Up All Night (16 page)

“This is about what you want, Beth.”

“No. It’s about us both.” And if he
wanted to use the vibrator on her, who was she to refuse? She always enjoyed
any foreplay he instigated, why should this be different?

One of Marco’s favorite things was
watching her pleasure herself before he penetrated her, and she’d gotten more
used to doing it, less inhibited, loving how it turned him on.
 

Since Marco was frowning, Beth moved
against him, brushing her pussy against his rapidly growing erection. “At first
I might be a little apprehensive about some of the things we do,” she admitted.
“But that’s because I’ve never done them before. My sex life with James
wasn’t exactly experimental.”

She smiled and reached up to stroke
her fingers over his jaw, sensing the tightness that had set in there. “Don’t
look so worried, I’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done. I love how creative you
are, how creative I am when I’m with you.”

“We don’t have to do anything that
makes you uncomfortable.”

“You’re not listening.”

“Beth, I—”

She put her finger over his mouth,
stopping him. “I want our sex life to be as exciting as anything else you’ve
experienced. I feel safe with you, Marco. I’m willing to try anything you
want.”

“Damn it, Beth.” He ran his hand
over her hip, drew her in. “You’re the most exciting woman I’ve known.”

His words pushed a little glow into
her heart, but Beth imagined that a man would tell any woman that she was
exciting when she was naked on top of him. “Thanks. Now what was it you had in
mind?”

His eyes were stormy as he looked at
her. “Maybe another time.”

She bent down and kissed him. “Now.”

When he didn’t look convinced, Beth
reached over to the bedside cabinet drawer. She took out the vibrator and
picked up the tube of lubricant. With one item in each hand, she waved them in
front of him. “Tell me what you want.”

****

Feeling slightly queasy, Marco
watched as Beth waved the flesh coloured vibrator in front of him. More than
that he felt jealous. Of a fucking vibrator. How many nights had she slipped it
under the sheets, opened her legs, and pushed it inside her? Shit. He was being
ridiculous.

Not that he had time to ponder his
feelings further because a deeper, sharper realization lightened his chest,
allowing him to breathe easier. Beth hadn’t been serious about that threesome.
She hadn’t mentioned it again, and neither had he. And since she’d admitted she
was initially apprehensive about some of the things he suggested, which to his
mind had been pretty normal, how the hell would she feel in a threesome? Or
shit, Amber’s foursome?
 

Come to think of it, how would she
feel about what he was about to suggest? He leaned back against the pillow and
placed his hands around her hips. “Put that damn thing away but keep the
lube.” 

She smiled that cat smile. “What
have you got in mind?”

He ran his fingers lightly over her
hips. “Have you ever been taken from behind?”

She blushed a little. “Of course.
We’ve done that a few of times.”

“No. I mean
behind
. My cock in your ass.”

Her blush intensified as she tensed
against him. “No.”

“If you don’t want to try then we’ll
forget it. Don’t agree to it because you think it’s what I want.”

“But you do want it. Why else would
you suggest it?”

As she shifted, he tightened his
hands around her hips. “I want to do it with you,
bella
, but if you don’t want it then it won’t happen.” He waited
until her gaze met his. “You’ll be no less exciting to me, Beth.”

Hell, she looked so damn sexy
straddling him, her ruffled hair tumbling around her shoulders, her lips
swollen from his kisses, her breasts pert and sumptuous. As for her hot pussy
brushing against his cock… Damn, she was a fucking banquet.

“I think I’d like to try,” she said
slowly, her eyes steady on his. “Will you go slowly?”

He hesitated before nodding. His
cock was so damn hard he didn’t know if he’d have it in him to go slow the
moment his dick felt the tight heat of her ass. But he would. For her. He’d go
as slow as she needed.

She kept her eyes on his as she
scrambled across him and onto all fours.

Marco felt a surge of emotion push
into his chest at the sight of her. At the way she opened herself for him. At
the way she trusted him to keep his word.

He knelt behind her, placed his arms
around her waist and pulled her up until her back was pressed against his
chest. “Stretch up your arms and link your hands around my neck.”

When she did, he placed his hands
around her soft breasts, letting his thumbs brush slowly across her nipples.
She dropped her head back against his shoulder and Marco feasted on the white
milky flesh of her neck.

She moaned, stretched, and brushed
her ass against his cock.

It was Marco’s turn to groan as he
released one breast to take his hand down past her waist, her stomach. Then he
cupped her mound. “Open your legs. Let me push my fingers inside you.”

She widened her knees and he slid
two fingers into her as he continued to stimulate one nipple. She stretched
sinuously, arching her back.

He worked her clit until her
breathing intensified. He let her come, holding her tight as she bucked against
him.

When her knees gave way, he turned
her until she was lying on her back beneath him. He kissed her, then slowly ran
his mouth over her neck, her throat and down to her breasts.

He’d discovered that one of the
quickest ways to heat her up was to tongue her nipples, so he took his time
licking, sucking, and toying with the sensitive buds.

Slowly, he let his mouth travel down
her body until he knelt between her legs and used his thumbs to part her pussy
lips. He licked along her slit, touched his tongue to her clit.

She writhed sinuously and moaned out
his name.

Since she was already wet, he eased
two fingers inside her. All the while his cock ached like a damn bitch. She
could do that to him. Heat him up with one touch of her wet pussy, one flash of
a glorious breast. It had been barely fifteen minutes since he’d been inside
her, yet he wanted her again. He always wanted her.

