Read Making Mina 2: Strings Attached Online
Authors: Tacie Graves
He pushed his cock a little deeper and rotated his hips, wrenching a little cry from her before returning to his shallow teasing. “If I give you what you want, are you going to run away again?”
Mina couldn’t believe it. The bastard was blackmailing her by withholding sex. “No! I’m not going to run away again. I promise.” She looked at him, willing him to believe her and something he saw in her face must have convinced him, and she watched his hunger overrun his control.
“I will hold you to that,” he said finally, slowly rocking his hips deeper, each stroke conquering new territory. Mina clutched at his back, dragging her nails across his skin leaving red welts in her wake. Marco hissed as the sudden pain and snapped his hips forward, plunging his entire length into her, stealing her breath as he stretched her like she’d never been before.
Mina knew she was lost. There was no use fighting him, because she’d really only be fighting herself. She wanted him, wanted what he could make her feel even if it was fleeting, and she wasn’t going to let this slip away. She dragged her nails down Marco’s back again, reveling in the shortness of breath it caused, and raised up where she could kiss the column of his neck, nipping and sucking at whatever skin she could reach, trying to pull him deeper into her.
Marco’s eyes widened, surprised at her aggressive behavior, but it only drove him harder. “You want me.” It wasn’t a question but she still answered, her voice raw with need. “So much. Want you so much.”
He could feel her pulsing around him as he pumped into her, the passion between them burning hotter than ever before. He thrust slow and hard, every stroke filling her completely, and Mina was quickly losing control. Nature was teaching her, urging her to things she’d never done before. She gave her hips a little experimental roll and both of them moaned as her clit rubbed against Marco’s pelvis.
It felt so good having him buried inside her. It was better than anything she could remember. Marco lifted her, arching her back over his hands, and as she rolled her hips again he caught a tightly furled nipple in his mouth. Mina felt like there was an electric current connecting her nipple and her clit, and she let out a wail as a second orgasm crashed over her.
Marco held himself completely still as Mina came, her pussy fluttering and pulsing around him. She ground her hips hard into his as she felt the earth shake around her. She clung to Marco’s shoulders, shuddering against him, her hips still moving franticly as she rode out her orgasm.
She drew in a shuddering breath, the waves of pleasure receding slowly, only to be pulled tightly against Marco’s chest, her breasts flattened against him, her nipples super-sensitized as they rubbed against him. She heard him, as from a distance, as he whispered in her ear, “Hold on to me. Tightly.”
With only that warning, Marco began to move in earnest. His hands held her in an iron grasp as he drew nearly all the way out only to slam completely back in so she felt every inch of him pounding through her. Her head fell back, her neck arched until her blonde curls spread wildly behind her, her body bowed in pleasure. Her nails bit into his shoulders leaving little half-moons as he fucked her through the spasms of her orgasm.
“Oh God,” she cried, as she felt him thrusting, pounding, giving her no chance to come down or catch her breath. “I want you to come again.” That dark voice cut through the haze in her brain, but surely what he was asking was impossible.
“I can’t,” she moaned as he shifted again, pushing and pulling through the sucking tightness of her pussy.
“You can, and you will.” Marco lifted her from the bed, pulling from her for as long as it took to flip her face-down into the comforter. He raised her hips in line with his own, her body unresisting, until her shoulders and arms rested on a pillow below him, and he plunged his cock back into her depths.
This position was new to her but the surprise was quickly overcome by the sensation of Marco reaching even deeper than before, his cock hitting spots inside her that she’d never even known existed. A groan of pleasure escaped her and Marco grunted in satisfaction. He slammed into her, not giving her a chance to adjust. He pressed one palm between her shoulders and pushed her down into the bed, his other hand tight on her hip as he rode her hard. Mina could hear the slapping of skin on skin as he practically bounced off the curve of her ass.
Mina had never experienced anything like it. Even with Marco before, he hadn’t been this forceful, this insistent. He was lost in her and it was intoxicating.
Marco slid his hand from her hip, around until his fingers found the point where they were joined. He thrummed across her clit, catching it and worrying it until she felt her climax teetering just out of her reach.
“I’m going to make you come for me again,” he said, his words were matter-of-fact, but his voice was rough with passion. He rolled her clit between his fingers, once, twice, and then she screamed.
She was flying. Nothing else could describe the feeling—she barely heard her own ragged breathing, or the slapping of skin as Marco continued to move. He was so deep inside her that she could feel her pussy flexing and undulating along his length, until the contractions finally snapped his control. He grabbed her hips with both hands, his grip was so tight he left bruises in his wake, and began to thrust as much as her body would allow. She pulsed and constricted around him, and he plunged into her, over and over, through the sucking fist of her pussy, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. His balls pulled up tight and he stiffened behind her, coming inside her with a strangled groan.
Marco leaned forward, curling around her back, and coaxed her gently until she shifted, bonelessly, onto her side. She felt him slide from her oversensitive channel, but he didn’t roll away and fall into the sleep of the sated. Instead he wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her backwards in the crumpled bed until her bottom rested against his now softening length. With one hand he grabbed the duvet that had been shoved unceremoniously to the side during their mad coupling and pulled it over her, protecting her from the chill in the air.
