“You know what you’re doing.”
“I’m a fast learner,” I gasp out, letting my head fall back. His hand covers my stomach before sliding up to my right breast. I moan when his fingers flick over my nipple. “Yes! Oh, yes!”
Even though it hurts a little, I ride him like a madwoman. I’ve never been shy in my body. Never been afraid of the topic of sex. I was just denied it but now that I’ve had it, I want to fully let go. I never want to stop.
Marco stares up at me with wonder in his eyes. “Fuck, baby. God.” He grips my hips tightly, pulling me harder onto his cock. My gasp gets caught in my throat.
I rock my hips back and forth in a frantic pace. “I need it again.”
“You need me to make you come?”
I nod as I practically pout.
Marco sits up, bringing our chests together. He helps me move my body on top of his. In this new position, he can kiss me easily. It’s a sloppy kiss. We’re both tired, covered in sweat, but neither one of us wants to stop this.
Marco’s big hands cover my back. I’ve never felt more safe. More content. More… at home than right now.
“God, you feel so good around my cock, my dirty girl,” he whispers against my lips, making me moan again. “I love hearing you scream. So scream for me.”
I let a loud cry escape my throat. My heart is beating so fast, I can barely think. I might not even be able to survive the night.
Marco grabs my ass, rocking my hips harder against his. His cock fills me up completely.
“I need you,” I whine.
“You have me,” he gasps before he kisses along my neck. His lips lower down to my breast where he captures my nipple in his mouth. My head drops back. This pleasure is too intense. Too much. I might just die from it and honestly, I wouldn’t care.
I grab the back of his head, holding him closer to me, afraid he might leave whenever he wants to.
Marco lifts his lips back to mine, kissing me deeply.
He brings his hand between our bodies, finding my clit and pressing down. My hips surge forward as an intense spike of pleasure hits me.
“Marco,” I moan.
“Yes. Scream my name for me. God, scream it.”
And I do. “Marco!” I let myself completely go as my third orgasm of the night washes over me. Marco grabs my hips again, using my body for his own pleasure. He pulls me down onto his cock over and over until he finds his secondrelease.
The sound of pure pleasure that escapes him makes me cry out once more. I squeeze my eyes shut to stop the tears threatening to leave me.
Marco plants lazy kisses along my neck until he pulls back. I’m still seated on him. The last thing I want is to leave.
“What are you thinking?” I whisper, feeling suddenly shy.
“I’m thinking…” His eyes roam over mine. “Just how lucky I am to have found you.”
“I want this to work,” I admit. “I really do. I don’t want you to die. I swear.”
“I want it too,” he responds.
The most dangerous part is that he’s filled me with hope again. I just have to pray that he won’t break it like he did before.
Chapter Eighteen
Marco
Waking up with Ciara in my arms feels like heaven on earth. Never have I felt this complete and comforted. This… content.
