Mi Carino (19 page)

“
Still cold?” Diego asked, his mouth against her ear.

“
Yes.”

His hold grew tight. His body impossibly warm against her backside considering his chest was bare.

“
I wanted you.”

“
Why didn’t you come for me, I was upstairs.”

“
No I mean I wanted you, the first time I saw you I wanted you.”

“
Oh, um, okay.”

“
I understand you American women are different. My wants were not important—then.” His cheek pressed to her, his mouth moving against the corner of hers. “That is no longer the case between us. No? I will please you Marcella, but you will please me in return. I’ve held back from showing you how much. Can I show you now?”

His hands went lower and she could feel the belt tied to her waist loosen. Slowly it was drawn out of its loops, and then he tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her. Marcella touched the binding with one hand and gripped the front of her robe with the other to keep it from blowing open by the night wind. She didn’t dare speak. Marcella wasn’t sure what he wanted. However, she remained convinced to give it to him.

“
I’m used to the cold, it makes your heart beat faster, your blood warm under your skin. Relax, feel it?”

“
I just feel cold.” She tried to turn from the harsh push of the wind to wrap her arms around his waist and he stopped her.

“
I will keep you warm.”

The robe she wore blew further apart and she tried to cover herself. To her surprise he loosened his embrace to force the robe from her shoulders and then stripped it away. “Stop.”

“
Shhh.”

He turned her in his embrace, his mouth covering hers, his tongue darting in and out with sexy sweeps as he walked her to the edge of the balcony. Suddenly fear gripped her. She recalled the steep cliff and the rocky slopes. Marcella pressed her hands to his chest to object but he heaved her up so she half sat on the edge of the banister. She screamed in fright, hooking her nails into him, her feet kicking. It dawned on her that if she struggled she could actually go over. That only made her panic more, clawing at him to put her down. Then she realized he wasn’t tossing her over the edge, but pinning her to the edge.

“
I-I-I-don’t-like-this.” She stammered through hard deep breaths.

“
You need to surrender to it Marcella. Let go of your fear, cling to me. Trust me.”

The bite of the abrasive wood on her ass was nothing compared to the frosty wind shoving hard against her back. Her nipples stung, they were so tight, frozen. Who knew the cold would burn? Before she screamed for release she felt him enter her once more. He held her tight around the waist, she kept her arms circled around his neck and he thrust deeper, biting her shoulder blade when he was fully seated. Marcella cried out from the passionate bite and her head fell back. Her hair dried and became wild in the wind, and her back arched as she hung perilously over the edge of the balcony. She pressed her lips together once her body became fire and ice. He hotly drove inch after inch of his pulsating cock in and out of her as the chilly wind battered her from all angles. Pleasure and pain mixed as the wind howled in her ear a warning of much more.

The blindfold shielded her from her reckless actions. If she had seen the dangerous game they played she would have never submitted. Would she?

Diego held her tightly, his hold never slipped. He thrust up into her over and over with his cock driving in and out of her. He kissed the bruised skin where he bit her then sucked and licked her neck. Again heat infused under her skin and suddenly she wasn’t as cold. She felt as if the blood in her veins had consisted of fire. She actually locked her legs around his waist and pumped her hips for more. He hit every nerve ending inside of her pussy, distressing her clitoris to the point of a nuclear explosion. And it happened. A climax so intensely rapturous she actually wept through her release.

Diego brought her down from the balcony and her ass burned with the sting. The tears on her cheeks were dried by the wind. He remained a rod of iron in her. How he controlled himself to this point she’d never understand. She feared he hadn’t ejaculated all night. Then he dropped with her in his arms on the cool deck. If Marcella thought the wind to her back was torture, the cool wood underneath her skin had been ten times worse.

Diego pulled out of her. She snatched off her blindfold and peered down the line of her shivering body as he eased down dipping his tongue in her navel before going lower. Her knees were shaking so badly he put his hands to the tops of them and stopped the action.

Then his hot mouth covered her pussy. Marcella crossed her arms and held herself against the pleasure and the maddening cold. He lifted his face from her sex, and released her knees. His thumb brushed over the soft folds of the outer lips of her pussy. She struggled to regulate her breathing. It was so cold on the deck, much worse than when he had her pinned against it. Now she felt as if she rested on a block of ice. Her teeth chattered.

He spread her. And a dry cold wind flowed up against her pussy nearly extinguishing the heat there.

“
My
, my, my...
” Diego said. His voice had changed to a deeper, huskier growl. “So pink and pretty, the prettiest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

Marcella trembled.

