His Four Poster Bed (Bedroom Secrets Series Book 2) (10 page)

I noticed a fire lit in the lovely fireplace in the sunken living room, the stars outside were just as bright as I remembered. The sky looked black and cold, the twinkling lights standing out like flickering white flames. There was such beauty here, it was ethereal, seductive, impossible to resist.

After my legs had recovered, I moved to the kitchen and sat at the bar to watch him cook.

He smiled and pushed a wine glass towards me. “Did you come to check up on me?”

“I wanted to make sure it was really you chopping up a storm in here. You sure you don’t have a cook hiding somewhere?”

“Nope, it’s just me,” he said, stirring an enormous cast iron skillet filled with peppers, onions and grilled chicken.

“Do you cook often, or only when you’re trying to seduce a woman?”

“First, I don’t cook to seduce women,” he said, shaking the skillet and turning his attention to a small bubbling pot of red sauce. He tasted it and added some additional spice. “You are the first woman I have ever shared Mama’s enchilada recipe with.”

“Are you serious?” I said, taking a big gulp of wine.

“I told you, nothing but the truth.”

“So do you cook for yourself then?”

“I do, but it’s more fun to share it with someone. I don’t eat out a lot. I can’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I go to a restaurant on my own, I end up in a gossip column with a photo of the depressed and destructive Amador son, doomed to break the rules and his father’s heart.”

“You are serious.”

“Absolutely,” he smiled. “I can tell you don’t troll the internet for other people’s misery. Please don’t google me.”

“I don’t read gossip online,” I said. “I’m not above gossip, there is just no time in my life.”

“If I took you to a restaurant tonight for example, we’d end up on someone’s phone, then online, and next my family would become interested in you.”

“So you are hiding me from your family?” I asked, half asking as a joke.

Marco looked at me all traces of a smile vanishing from his face. “My family is complicated,” Marco said. “I want to spare you from scrutiny. I would do anything to keep you safe.”

“So serious,” I said. “We are just friends having dinner.”

“I think we are more than friends, Odessa,” he said, his eyes locking with mine. He walked around the counter and stood between my legs hiking my skirt up a bit so he could lean into me. Then he tilted my chin up slightly with his hand. “I’ve learned that it’s impossible to predict how much time we have with the people we love in this life. I can tell you that I want as many nights as I can get with you.”

“Do you say that to all the girls,” I whispered aching to be kissed.

“I say that to none of the girls,” he said. “And I think you believe me.” He leaned forward and inhaled as he breathed in my hair his lips finding my jaw. Then I was on my feet, our lips locked together.

His kiss rippled through my body, starting with my lips. I felt myself dripping wet again. I ached to feel him inside of me. It was as if Marco Amador had found the controls to my body and soul. One soft kiss and I melted. Who was I standing next to this man? I certainly felt outside of myself.

“Is it time for dinner?” I said, trying to sound light and easy but instantly thinking of nothing but getting naked. The bed was just around the corner, down a short hallway, a simple left and then a right. All it would take would be a phrase, a few words, a simple statement. I glanced down the hallway and then into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” he said, eyebrow raising. “You look . . . undecided.”

“I am,” I said, leaning into him and running my finger along the line of his tattoo up his neck. Don’t resist him, a voice whispered inside my head. Taste him. Make him yours. He already is. “I’m just not sure if we should eat dinner before or after.”

Marco looked confused for a moment then his eyes widened and a slow smile crossed his face. “I am,” he said, eyes wide a slow smile crossing his face

Then he picked me up off the ground as if I weighed nothing, holding me in his arms like a bride about to cross the threshold with her beloved. My arms locked around to neck, I held on as he walked me across the room stopping just outside his bedroom door.

“I am going to make love to you and then I will feed you some kick ass enchiladas and an arugula salad with fresh oranges, followed by a crème brûlée that I torch myself.”

I laughed between kisses. “Love me and then feed me, but please take me to bed, take me now.”

“You will never need to ask me twice woman,” and he walked me through the door throwing me onto the silky sheets of his four poster bed.

The shades were drawn in the bedroom. As I lay on the bed, Marco walked to the enormous glass windows and hit a button on the wall. The blackout shades rose with a soft humming noise revealing the brutally clear night sky. Stars hung outside the glass like sparkling pendants, the city lights reflected on the black water of Puget Sound and across the waves the distant lights of Bainbridge Island glimmered. It was silent and ethereal.

“It’s so beautiful,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows and drinking in the view. “It’s solitary but it doesn’t feel lonely.”

“It used to feel lonely,” he said, turning to face me. “Before you.”

He could take my breath away with a few words and a look. My heart pounded with desire and fear of how much I wanted this man.

“Nothing makes me happier than seeing you in my bed Ms. Starr,” he said, his voice low. My body tensed with anticipation at the sound of my proper name. I liked this little game, I couldn’t wait to relinquish some control to this beautiful man. “Do you like pleasing me?” He asked.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I’d like to please you more Mr. Amador.”

He raised a finger and ran it up and down the buttons of my blouse. “Undress for me,” he said softly pointing to the window. “Stand in the moonlight.”

“Yes, Mr. Amador,” I said. I slid off the bed and moved towards the window before turning and slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I dropped it to the floor and then slipped out of my skirt standing in nothing but my bra, panties, boots, and stockings.

“Take off everything,” he said.

I nodded and unzipped my boots sliding them off my legs and then rolled my stockings off one at a time. I unhooked my bra exposing my breasts. I felt my nipples go hard in the cool air and then I slipped off my panties dropping them onto the floor.

He walked towards me and breathing slowly ran his hands over my skin, my whole body tingling from his touch. He reached up and removed my black headband before running his fingers through my hair.

