Free Making Mina 3: Compromising Positions by Tacie Graves Page A

frustration, he closed his mouth on her and plunged his wandering finger deep inside.
    The sensation was overwhelming, and her body bowed, arching up off the desk as a tidal wave of sensation and emotion burst over her.  Marco never stopped, his elegant fingers plundering her depths, his tongue latched onto her, sucking and licking as she bucked against him.  His eyes never closed, and she knew he was watching her responses, drinking in her abandon as he drank her essence.  His whole attention was fixed on her--all that mattered was her. She felt her muscles clenching in waves, leaving her aching with the need to have him fill her emptiness.
    “Need you.” Her voice was ragged, her breathing so heavy that her mouth was completely dried out.  She forced herself to swallow, and tried again. “I need you. Please.”
    Marco didn’t answer, his eyes still focused on her body, watching as her pussy spasmed around his fingers. He worked them in and out, occasionally reaching out and swiping against her over-stimulated clit with his tongue.
    “You wanted to know,” he said. “You wanted to understand how I felt.”  He pulled away, his lips glistening with her wetness.  “We’ve only scratched the surface.”
    His eyes were wild and she let out a shriek as he pulled her forward, sliding her to the edge of the desk, papers and things flying everywhere.  Mina reached out and grabbed for him, trying to get her balance, but he moved too fast and she found herself flipped and bent over the edge of the desk.
    “What are you doing?” He’d never pushed her like this; never seemed so out of control.
    “What am I doing?” She heard the clink of his belt buckle as he unfastened his pants, and she felt the head of his cock as it pressed between her pussy lips.  Her muscles were still spasming from her orgasm and she could feel them pulling at him, sucking him deeper, and she moaned at the sensation. “I am making you forget.”
    He thrust deeply, sheathing himself completely and Mina let out a keening cry.  Marco filled her, stretching her fully, setting off shockwave after shockwave as he pumped through the echoes of her climax.  He held himself there, touching places so deep inside her that she felt like they were one person, until she felt the undeniable fire begin to burn again.
    “Do you know how many times I thought of this over the past three days?” Marco’s voice sounded like it came from far away, but it was just because all her attention was focused on where he was buried in her pussy.  “Every minute that passed, every dead end I ran into…” he pulled his cock out and rocked his hips, dipping the head back in, teasing her with its width, “I thought about you leaving, about never waking up with you beside me, never hearing you say you love me.”
    He slammed into her hard, forcing her against the desk, the unforgiving edge digging into the tops of her thighs. Her breasts were pressed tight against the cold surface, but she barely noticed.  Marco reached around her hip, pulling her back and moving her feet wider apart so he could reach the little knob of her clit.  He plucked at it and tugged on it, flicking his finger back and forth against it until she was rocking back against him, rolling her hips in a silent invitation as her muscles clamped down on him like a vise.
    “I fell asleep on the flight to Miami.” He sounded breathless, and Mina sobbed with the sensations that were coursing through her. “I dreamed of you, dreamed of wrapping my arms around you, your body heavy with our child, my ring on your finger. I swore when I woke and I realized it was only a dream, that I would make that dream come true.” His movements were becoming erratic and she clung to the sides of the desk to get enough leverage that she could push back against him, chasing the glorious climax that was just out of her reach.  Marco rolled her clit between his fingers and pinched it, making her scream as the world