Grayslake: More than Mated: The Right Spot (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Bianca D'Arc
Authors: Bianca D'Arc
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than she wanted Mario in this moment.
She slid her fingers over his body, learning the slopes and valleys of his muscles. He was gorgeous, and in superb physical condition, but it was the way he treated her—with respect and even admiration—that really flipped her switch.
There was one problem though. Her clothes weren’t disappearing fast enough. He was working hard at it, but she wanted to help. The sooner the fabric was out of the way, the sooner she could get what she wanted most in all the world at that very moment: him.
Her hands tangled with his until between them, they’d managed to remove her dress. She’d worn a lacy pink set of matching bra and panties from an upscale lingerie shop that she’d bought because she liked frilly things, but never really got to wear. She was glad she’d had the pretty undies in her closet for this occasion.
And it seemed Mario liked them too. He sat back and just looked at her, his eyes flaring emerald in the low light of the bedroom.
“You’re gorgeous, querida .” The sexy rumble of his voice washed over her senses. “If I’d known you were hiding this pretty pink confection under your clothing, I probably would never have made it through dinner.”
She liked the honest admiration in his eyes. She knew he meant every word and the feminine part of her that had always longed to hear such things from a lover was flattered.
His hands traced gently over her skin, making her body tingle in all the right ways. He outlined her waist, then surprised her by going directly for her panties. As he lowered the fabric, he also lowered his head, kissing his way down from her belly button to the apex of her thighs.
She was shivering when he sat back on his haunches and used the flimsy fabric of her panties to raise her legs. He slid the panties off completely, then took hold of her ankles and spread her legs wide.
And then he just sat there, looking at her, grinning.
“I want to remember this,” he said just as she was starting to wonder what was going on. “I want to remember every detail of our first night together.”
He ran his fingers down her calves, then behind her knees and up the insides of her thighs. She was practically trembling as he spread her wide and then dipped to lick at her clit.
The texture of his tongue was a little different. Maybe a little rougher, but absolutely perfect. She squirmed under his ministrations, but he held her firmly in place while he brought her to a fast climax. Only after she’d quieted a little did he raise his head.
“That is the first of many,” he promised her, purring in a way that made her insides turn to jelly.
“I want you inside me for the next one, lover,” she told him, able to form words and sentences again.
“As my lady commands.” He tilted his head slightly in an old world gesture, though his lips smiled and his eyes held deviltry.
“Really?” She smiled too, enjoying this little game. She’d never really been able to play with a man like this. Usually it was wham, bam, don’t hurt me ma’am, but Mario showed absolutely no fear of her or her bear. She liked that. A lot.
“Truly,” he whispered, kissing the inside of her knee. “Whatever you want, you shall have.” He kissed her other knee. “Especially since it’s what I want too.”
She laughed out loud at his audacity as he climbed over her, holding himself propped up on one arm while his other hand played with the front closure of her frilly pink bra. She’d never laughed in bed with a man before, and she found she liked that a lot too.
The bulging muscles in his left arm were rock solid as he held himself perfectly still above her, his right hand rubbing little circles over the skin between her breasts, where the catch lay. Was he going to unhook it? Could he manage it with one hand? If she was a betting woman, she’d say a Latin lover like Mario Brandon would be able to undo the complicated hook with his teeth if he wanted to. He’d
She slid her fingers over his body, learning the slopes and valleys of his muscles. He was gorgeous, and in superb physical condition, but it was the way he treated her—with respect and even admiration—that really flipped her switch.
There was one problem though. Her clothes weren’t disappearing fast enough. He was working hard at it, but she wanted to help. The sooner the fabric was out of the way, the sooner she could get what she wanted most in all the world at that very moment: him.
Her hands tangled with his until between them, they’d managed to remove her dress. She’d worn a lacy pink set of matching bra and panties from an upscale lingerie shop that she’d bought because she liked frilly things, but never really got to wear. She was glad she’d had the pretty undies in her closet for this occasion.
And it seemed Mario liked them too. He sat back and just looked at her, his eyes flaring emerald in the low light of the bedroom.
“You’re gorgeous, querida .” The sexy rumble of his voice washed over her senses. “If I’d known you were hiding this pretty pink confection under your clothing, I probably would never have made it through dinner.”
She liked the honest admiration in his eyes. She knew he meant every word and the feminine part of her that had always longed to hear such things from a lover was flattered.
His hands traced gently over her skin, making her body tingle in all the right ways. He outlined her waist, then surprised her by going directly for her panties. As he lowered the fabric, he also lowered his head, kissing his way down from her belly button to the apex of her thighs.
She was shivering when he sat back on his haunches and used the flimsy fabric of her panties to raise her legs. He slid the panties off completely, then took hold of her ankles and spread her legs wide.
And then he just sat there, looking at her, grinning.
“I want to remember this,” he said just as she was starting to wonder what was going on. “I want to remember every detail of our first night together.”
He ran his fingers down her calves, then behind her knees and up the insides of her thighs. She was practically trembling as he spread her wide and then dipped to lick at her clit.
The texture of his tongue was a little different. Maybe a little rougher, but absolutely perfect. She squirmed under his ministrations, but he held her firmly in place while he brought her to a fast climax. Only after she’d quieted a little did he raise his head.
“That is the first of many,” he promised her, purring in a way that made her insides turn to jelly.
“I want you inside me for the next one, lover,” she told him, able to form words and sentences again.
“As my lady commands.” He tilted his head slightly in an old world gesture, though his lips smiled and his eyes held deviltry.
“Really?” She smiled too, enjoying this little game. She’d never really been able to play with a man like this. Usually it was wham, bam, don’t hurt me ma’am, but Mario showed absolutely no fear of her or her bear. She liked that. A lot.
“Truly,” he whispered, kissing the inside of her knee. “Whatever you want, you shall have.” He kissed her other knee. “Especially since it’s what I want too.”
She laughed out loud at his audacity as he climbed over her, holding himself propped up on one arm while his other hand played with the front closure of her frilly pink bra. She’d never laughed in bed with a man before, and she found she liked that a lot too.
The bulging muscles in his left arm were rock solid as he held himself perfectly still above her, his right hand rubbing little circles over the skin between her breasts, where the catch lay. Was he going to unhook it? Could he manage it with one hand? If she was a betting woman, she’d say a Latin lover like Mario Brandon would be able to undo the complicated hook with his teeth if he wanted to. He’d
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