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rhythm, building it slowly. His thumb had slid over my clit and was circling it now, pressing around it like he was trying to stave off my orgasm.
    “More,” I demanded.
    “Anything for you,” he said, then added another finger inside of me. I bucked against his hand. It was tight and his fingers were thick. It had been a while for me and I was starting to doubt if I could fit the rest of him inside me. Sure it fit in my mouth, but I use that hole every day. Don’t even dare me about foot long corndogs.
    “Show me your beauty, c ara mia ,” he growled against my mouth.
    I wasn’t totally sure what that meant, but I was really, really hoping he wanted me to come. I was so close, I just needed a little more.
    “More,” I whimpered this time.
    His fingers inside me dug deep and his thumb pushed down on my clit. I strained for it and the wave crashed over me. Lights flashed behind my eyes, as the orgasm traveled over my body. My pussy clenched his fingers over and over trying to suck him in deeper. It was perfect, he never stopped what he was doing, just let me find it on my own.

Chapter 9
     
    As I started to relax, enjoying the afterglow of a delicious orgasm, my brain started picking up he was speaking in Italian as he placed kisses over my face and neck. I had no idea what he was saying. He could be telling me about the weather, but damn, it sounded sexy.
    I felt his arms move to my legs and wrap both around his hips. He started walking to the pool stairs. As he stepped up, I tried to let go, but his arms tightened around me. He carried me, yes carried me out of the pool! I’d never had a man attempt to lift me up. Marco didn’t look like he was straining at all.
    He walked us over to a large lounger that was set with a deep canopy that came over halfway down the top and sides of the bed. It offered some privacy, but not total.
    “I know I should take you inside, but I can’t wait, my dove.”
    He kneeled onto the cushion and laid me back on the smooth surface. Luckily it was warm enough tonight we would be dry in no time.
    Marco sat back on his knees and just looked at me. His eyes scanning head to toe. They would stop and ponder some particular piece of me for a moment. The heat in his eyes altering and growing, then they would continue their journey.
    Strong hands started moving along my limbs. Up my legs and over my thighs, across my belly and skimming the underside of my breasts. He even ran his hands down my arms until they laced with my fingers. Pulling them up, he gave each one a kiss on the backs of my hands.
    “Tell me. Tell me you’re mine, that I can have you.”
    Hmm, I might be a bit low on the self esteem level, but I was no fool.
    “Yes, Marco, I’m yours.”
    A white smile flashed in the dark and he leaned down to kiss me. Softly at first, but then with great urgency. Hands moved over my body, cupping and squeezing my breasts. I arched into his hands, then with a magic move, my top was gone. Anywhere but Vegas this would seem strange, but I’d seen enough magician acts to know anything was possible.
    My brain was trying to locate the missing top when his hot wet mouth came down on my taut nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flicking the end and his teeth nipping my sensitive flesh. Marco gave both breasts equal attention as I felt my pussy heating up under my cool suit.
    “So soft, so delicious and now they’re mine,” Marco murmured into my skin.
    “Hmm, yours,” I managed through my pleasure fog.
    Marco sat back again, releasing my nipple with a pop. His fingers slid up my thighs and tugged on both knots of my bikini bottom. The fabric fell way and the little white scrap was barely covering me. A strong breeze could move it and leave me exposed.
    Instead Marco stared at that triangle and then with reverent moves, like he was opening a highly anticipated Christmas present, he peeled it away.
    My tiny landing strip of hair was neatly trimmed but I was nervous he wouldn’t