“Yes. Yes.”

“Good. Then I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for.”

Before Ava could process his words, Marco was lifting her from his lap and laying her on the arm of the chair. Quickly he leaned over and took her into his mouth. Ava’s arousal crept from between her legs as the sounds of his suckling made her wetter and wetter. She clutched his head, pressing his face into her wet mound. As he feasted on her bud, Ava rocked against him.

She cried out. The force of the orgasm rocked her body, making her nearly fall off the arm of the sofa. She lay exhausted. Closing her eyes she tried to catch her breath. Her heart was threatening to leap from her chest if she didn’t get her breathing under control.

“Get it together, baby. We’re not done yet.”

Ava opened one eye to see Marco reaching for her. He grabbed her, forcing her to return to the position she was just in, straddling his waist. Only this time there was a new player in the game. His thick shaft stood up, strong and unbreakable. Quickly he put on a condom.

She felt weightless as he lifted and lowered her slowly onto the hard length of him. Inch by inch she slid over him. She felt her insides stretching to accommodate him. He was so much bigger than Joseph.

“Oh baby, you’re tight. So hot, tight and wet. I want all the way in you,” Marco groaned beneath her.

His fingers dug into her hips as he continued to ease her down on him. In a matter of seconds she was sitting completely on him.

“I’m almost afraid to move,” she admitted.

Marco gave her an easy smile. “I’ll give you a chance to adjust to me.” He pulled her forward and pressed his lips against her own. Her tongue rolled against his. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands slid from her waist, cupping her butt and lifting her before lowering her back down onto him. Ava broke the kiss and stared into his eyes behind the darkness of his mask.

“I know what you want,” she whispered.

“Show me.”

Leaning forward so that his eyes were on level with her chest, she moved up and down the length of him, almost completely sliding off. The friction felt so good.

“Fuck yeah,” Marco groaned.

He pressed his face into the swells of her chest. A sense of empowerment overtook Ava. He was at her mercy and it was time to show him who was boss. Grabbing his shoulders, she sat upright and began to grind against him, and then up and down over the hard length of him. Marco’s hands dug into her hips as he forced her to increase the pace. In tandem, their joined bodies moved in a frenzied manner, each seeking their own release.

Ava’s sides were starting to hurt where Marco clutched her so tightly but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but finding her release. Gripping his shoulders even tighter she rode him harder and harder until her release claimed her. Her body constricted around him, milking him for all he was worth. She collapsed against him, no longer able to hold herself upright.

Marco grabbed her and pumped into her so fast she feared falling off his lap and then he was groaning his release out loud. His hand freed her hips and fell weakly to his sides. They stayed together that way, their pants filling the silence of the room. Ava shook as she tried to manage sitting upright. She stared down at Marco. She could see the faintest sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes watched her.

“Not bad,” he said. “Not bad at all.”

“Not bad. Do you know how long it’s been since I—” Ava caught herself. There was no reason to tell this man all of her business. He was a stranger. A stranger with a really big cock.

“It’s been a long time since you were with someone. I know. I can tell.”

“Then perhaps you could refrain from making comments like that,” Ava snapped.

“I was only teasing you. Didn’t want to boost your head by telling you that just might be the best I’ve ever had,” Marco said.

He hoisted Ava into his arms and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. Once there, he sat her on the bed and removed her shoes and dress. Then he turned back the covers and tucked her into bed naked.

“Stay,” she said.

“I intend to.”

Ava lay back and watched Marco as he undressed. She bit her lip when he stood before her nude, except for the mask. She was almost tempted to tell him to take it off. Almost. But no, she enjoyed the anonymity the masks offered them both.

But his body… Broad shoulders, muscled chest, tight abs. The man had been made to pleasure a woman. She turned back the covers inviting him into bed with her. The bed dipped beneath his weight as he climbed in next to her. Unable to help herself, she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. She could feel her wetness still on him. He said nothing. He simply lay there, arms above his head, letting her have her way. Soon it happened. He rose in her hand, hard and thick. Without a word, Marco rolled on top of her and thrust inside. Ava’s legs wrapped around him, eager to have him once again.

Chapter Thirteen

Rolling over, she reached for the space beside her and found it empty. She stretched and winced. Her legs were sore as was the place between them. Obviously it had been a lot longer than she thought.

She sat up and looked around. Her room was quiet. It appeared that she was alone. Good. She needed a breather after the night she’d just experienced. Marco took stamina to a whole new level. She’d lost count of all the ways he’d flipped and turned her body as he sought to please her. Honestly, she probably could be fine without sex the rest of their time on the yacht, but there was no reason to waste a good thing. Which brought her back to wondering where Marco was.

She pushed back the black comforter and jerked the black sheet around her waist. As she did, a piece of paper fluttered beside her. Ava picked it up.

My insatiable temptress,

As much as I enjoyed watching you sleep, the temptation to wake you and begin again was too strong so for a few hours I am letting you rest, but be assured that I will return and be ready to pick up right where we left off.

Marco

Trying to ignore her new aches and pains, she pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her. Getting up, she surveyed the room. For the first time she noticed a small closet. Walking over to it, she opened it and found her suitcase and carry-on bag.

She pulled her luggage from the closet and placed it on the bed. Well at least I can have a break without that mask on. Ava didn’t know what the other women on the boat were planning on doing the rest of this weekend, but she had made sure to have a new mask to wear each day. No reason to let her identity be discovered if she didn’t have to. Rummaging through her suitcase, she picked out a red one-shouldered dress that belted at the waist, emphasizing her figure. A pair of red stilettos would complete the ensemble. A black demi-cup bra with no straps and a thong would go under her dress just in case Marco was ready to go another round. But then again, maybe she was overestimating her allure. Maybe he’d had his fill and was done, but she certainly hoped not and if so she needed to be ready.

And that meant she had to get a move on, getting showered and dressed before he came back. Grabbing the travel bag holding her toiletries and clothes, she went into the bathroom. Turning on the light, she was pleasantly surprised. She’d been expecting a small tub with a shower curtain around it. Instead she was staring at an opulent shower, large enough for two people to bathe in comfortably. A long hot shower would soon be completely in order, but first she had to do something about the smeared makeup on her face. Ava hummed to herself as she cleaned her face. She couldn’t believe she was humming. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d hummed.