unwrapping the most erotic of gifts, baring a limb here, a swath of olive skin there. She’s soft and smooth and hot—hot in more ways than one, and I absently think, of every woman I’ve been with in my life, I’ve never been so attracted. Not like this. Everything about Marina is sexy. Everything. The way she feels, the way she smells, the way she kisses, the way she sounds. God. It’s all I can do to keep this slow pace. Because I want to take my time. I want to savor and remember every tiny second of this experience.
I also want to rip her clothes off with my teeth, flip her onto her back, and have my way with her.
It’s a conundrum.
But I push through, and I do manage to turn us so I’m on top, and I focus on removing her clothes, because all I want is to see her naked body in all its glory.
Turns out, glory isn’t even a strong enough word.
Marina is perfect. I take a moment to simply look at her, to let my eyes roam over her body. She’s confident and sexy and she tucks her hands behind her head, completely content to let me ogle her nakedness. She smiles at me without worry or self-consciousness, and it’s fucking beautiful. And so incredibly sexy.
I give myself another couple of seconds to gape before I’m on her with my mouth, tasting every inch of her. I’m vaguely aware of her hands in my hair, on my shoulders, her fingers digging deliciously into my skin, but I’m much more focused on her. Thesmell of her—that warm, inviting apple scent. The look of her skin—olive and bronze, tanned from the summer, but also part of her heritage. The sound of her—she’s not loud, but there are small moans and little whimpers that let me know I’m doing everything right. I want to spend hours here. Days. Weeks, even. But my own body and my own arousal threatens to swamp me entirely if I don’t take what I want, so I work my way down her body using my lips, my tongue, until I’m settled between her legs. A glance up her torso gives me a sexy shot of Marina biting her bottom lip in anticipation, and I wait until she raises her head and meets my gaze. I keep my eyes on her as I take my first taste, and I listen to the breath leave her body and watch her head fall back onto the pillows with an incredibly sensual moan of pleasure.
Christ, she’s beautiful.
I focus on my movements, my rhythm, listening for clues and matching what I do to how she sounds. More pressure when she’s louder, a swirl of the tongue when she whimpers, and it’s not long before I feel her fingers gripping the hair on the back of my head. Her hand tightens, pulling me more firmly against her, and I grip her hips because I know it’s coming, she’s coming. And then her hips raise up, and a cry emanates from her throat, and I hold on to keep my place. I dig my fingertips into her hips as they lift and roll and finally lower slowly back down to the mattress. My mouth is still pressed against her, and I can feel her pulsing against me. When I finally feel her fingers loosen in my hair, I lift my head to look at her. Her eyes are squeezed closed and she’s whispering something in Italian, so I wait with my cheek against her warm thigh, the taste and smell of her still on my lips.
Several moments pass by before she takes a deep breath and finally looks at me. The things I see on her face, the emotions, are many, and they’re gorgeous. She’s glowing, so there’s that.She’s smiling, also an amazing thing. She looks a bit sheepish, which is super cute. She crooks a finger at me, summoning me to her, and because I’m not a stupid woman, I oblige, slowly crawling up her body, kissing different parts as I go and loving how she gently twitches as I do so, clearly still very sensitive. Finally, I settle next to her, my head pillowed on her shoulder.
“Wow,” she says. “That was…” She shakes her head, as if she has no words, and you know what? I will take that. All day long.
“Yeah?”
She nods.
“Well, that was pretty amazing for me, too.” I run my fingertip across her collarbone. “You were gorgeous to watch.” She covers her eyes with her hand, grinning and sheepish again. I pull her hand away. “I mean it,” I say softly when she looks at me.
She pulls me in and kisses me gently…but gentle doesn’t last, and in the next moment, she’s rolling us so she’s on top. This gloriously beautiful woman with the lustrous hair and the sexy accent holds herself above me and gives me the most erotic look I’ve ever had aimed at me as she says simply, “My turn.”
“I need some water.” Marina’s voice is quiet as we lie wrapped around each other like two vines that have entwined. “You?”
“Yes, please.”
She presses a kiss to my forehead, then slides out of the bed. I roll onto my stomach and marvel at her body as she walks naked out of the room. The swell of her hips, the length of her legs, her tousled raven hair falling down her back, and her glorious skin. I immediately feel a wave of loss, of longing, and I want her tocome back. Like, now.
The water runs in the kitchen as I hunker down into the bedding, inhaling the scents it holds. Marina, fabric softener, me, Marina’s perfume, us. An intoxicating blend, to say the least. Marina returns with two glasses of water and sets them both on her nightstand, then slides back under the covers.
“Reggie is still on the chair and is snoring like a freight train,” she says with a gentle laugh. She sits with her back against the headboard and lifts one arm so I can scoot up against her. It’s hard to believe I haven’t been snuggled up in this spot my entire life because it feels like exactly where I’m supposed to be. She hands me my water and I drink like I haven’t had any liquid in days.
I hand it back to her, nearly empty, and she laughs.
“Listen, you dehydrated me,” I say in defense.