Her Sicilian Arrangement (15 page)

“Are
you ready? Look at me…” She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
She was ready and she was prepared to do the one thing she had
truly wanted to do for a very long time.

Marco placed the tip of the shaft at her opening and then
penetrated slowly causing her to grab tightly at his back and gasp.
“Marco…!” she murmured her teeth clenched.

“I’m
sorry. It’ll be okay soon.” And he held her hands down above her
head and sank deeper—but slowly—inside of her. Marco had never made
love to a virgin before…all his women had been experienced and to
his advantage, very brave. Meagan was a whole other story but
luckily for him, he had enough knowledge in his hands to take her
through her sexual initiation. He was trying to be as tender as he
could be and he was. Her facial expression unsettled him as she
frowned deeply and made odd sobbing sounds. Yes, he was worried,
wondering if he was being too hard on her. “Just a little while
longer…,” he reassured her, hoarsely and then let out a deep groan
as he sunk much deeper and her warm feminine core enclosed his
shaft. It was a few seconds before he could look at her and when he
did, he saw her looking up at him, tears running down both cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Are you okay?”

“
I’m—I’m fine…,” she said, sniffling lightly. “Just…don’t move
as yet.”

Marco obeyed her request even though it was killing him not to
and he sighed, watching her chest and breasts rise and fall slowly.
She then nodded at him and he took that as his cue to move
gradually and smoothly against her in a rhythm that seemed ancient
to him but worked marvelously in the current situation. Meagan
sighed and closed her eyes as the pain slowly eased and her core
pulsated, the gentle sliding of his erection driving her insane. It
was nowhere near what she had expected…it was somehow better and
pulled his head down to hers into a deep kiss. Marco slid his
tongue in her mouth and teased hers into his as he sucked
soothingly on it till she moaned beneath his lips. She was so much
more sensual that she was aware of and he was profoundly obliged.
Before he knew it, her legs were encircling his waist and she had
raised her knees high around him, expanding his access to
her.

It
was not long before he felt his entire body contracting and he
clenched his jaw tightly to embrace the moment of his climax. But
then it hit him! He was not using a condom! How could he forget?
His eyes widened as he recognized the error that he had never made
before in his life. She had made it clear that she was not on the
pill—well, why would she be if she had not been sexually active? He
cursed severely in his native language and then was about to say
something, when she covered his mouth with her hand, looking too
lovely up at him and releasing open-mouthed gasps. “Please don’t
stop…,” she panted. “Don’t…”

“I
have to—I am not protected,
mia tesora
.”

“
Don’t stop,” she pleaded and threw her head back, sinking her
fingernails into his back and he winced in strain as his entire
body went still and they groaned together in what seemed like the
most beautiful and erotic instant either of them had ever come
across in their natural lives.

Marco breathed roughly and collapsed on the other side of the
bed, staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling. He then looked over at
her and caught her returning the act. “Are you okay?”

She
smiled slightly and nodded. “I—I’m okay.”

He
breathed out heavily once again. “That was reckless,
mia
tesora
.”

She
looked away. “I know…silly of me. But I can always take the
morning-after pill.”

“
There is no need for taking all the blame,” he said and pulled
her over to him. Her face was damp with perspiration as she placed
her head against the equally wet spot between his neck and
shoulder. “We were both indulging in an act that we both found to
wonderful to even pause a second from.”

Meagan smiled to herself. “Thank you,” she responded and then
looked up at him. “How was it?”

“
It
was euphoric,” he chuckled.

“
Really?” she asked shyly as if she thought he was not being
truthful.

“Mia
tesora
, I am not
being anything but frank with you. Our bodies are truly in sync.
Never be worried,
innamorata.
It
is not hard to please a man of my nature… I believe it is women who
are much harder to satisfy.”

She
blushed vividly at his openness and then frowned. “It was very
painful in the beginning though…”

“
As
I had told you it might have been,” he replied, planting a kiss on
the side of her forehead. “But it will be better next time, I
promise.”

“
Next time?”

“
Of
course. After now, I don’t think I will ever get enough of you!” he
whispered passionately, his voice smooth and sexy.

Meagan did not know to respond to that but she did know that
she wanted to try it again. Practice did make perfect, right? A
smile appeared on her lips and she turned over fully on her side to
look at him, her left leg raised up over his right thigh. She
ruffled a light trace of dark hair that travelled down between his
chest plates and sighed. “Should we try again?”

Marco chuckled and stared at her, soothing back her hair. “I
would love to…but I am afraid I do not recover as quickly as you
do. But we will soon…but for the rest of the night, we shall lie
here in each other’s arms and get some rest, yes?”

She
nodded and went over and over in her head of when that ‘soon’ time
would be. She was far too eager and excited that she feared it
would not happen again. She had begun to contemplate, at that
moment, what would happen when she was to return to New York. He
was right; she would not see him ever again but was that healthy.
She was never the type to get involved in casual affairs and that
worried her terribly.

“
What happens now?” she asked, running her finger across the
contours of his bicep. “I mean, after this?”

Marco frowned slightly and the bent his neck to look at her.
“That is entirely up to you,
mia tesora
.”

“
Me?
How is it up to me?”

“
I
have no problem with keeping you around for a long time, Meagan. It
is you who keep badgering me about a silly story that is not even
true to begin with. I am not a drug-smuggler and I am tired of
telling you that.”

She
had a feeling that he wasn’t but she had to return home with a
great story. “I don’t know if this is the aftermath of sex
talking…but I think I believe you.”

“Hmmn…,” he muttered with a smirk on his face. “Maybe it is
great sex talking.”

“
Oh...whatever!” she giggled and pinched him in the
side.