Withdrawing, he reached for the
lubricant lying near the pillow. Though her eyes were slumberous, he saw the
wariness in them as she watched him slick grease onto his forefinger. Using the
thumb of his free hand, he pressed it to her clit, rotating slowly so that she
writhed against him again. Slowly, carefully, he reached beneath her and
touched his slicked finger to the opening of her ass.

He pushed in a little, all the while
keeping his eyes on hers. “Okay?”

With a little nod she whispered an
unintelligible sound, which he took as permission to continue.

She moved her hips as he pushed
deeper, her eyes closed, teeth biting her lower lip. When she gasped, he froze.

“You want me to stop?” His voice
sounded deeper than usual, as if his throat was filled with gravel. “Beth?”

Her eyes were still closed, but she
shook her head.

“Beth. Open your eyes.” When they
fluttered open, she blinked and looked at him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

He waited, feeling unsteady, unsure.
He’d never knowingly made a woman do something she wasn’t comfortable with, and
he damn well wasn’t about to start with Beth.

“Why have you stopped?”

He withdrew his fingers. “Maybe this
isn’t the right time.”

“Why not?”

Shaking his head, he sat back on his
heels. “Just isn’t.”

She propped herself on her elbows.
“Because I’ve never done it before?”

“Maybe.”

“So you’re going to deny me the
experience, because you’re too chicken.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What?”

“Too chicken.” Her sultry smile
alerted him to the fact he was being played. “You put the idea in my head, make
me wonder, then you back out. And I’m left to speculate how amazing it might
have been. With you.”

Shit. The woman killed him. “Roll
onto your stomach.”

She swallowed at his growled
command, and Marco reminded himself he had to take it slow. She might have
baited him, taunted him, but he wasn’t immune to the slight trepidation in her
eyes as she rolled over. “On your hands and knees.”

As she scrambled up, he grabbed a
condom and rolled it over his throbbing cock. Then he snatched up the lube and
spread it over his length. Fuck. Had he ever felt this big? Would he hurt her?
He wondered if he should take her the traditional way, but he wasn’t about to
refuse her again.

Hell. The fact that she trusted him
not to hurt her, that she was willing to do something with him she’d never done
with anyone else… It humbled him. Made him feel like a fucking king.

Since her sweet ass was in the air,
tempting him, inviting him, he slicked lube over his middle finger and slowly
pressed inside Beth’s tightness. He let her dictate the pace, waiting when she
tensed, allowing her time to relax against the unfamiliar invasion.

Then she took him, pushing back
against him each time he stopped. She ground her hips, arched her back, and
Marco knew he couldn’t wait another moment.

Withdrawing his finger, he nudged
his cock against her entrance. Gently he pushed, again waiting for her to
adjust to him. He took direction from the way her body moved, from the way she
breathed, the tiny mewling sounds she made.

He took a breath and a moment to
relish the feel of her firm, tight ass surrounding his cock. It cost him but he
moved slowly, grinding his teeth to keep himself grounded. Because he wanted
badly to pump, to thrust his cock to the hilt and pound into her, he slowed
down his breathing. He’d make it good for her. Make it special.

His patience was rewarded when she
began matching the rhythm of his tempered thrusts and with her pleasured
encouragement, let himself go.
 

He slumped against her and together
they fell onto the bed. Aware of his weight, Marco eased to the side and drew
Beth against him, spooning her. When his breathing was more even, he kissed her
neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She folded her hands over
his. “It was amazing. You felt too big at first, but you went so slowly the
stinging sensation soon went away.” She turned her head and gave him a sleepy
smile.

His stomach took a long slow roll as
warmth seeped into his bloodstream. “You’re beautiful, Beth.”

When he kissed her, she gave him
that slumberous smile again. “So are you.”

He drew her close, wrapping her
tight against him. Every time they were together he wanted her to be in no
doubt that she was the most amazing, most giving, most exciting woman he’d ever
known. He’d never felt about a woman the way he felt about Beth.

Shit. One damn thing was certain. No
fucking way was he sharing her. Not with anyone.

Chapter Thirteen

As Beth completed admin tasks in the
front office at the Center, she took a moment to check her emails hoping to
find one from Marco.

He was away on a stag trip for
Ethan’s final weekend as a bachelor, and already she missed him more than was
probably healthy. He’d called her that morning telling her to check her emails
later in the day because he had a surprise for her.

On finding no message from Marco,
Beth felt a twinge of regret, but it was hard to let the feeling linger because
for the past four weeks she’d been so darn happy she had to keep pinching
herself.

Having gathered up the latest
adoption folders for filing, she went out into reception humming contentedly.
She did a double take upon seeing Amber standing amongst the busy weekend
visitors, her arms full of blankets and old newspapers.

“Beth. I was hoping to run into
you.” Amber shot an infectious smile her way, but it didn’t stop Beth enduring
that residual squeeze of resentment she hadn’t quite been able to shake
whenever she thought of Amber’s history with Marco. Besides which, the woman
looked hot even in a sweatshirt and training pants.

“Hi.” Beth walked over and met Amber
as she came toward her. “What can I do for you?”
 

“Well, Marco mentioned you were
always short of blankets and newspapers, so I did a rally around at my office.
I hope you still need them.”

Beth took a bunch of newspapers off
the top of Amber’s pile. “Thanks. We always need them, especially when it’s
been raining so much like it has of late.”

“That’s good. About the blankets I
mean, not the rain. Have you got time for a coffee?”

Beth scrambled for an excuse as
Amber glanced toward the Center’s café. Passing the time of day discussing the
weather while standing in the foyer was easy enough, but coffee? That meant
chatting. Talking about other subjects. About Marco.