His hands spread her open to his mouth and he went straight for her clit. His tongue rapidly swiped at her in long strokes. The soft tease spread warmth from her toes to her scalp. Slowly her tremors eased. His lips sealed over the swelling bud and he applied pressure until her hips bucked in response. That amazing tongue of his wiggled against the most sensitive part of her body. Marcella clenched her teeth to stop them from chattering, smashing her pussy up into his face as he thrust his tongue into her clenching channel and fucked her with his mouth. Before she could climax he was on her again, giving her his cold hard cock, which should have been frozen as it pressed against the hard terrace floor.

Penetration of cold steel into her warm core sent a cry of pleasure from her.

Diego cursed in Spanish and nearly growled as he fucked her hard and fast. She clung to his back writhing in rhythm with his thrusts enjoying every single inch of him. Oh how she enjoyed it. Together they joined and catapulted to another stratosphere before crashing in deep orgasmic shakes through an earth shattering release.

Tuesday –

“
Marcella? You in there?” Susan asked.

Dazed Marcella glanced up. A concerned smile on her friend’s face as she stared at her curiously made her straighten her posture. She’d gone completely out of the conversation. “I’m sorry, my mind is….”

Susan blinked rapidly, then laughed. “What?”

“
Diego.”

“
Diego?”

“
That’s his name. He’s all I can think about Susan,” She lifted her head and the diamonds in her ears made Susan gasp.

“
Girl let me see!” Susan marched over and gripped her chin turning her face upward. She appeared too stunned for words.

“
It’s a gift. From him.”

“
These are what… three carats? Jeesh girl we should have them on display they’re so beautiful.”

“
I know.” She tore her face away. “I’m giving them back. I would never keep them. He insisted and when he does, I get weak. It’s stupid, I barely know the man. And now… I can’t stop thinking of him. I, um, I’m taking off the rest of the week.” Marcella sucked in a tight breath. “I’m going to be spending the night with him at his place.”

Susan just stood there staring. “Are you for real?  We got to deal with Katchner.”

“
I’ll deal with him soon enough. I already called Garrett and he’s okay with it. I need you to feed Ginger, and watch over things.”

Marcella rose from her chair and reached for her sweater.

“
What’s going on with you?” Susan’s tone lowered with concern. “I mean I know you like him but you’re going to go stay with him? Seriously? Blow off work and just what? Be with him?”

“
He’s…” Marcella stopped. “I can’t explain it. It’s just a few days. We’re going to spend more time together. I’ll be home Sunday. I’ve got to go.” She picked up her purse. When Susan called out to her in a voice tight with worry, she managed to flash a confident smile. “I’m doing what you said I should, going with the moment.”

Susan nodded. “Right. The moment. Be careful. Let me meet this Casanova sweetie.”

“
You will, and soon. I promise.”

Marcella parked in front of the beach house. Monday he asked her to stay a few days. He said he wanted to spend the day with her on the beach. It would give her a chance to get to know him. More importantly, it would give her an opportunity to be with him uninterrupted. Crazy as it sounded even to her, she could not refuse his request. Once out of the car she retrieved her garment bag and duffle, and then closed the doors.

When she looked up, a very handsome black man stepped out of the beach house. He wore sunglasses and a dark suit. His head lifted and he froze. Marcella paused. This man wasn’t the driver. Even behind the coffee colored lens of his sunglasses, he possessed an intense presence when his gaze focused solely on her. Susan would be all over him. She walked toward him and when she arrived at the door he stepped down, still he towered over her like Diego. Athletically built with broad shoulders and long legs in an expensively tailored suit, she couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his skin appeared under the waning sunlight. Brown as roasted chestnuts and evenly smooth over his strong features, his hair was tapered low through the crown of his head with a hint of a dark wave pattern. She swallowed. The stranger pressed his lips together and his gaze lowered. She felt his perusal as his eyes made a slow climb from her shoes, to her hips, her breasts, then her face.
Christ who was he?

“
Hi,” Marcella stammered.

“
You must be Marcella?” he spoke in a low smooth voice.

She smiled, glad that Diego mentioned her. “I am.” she dropped her garment bag over her other arm and offered her hand. “I’m Diego’s friend.”

He took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips. “I’m Lance.”

“
Nice to meet you, Lance.”

With a sly smirk and curt nod he lowered her hand.

“
Is Diego inside?”

“
He is.” Lance looked back to the door then to her. “Again, nice to meet you Marcella,” he said then stepped around her toward the sleek black sports car parked in the driveway. Marcella watched him go. Lance never turned back to her.

Diego’s friend or business partner? Marcella couldn’t be sure. The man certainly left an impression. Again her mind switched to Susan and how she’d be all over the man. She smiled, and went inside, thinking to ask Diego more about the mystery man. Finally, she met someone connected to him. Halfway through the living room Diego surprised her from behind. Her bags dropped with a hard thud and her feet left the ground. He swept her up in his arms like a bride.

“
Oh my God! Diego, put me down.”