Lying there in the darkness, Mina focused on the heart beating against her back. It was strong and steady and as the moments passed it slowed into an almost hypnotic counterpoint to her breathing. It was the most natural seeming thing in the world to have him wrapped around her, his strong arms holding her tightly, his legs entwined with hers, and when the little worried voice tried to whisper words of warning, she shut it up by wiggling once against Marco’s chest and feeling his arms tighten even more around her.
“Stop that,” he said, dropping a kiss at the nape of her neck, “or I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”
Mina blushed in the darkness as she realized the effect her movements were having on him. The crazy thing was she wanted to roll her bottom against him, wanted to entice and excite him, even though she’d just been thoroughly fucked.
“I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” Her voice quavered and Marco dropped more kisses along her skin. “Not stop—never stop cara—just relax for now. Rest. I was not… gentle, and I don’t want to hurt you. You just drive me a little crazy; I can’t seem to control myself when I’m with you.”
The fear that had been nibbling at her faded. He didn’t want her to stop. He wanted her—still wanted her.
“This isn’t just a fling is it?” She sounded surprised, even to herself, and Marco answered with a low chuckle. “No, Mina mia. This is not just a fling.”
Mina didn’t speak. Didn’t know what to say. Everything had changed—her whole world had shifted—but instead of feeling wrong, it all felt oddly
right
.
“This changes things.” Mina felt the arms around her tighten reflexively, and then relax, as if Marco were willing himself to be calm in the face of whatever she had to say.
“I don’t see how,” he argued quietly, “you wanted this. You wanted me. You still want me.” He plucked a nipple, eliciting a groan from her as it hardened under his fingers. “You cannot run away from me this time. I will not allow it.”
His words washed over her, and she thrilled at the determination in his voice.
“Oh I wasn’t thinking about running away,” she rolled slightly, shifting so she could bring her hand up to cup his whisker-rough jaw. “I was just realizing that we’re going to have to move all my clothes again.” Her eyes darkened and her lips parted as she leaned up to kiss him. “It would be terribly inconvenient to have to go to the other end of the apartment to get dressed every morning.”
Understanding flared in Marco’s eyes and the look on his face left her breathless.
“You’re assuming that if you stay here I will let you out of bed.” A long finger trailed hotly down her body, leaving her shivering in its wake, and she nodded.
“You’ll have to let me up,” she said, turning her face into his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t see the blush staining her cheeks. “If you don’t then I’ll never get to have sex in an elevator.”
Marco’s fingers stilled and for a moment there was nothing but silence. Mina waited, certain that she’d crossed a line, but then a rumble started deep in his chest, rising and getting louder until his whole body was shaking with laughter as he held her.
“My God, you never cease to amaze me,” he said when his amusement had finally faded. “No woman has ever kept me guessing the way you have.”
Mina’s earlier embarrassment disappeared, replaced by a warm feeling of contentment as she realized that she could probably say anything to this man and he’d accept it, and her, and never think less of her for it. She smiled to herself and Marco raised an eyebrow in inquiry. “What are you smiling at now, my little wanton? Is there another itch you would particularly like scratched?”
Mina sighed, knowing that Marco would rise to the challenge no matter what fantasy she came up with, but she shook her head—there was plenty of time to explore the physical freedom Marco promised. Right now she was simply enjoying being with him. “No, I’m just happy.”
Marco looked down at her, his eyes surprisingly gentle. “I am very glad to hear that.” He shifted them so they were wrapped around each other, caressing her until the motion lulled her to the edge of sleep.
“I dreamed of this the first night we were together,” he said softly, so as not to break the hypnotic spell of his fingers. “I held you in the darkness and imagined how it would be holding you, making love to you every night. To know that you’d be in my bed. Always.”
Always.
The word caused Mina’s breath to hitch in her throat.
“Does the reality live up to your fantasy?” Her words were light, but her heart stopped in her chest as she waited for his answer.
“Absolutely.” There was no question in his voice and Mina released the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “This time you’re real.”
“That’s not always a good thing,” she whispered, needing to voice at least some of her fears.
“Having you with me is always a good thing.” His voice brooked no argument and Mina snuggled tightly against him, hoping, for once, that she was wrong.
They lay like that, silently, until Mina felt herself slipping into the dark comfort of sleep, the only reality being Marco’s arms around her, and the tethers of new love binding her tightly.
“Do you have a passport?” The words jarred her into half-wakefulness and she raised up on her elbows to look at him. “Yes. Of course. Why?”
Marco nudged her back down on the bed, unhappy that she’d left his embrace. His voice was thick and sleepy. “You will need it if you’re to come home with me.” He patted her hip and yawned. “Don’t worry about it. I will take care of everything tomorrow.”
His hand slid up and rested possessively on her breast, his fingers curled around the weight of it, not willing to let her go even in sleep.
“You’re going to love Italy,” he murmured, a soft satisfied sound. “And my family is going to love you.”
Mina’s eyes snapped open in the darkness.
His
family
?
About the Author
Tacie Graves isn’t schizophrenic; she just writes what the voices in her head tell her to. Living in the middle of the Midwest with her husband and two children, her days are spent in a whirlwind of activities that always somehow lead back to her writing desk and the sexy stories that come alive there (which can be difficult sometimes when she has to explain why she’s looking at the pool guy just
so
.) She writes erotica for every woman because we can all use a little extra spice in our lives sometimes. Oh, and because the voices told her to.
Making Mina: Strings Attached. Copyright © 2012 by Tacie Graves. All rights reserved.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used facetiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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