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dragged the tips of his fingers across her rigid nipples. “ I need more.  Ple-ease.”  Her voice cracked as his hands lifted the hem of her skirt and exposed the tender flesh of her thighs. 
    Marco stepped forward forcing Mina to step back towards the bed or lose her balance.  Another step and the hands had crept higher, each step accompanied by Marco’s uncovering of a new inch of territory, territory that he immediately claimed and conquered. 
    The quiet whisper of a zipper was magnified a thousand times in the darkness and Mina felt her dress gape and slither off her shoulders, the material parting  to expose her overheated skin to the cool room. Insistent fingers crept inside the lacy edge of her bra and she shifted intentionally, sending the fabric floating to the floor.
    “So beautiful.”  Marco lowered his head, peppering her bosom with kisses. His fingers worked her flesh, plucking and rolling her nipples between them until she couldn’t hold back the sounds of her pleasure.
    “That’s it,” he murmured, his hand cupping a breast and squeezing it gently, “Your breasts are perfect.  Full and luscious,” he gave a low growl and dropped his mouth to her skin.  “They’re so sweet. I just have to taste them.”
    Marco flicked his tongue against her nipple, catching it just hard enough to cause a gasp of surprise. He wrapped his lips around it, the heat of his mouth sending shockwaves through her as she shivered in his arms.  She could feel her heart pound, beating faster and faster, as he laved and suckled at her.  She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, she could only focus on the incredible feelings Marco was unleashing.
    She watched him, her eyes tiny slits, as he lavished her breasts with attention.  He caught her watching and smiled dangerously, taking a pebbled peak between his teeth and biting down.  Mina let out a little shriek, half of surprise and half pleasure, and Marco smiled again as he lightly kissed the tormented bud, soothing the sting and triggering another cascade of shivers that raced across her skin.
    “You respond so perfectly to me.”  Marco’s words sent a warm feeling of pride to spread through her. “I can’t wait to see you spread out under me.”  The banked heat flared and Mina trembled under the onslaught.
    “My legs are shaking,” she said with an embarrassed little laugh. She leaned into the strong column of Marco’s neck and buried her face against his skin, breathing in deeply, the scent of him both arousing and comforting.
    “That’s good,” he whispered, holding her tightly, letting her lean on him for strength. “But I warn you—I don’t intend to let it stop there. My intention is to have your whole body shaking.”  Mina’s eyes flew to his face and he dropped a kiss on her surprised lips. Almost as if he’d put her under a spell, her entire body began to quiver, and when her legs threatened to buckle he guided her to the edge of the bed, dropping her softly across the cool coverlet before lowering himself to join her.
    It was so different from the last time they’d been in this position.  Still fueled by passion, it was grounded in knowledge rather than mystery.  Desire burned between them, but it was tempered by experience. Mina wasn’t hungry for knowledge, she was hungry for  him ,—the whole of him—and she reveled in having him and being had by him.
    Marco shifted down the bed, the hands that she’d been fascinated by from the beginning caressing her languidly, drifting across her skin, setting off tremors in her abdominal muscles and waves of goose bumps. She shifted towards him trying to get closer to his heat, but just as she’d feel the rough hair on his arm, or the calloused ridges on his fingertips they’d ghost away leaving her aching for me.
    “Touch me,” she said.  She raised her arms to wrap around him, but Marco pushed them back down, trailing along lightly in a silent apology as he