The Secret Lives of Emma: Unmasked by Walker Natasha

Author:Walker, Natasha [Walker, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Australia
Published: 2013-04-01T07:00:00+00:00

‘I no stop,’ he said. ‘I never stop.’

‘You must,’ she said as the cathedral bells started to chime loudly. She looked up as the pigeons took flight from their roosts in the rooftops around the square. Marco took this opportunity to run his hand along her thigh and under her dress. She started to clench her thighs against him but then was distracted by the doors of the cathedral opening and men and women in formal attire pouring out into the square. They were throwing confetti and forming a guard of honour. Marco’s hand found its way past her bikini bottoms. There was no mistaking what he was doing but the whole square was distracted by the wedding party and had no interest in the lewd couple in the corner. When Emma parted her legs further for him, it really was a disgraceful spectacle.

But all eyes, including Emma’s, were trying to catch sight of the happy couple, who were making their way slowly through the crowd. A glimpse of billowing tulle was all they were granted. A band struck up a lively tune and then everyone came to a halt as the photographer shouted for them to huddle together for a group shot. He set up his tripod as a couple of older men ushered the crowd back towards the doors of the cathedral. Emma shifted slightly on Marco’s lap in an attempt to hide what he was doing to her. The wedding party finally arranged itself in the middle and the friends and family squeezed in at the side. Marco’s fingers, which had been roaming where they liked, now stopped and concentrated their attention on one particular spot.

‘One week?’ he whispered in her ear.

‘Si,’ she moaned in return. The tourists were crossing between her and the wedding group.

‘No fuck?’

‘No fuck.’

‘You can do?’ he asked, biting down on her neck and massaging her with his teeth.

‘Si,’ she said.

The wedding group burst into laughter. The rhythm of Marco’s fingers quickened.

‘Liar,’ he whispered, and took her earlobe between his lips.

‘Si,’ she replied.

‘You want me to fuck you now?’ he breathed into her ear.

‘Yes,’ she replied. She was staring at the bride.

‘You want me to fuck you in front these people?’

‘Yes.’ The bride seemed to be gazing back at her through the passing tourists.

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