Free Too Cold To Love by Doris O'Connor Page B

now.
    Unexpected tenderness welled up inside him, and
he dropped a kiss on her head before closing his eyes and letting Elise's
steady breathing lull him off to sleep, the smile still on his lips, imagining
all the sensual delights he would introduce her to over the next two weeks.
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    Elise was caught in the terrors of a familiar
nightmare. Blue eyes, an impish smile, a toddler's voice calling her.No. No, s top. No. The sickening tumble and the silence. Noooo. Rosie, Oh my
God. Rosie,no.
    Sickening dread sat on Elise. She couldn't
breathe – pain and misery and so much guilt. She couldn't stand it. She tried
to run, oh my God how she tried to run. She had to stop her, but she never got
there. Her feet moved like they were in syrup, precious little Rosie's giggle
cut off as she fell, fell, fell...
    "Elise, baby, wake up, you're dreaming. Elise !"
    Elise's eyes flew open. Her heart hammered in
her chest as her eyes slowly focused on Marco's worried face. His large hands
gripped her shoulders, and he shook her none too gently.
    "Finally, you were having some sort of a
nightmare . Hey, don't cry. Shhh, it’s ok.You're safe, shhhh."
    He lifted her and pulled her on his lap. He
gently rocked her as she cried into his shoulder, aware of his deep voice
rumbling in Italian. When she finally managed to get her desperate sobs under
control one of his hands gently lifted her face. He kissed her tears away and
murmured, “Want to talk about it, pasticcino?"
    "N...nnoo,” she hiccupped. “Please just
help me to forget. I don't want to talk. I can't. Please don't make me."
    "Shush, I would never make you do anything
you didn't want to do, not here, not when it's just the two of us... not when
it matters."
    Elise looked at him, and the tenderness in his
eyes took her breath away. His mouth sought hers, and all conscious thought
fled. The sensations of his tongue twirling with hers, his hands running
lightly down her back before they settled on her backside and gently squeezed,
nudging her closer to his suddenly all too obvious erection, had her wet in
seconds. Oh hell, he couldn't be ready to go again, surely.
    His smile was wickedness itself, when he raised
his head and looked at her. He took her hand and guided it to his cock.
    "Want to help me out here, wife?"
    Elise's heart went into overdrive. Her ragged
breathing matched his as he ran his tongue along her jaw line. He settled on
the spot on her neckthat, she had discovered mere hours ago, sent her into a
boneless bag of pure need. Every nerve ending in her body screamed his name.
    She barely recognized her own voice. "What
do you want me to do?"
    Marco nipped her lightly with his teeth, and
combined with the friction his stubble created on her overheated skin, Elise
couldn't help the earthy moan. She involuntarily rubbed her moist thighs
together.
    "Straddle me, pasticcino." He
breathed the words in her ear, and she shivered. His hands grabbed her hips,
helping her to position her wet pussy lips over the purple, swollen tip of his
rigid cock.
    Their eyes locked, and she lowered herself
slowly. Inch by delicious inch he slid into her, and she gasped at the
fullness.
    "I…I can't." Her breath came in short
gasps, and tears sprang to her eyes. "This isn't going to work."
    He laughed and trailed one hand across her hip
until he could tease her clitoris. He flicked the swollen bud, and Elise moaned
as the pleasure pain shot across her pussy. More of her juices seeped out of
her tight channel, aiding his cock further into her.
    "That's my girl. Relax. Let me in."
    Marco growled the words into her neck. Shivers
of anticipation danced down Elise's spine, and she angled her hips, taking him
deeper still. The slight soreness was replaced by pure pleasure, as the move
caused his cock to scrape against her g-spot. Her internal walls stretched
around the thick invasion, until she was so filled, she could hardly breathe.
    "Ride me."
    She followed the murmured demand instinctively,
gripping