Marco laughed and hugged her tighter to him. “If you continue
to help be with our investigation of clearing my name, there is no
doubt that you will have a
bene
story at the end of it all.”

She
sighed against his face and then attempted to extend her arm to
around his waist when her hand accidently touched his genitals and
she pulled away her hand quickly. “Sorry!” she said and looked up
at him with wide eyes. She then heard him chuckle again.

“You
are apologizing
? I
can assure you that I am anything but upset for even a light touch
like that have deepened my desire for you all over again!” At that
moment, he felt himself hardening quickly again. She did not
understand. How could he be so effortlessly passionate? How could
he be so very sensual and at the same time, be bringing it out in
her as well.

“
I’m
sorry—Oh! I mean, okay.”

Marco gestured her up and then pulled her over on top of him.
“Do you really want to learn? Then I will teach you.” Meagan looked
down at him as he pulled her over him and widened her legs on
either sides of his waist. He met her eyes and watched as curiosity
engulfed her facial expression. “Raise your hips for me,
mia
tesora
.” She did
just that and then looked at him questioningly. Marco placed the
head of his shaft at the opening of her feminine core and then
heard her gasp. “It’s okay. There is no need to worry, I won’t hurt
you. Just sit slowly…” Meagan squeezed her eyes shut and bit on her
lip hard as she straddled him completely until she had taken his
entire length inside of her. “Look at me…”

She
opened her eyes gradually and then met is. She gasped as he reached
up to cup her breasts and then gripped her hips, moving her forward
and back on top of him. Meagan did just as he had asked and kept
his eye contact until she learnt his rhythm and flung back her head
in ecstasy. She then looked at him when she swung her head quickly,
looking curiously at the door.

“
What was that?” she questioned and slid off him and off the
side of the bed, taking her night gown with her and pulling it
on.

“
What?”

“
Like something was smashed…,” she muttered agitatedly and
looking concerned. Marco eased off the bed, sighed down at his
erection and pulled on his underwear. Reaching into wardrobe
adjacent to the large bed, she saw him retrieve a shot gun. “You
have a gun?”

“
Of
course I have a gun,” he remarked and stepped pass her. “Stay here.
Do not move.”

“
What are you doing? Suppose someone is down there?”

“
Then God shall be my protection,” he said, with the gun held
expertly in his hand.

“
Wait—,” she began but he was already out of the
room.

Marco peered silently over the balcony; saw no one and then
descending down the staircase quietly. Burglary was highly uncommon
in his neighbourhood but he did not deem it ever impossible. People
found ways and means to get what they wanted. And since he was
absolutely sure that there was someone trying to ruin him, he
thought carefully about what might be happening at the moment and
he stepped off the last step. He did not even bother to switch on
the lights—no, that would only drive the ‘supposedly’ housebreaker
away—and he wanted to catch the criminal. He tried to level his
breathing rate even though his heart was racing. Moving slowly and
alertly into the living room, he held up the gun in defense mode,
searching the semi-dark room accurately. He glanced at the front
door, saw no visible sign of forced entry and then continued down
the hall towards the kitchen. There was still no evidence of
burglary and he let out a sigh before he turned around to head for
the sitting room.

Marco entered the large sitting room cautiously and it was
then that he noticed that he had forgotten to close the window near
the side table where it seemed like the blowing drapes had hit off
a glass vase. He let out a deep sigh of relief and then switched on
the lights. He had to clean up the splinters immediately so that it
would not injure anybody. He then heard footsteps coming towards
him from behind and he spun around instantaneously with the gun
held up decisively.

“Dio
mio
!” he gasped and
lowered the fireman. “What are you—I told you to stay upstairs! I
could have shot you!”

“
I’m—I’m sorry,” she stuttered, finally lowering her arms but
her eyes still wide open. “I could—I couldn’t just stay up there
and not do anything.”

Marco released a heavy breath and then pulled her by the arm
and into his embrace. “Do not ever do that again,” he
breathed.

“
Okay...What happened?”

“
I
left a window open. The wind blew the drapes and they hit off a
vase.”

“
Oh...,” she said and walked around him to see for herself. “It
looks like a very expensive vase.”

“It
is only money,
mia
tesora
. Don’t go
inside until I get back. Glass splinters are scattered everywhere,”
he said feelingly, touching her cheek the back of his hand. He them
moved up the stairs and out of her sight.

Meagan sighed and ran her hair through her then ruffled hair.
Her heart beat seemed to be just calming down yet its rate was
still very rapid. Her thighs felt awfully numb at that moment and
it only caused her mind to flashback to the wonderful instant that
was happening only a few minutes ago. She could not yet begin to
believe that she was no longer a virgin—she felt like she was being
too silly over the entire experience and that she was acting like a
teenager! Well, she did feel like a teenager because she had grown
to see—both in her teenage years and those after hers—that most
girls are sexually active from the age of 15 years!! Meagan was
more than sure that the jitters she had been feeling was not common
to her alone and it was then that a smile curled around her lips.
But could it be right for her? She had sex one time with Marco
Mussolini and she was already falling for him—well, she had been
attracted to his brooding nature from the first time she laid eyes
on him—and now, she felt like she might be getting too attached to
man that she knew did not favour true commitment. Yes, he loved his
family and he looked very much like a family-man himself but there
was a reason for him not having a genuine one of his own yet. For
once in her life, she was taking a chance and now she ended up
feeling guiltily awful about it all. Meagan looked down at the
gorgeous ring sitting comfortably on her finger and sighed. She
would have felt a tonne better wearing it if she was to just happen
to discover that he felt something beyond physical appeal for
her.