“I have never seen anyone so beautiful,” he said, softly walking in a slow circle around me, his fingertips tracing a line across my skin.

I closed my eyes and exhaled softly enjoying this feeling of being worshipped. I enjoyed being naked in front of him. I felt vulnerable and exposed and incredibly turned on. His hands found my lower back pulling me closer, his mouth found mine and his tongue was inside my mouth; my body ached for more of him, pressing against him I moaned.

He stepped away from me and pulled his turtleneck off exposing his cut chest and the tattooed sleeve. Then he took my hands placed them on his belt buckle and nodded.

I undid the silver buckle and the button to his pants then dropped to my knees as I slid his jeans off his body one leg at a time.

I placed my hand against the bulge in his black briefs. He inhaled and nodded. My breath grew shallow with anticipation. I lowered his shorts exposing his enormous cock and took him in my mouth.

He placed his hand behind my head as I moved him back and forth rolling my tongue over his ridges, playing with his sensitive tip. I wanted to bring him pleasure, I wanted to know I had the power to make him come with my mouth.

“Easy,” Marco said, stopping me and taking my hand he helped me to my feet and led me to the bed. He lay down on the sheets and pulled me on top of him our legs intertwined, lips locked in a long slow kiss.

“The condoms,” I whispered.

“Open the drawer,” he said. “There is a surprise for you inside.”

“For me?” I said, eyebrows raised. “You knew we’d end up in bed?”

“I hoped,” he said, grinning.

I straddled him, my wet pussy resting just above his throbbing cock. I reached into the night stand drawer, quickly finding the pack of condoms and noticing a small black box with a thick red ribbon. I pulled out the box.

“Open it,” he said, smiling.

My legs wrapped around his waist as I undid the ribbon and opened the box. Wrapped in red tissue paper was a round silver disk with a silicon nub that ran like a ridge across the middle.

“My my,” I said, smiling and holding the very discrete vibrator. I had used a vibrator before, but never on a regular basis and I had never actually incorporated toys into playtime with a lover. My pulse raced with anticipation, apparently I liked the idea.

“Would you like to try it?” he asked, sitting up a bit.

“Yes, I think so.” I felt suddenly very nervous.

“Let me show you.”

I nodded and handed him the silver disk. He flipped a flat switch and I heard a low buzzing. While I straddled him he took the vibrating disk and placed it against my clit. The rush of pleasure was instantaneous. I rocked backward but he held my lower back so he could keep the pressure on.

“Grab the condom,” he said, nodding towards the wrapper moving the vibrating disk away. “Don’t worry, we aren’t done playing,” he said, smiling.

I unwrapped the condom and sheathed him quickly. Then I raised my body up and lifted his heavy cock sliding him inside me. I gasped again at the size of him, my body straining to take him in, but the wetness inside of me opening me up.

I leaned forward over him my breasts hanging down as I moved up and down, every time he slid into me I gasped with pleasure.

He moaned and reached for me, his fingers finding my nipples, he grasped one of my breasts in his hand and twisted the nipple as I pushed against him. It was a sharp feeling, the pleasure and pain mixing together in a way I had never experienced. I moaned as I drove down onto his enormous cock. I felt as though there was nothing in the world but our two bodies connecting, he was inside of me, filling me up, sliding deep into my core.

Then I felt his hand against my pussy and heard the sound of the vibrator just as he placed it against me with a deep thrust. He had changed the setting so the device vibrated at a lower intensity and then increased and repeated creating a wave of pleasure.

I felt Marco push into me harder and deeper as the vibration against my pussy increased. I don’t remember moaning, I don’t remember anything but the feeling of his cock inside me of and my clit aching with need.

Our breathing heavy and ragged. I don’t remember speaking, I don’t think I could form words, but there was no reason to ask for more. Marco could feel me, we were moving as one connected body, fucking each other in perfect timing until the heat between us spilled over and I felt myself unraveling around him. I cried out as he thrust into me one final time, my whole body shaking and shuddering with the vibrator against my pussy and his throbbing cock inside me. I had never had such an intense orgasm in my life. I felt as though the stars outside his window had filled our room with light, my senses were on high, my whole body pulsing and alert with pleasure.

I rolled off of Marco and lay beside him shaking.

We said nothing for a few minutes. We just lay there on the bed our bodies shaking.

Then Marco rolled over onto his side and traced his fingers along my body.

“This,” he said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead.

“This?”

“I have been dreaming of feeling like this with a woman my whole life.”

“You are not what I expected Mr. Amador,” I said, smiling. I ran my hands down the stubble of his cheek.

“And what were you expecting?”

I rolled onto my back and looked at the ceiling. “Oh, I don’t know. A spoiled man child who couldn’t take care of himself.”

“And you haven’t even tried my enchiladas yet,” he said, laughing and kissing me on the lips. “Shall we dine?” he said propping himself up on one elbow.

“Yes, please, I’m famished.”

He kissed me one more time and hopped out of bed giving me a glorious view of his ass as he walked across his bedroom to what appeared to be a walk in closet. He returned wrapped in a thick black robe and handed me a soft white one with the hotel’s monogram on the pocket.

“Fancy schmantzy,” I said, giggling as I jumped out of bed and wrapped myself in the soft robe.

Marco offered me his hand and I followed him out of the bedroom. In that moment, I had no regrets about Marco Amador outside of having to leave the warmth of his bed. I foolishly believed that I could make love to that man, body and soul, and keep my heart under lock and key. I told myself it was a physical connection, a release of endorphins that made me hold his hand so tight as we walked hand in hand across the room, but the truth was I had fallen in love with him the first time we kissed.

I couldn’t admit it to myself at the time, but I knew I couldn’t stop touching him. I decided that I needed to make things work that Marco Amador. I had no idea how hard that would be.