He spreads my legs wider and cups my entire pussy with his hand. I moan as I arch into him. No one’s touch has ever lit this fire inside of me before. I need it with every fiber of my being.
His fingers find my clit and press down, making me buck into his hand. My hips have a mind of their own. The only thing I can think of is the pleasure Marco can show me. I want to get lost in him. I want to forget about everything else.
“Oh,” I moan, letting my body sink into the bed. Marco’s hand is firm as he shows me pleasure. He’s making it known that I belong to him. I’m fine with that as long as he knows he also belongs to me.
“You like this?” he asks darkly. “My touch. My hand on your pussy.”
“Yes.” My hands find my breasts. I need more, more, more. Marco’s dark eyes capture mine as he continues to pleasure me with his fingers. The only sound in the room is our breathing. It makes the moment more intimate.
“Soon, it will be my cock. You need to be ready for me.” He slips his finger inside of me, getting me warmed up. I open my legs wider. “God, the sight of you like this.”
“Yes,” I moan, squeezing my breasts. Marco’s breathing becomes more shallow, like he’s fighting to keep his composure. Like he’s fighting to hold back. But that’s the last thing I want.
“Don’t take it easy on me,” I say. “I don’t want that. I just want to be in this moment with you.”
Marco’s finger slides in and out of me faster. Firmer. Harder. My hips roll into his hand. I’ll never tire of this pleasure he brings out in me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasp out.
Marco lets out a growl. His fingers are working magic on my body. I can’t think of anything else.
I moan when he slips a second finger inside of me. I’ve never felt this tight in my entire life before. This full. “Marco!”
“Fuck,” he murmurs. Before I know it, he slips a third finger inside of me. I choke on my cry.
“It hurts,” I whimper. But it also feels so good. I never want this to end.
“You need to be ready for my cock.”
“Yes,” I moan again.
Marco leans down and captures my lips with his. His fingers plow into me, over and over and over. My hips continue to lift into his hand, seeking more. God, I need more. I need to know that my husband wants me. That I can have a life of happiness.
In one quick motion, Marco slips his fingers out of me before pressing down onto my clit. My orgasm hits me suddenly, like a wave catching my body and quickly carrying me out to sea.
Marco kisses me as I ride out my orgasm.
After a moment, he pulls back and gives me a dark look. “I need my cock inside of you.”
“I need it too,” I admit.
Without a word, Marco grabs my thighs and lifts them around his waist. His length touches my inner thigh, making another flare of arousal hit me. I want nothing more than to give Marco all of me. He chose me tonight and nothing else matters.
Locking his eyes with mine, Marco lines his erection to my entrance right before he thrusts his hips forward, entering me. The feeling of his hard cock inside of me makes my inner walls clamp down. The groan that escapes him is like nothing I’ve ever heard before. Pure and unadulterated pleasure. Marco is letting himself be vulnerable with me. The thought almost makes me cry but I hold it back.
He sinks deeper until he’s fully seated inside of me. My thighs tighten around his waist, pulling him even closer. His bare chest brushes against mine. My nipples are sensitive, like I’m on fire.
Never have I been this close to another person before. It’s addicting. All consuming.
Marco shifts his hips backwards and forwards, slowly thrusting into me. I gasp. The sensation is perfect. Pure pleasure with just the tiniest bit of pain to make me feel alive.
“Oh,” I gasp, clutching his arms. His strong, sexy arms. This man drives me crazy and I’m not even afraid to admit it.
After a moment, I raise my hips to meet his, following his rhythm.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Feel my cock inside of you.”
“Yes.”
