Marco grips both of my thighs tightly as he pleasures me with his mouth. He runs his tongue and lips all long my folds and nub, lighting me on fire. I feel puffy and swollen and I don’t care one bit.
All that matters is me and Marco together in this moment. Lost in happiness. Not worried about our family members. Not worried about the future. Just us.
His tongue flicks my nub over and over and over again.
“Marco,” I whine, bucking my hips towards his face.
“I know what you need, baby. Come for me.” He licks me harder. His tongue is relentless on my clit. I can barely breathe.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I moan, thrusting my hips up and down. God, it’s too much. When Marco touches me like this, I let myself completely go, not caring what I sound like or look like. That’s not what matters when it comes to me and Marco. All that matters is us being together. Truly together.
When his tongue flicks against my clit once more, my orgasm rushes through me before I can even react. I cry out, shaking and shuddering.
Marco kisses back up my body until his lips find mine. I can taste myself on him. He deepens the kiss, almost like he’s trying to make sure I know I belong to him. That’s more than fine with me. I belong to him but he also belongs to me.
“I need you,” I gasp, clutching his arms. “Please, Marco. God, I need you.”
“I know.” He stands up and takes his clothes off. The sight of his naked body makes another gush of arousal hit me. His length is long and hard, ready to claim me again. “It’s been a month since I first took you. You’re going to be tight again.”
“I don’t care.” I open my legs wider. “I just need you.”
He lowers himself on top of me and lines his erection to my entrance. Marco links our hands together and brings them above my head. We’re chest to chest. Eye to eye. Never have I felt closer to him than in this moment.
He thrusts his hips forward and enters me. We both moan together.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. I need to feel complete. Full. Without Marco, I am neither of these things.
He sinks all the way into me before he begins to roll his hips around. Every motion of his body makes his cock touch places deep within me that make me moan. My arousal is going to kill me, I know it. And dying during sex will be a wonderful way to go.
Marco increases his pace. His chest brushes against mine, making my nipples light on fire. His steady thrusts fill me up. Moan after moan escapes my mouth.
“You really love this, don’t you, my dirty girl?” he growls, thrusting into me harder. I choke on my gasp.
“I do.”
“God, I love hearing you moan. It’s fucking hot.” He sits up on his knees, bringing my ankles around his shoulders. In this position, he can sink even deeper into me. I’m powerless to stop the onslaught on my body and I don’t want to.
I sink into the mattress as Marco has his way with me. I want to be consumed by him. Lost in the pleasure. Lost in him. Lost in love.
Marco keeps his thrusts steady. Each one is more powerful than the last.
I moan every time his cock comes out of me only to sink back in deeper. “Marco!”
“That’s it,” he grits out. “Scream my name, baby. God, scream it.”
“Marco,” I moan.
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.”
“I need you closer,” I gasp. “Please.”
He lowers himself back down onto my body before he rolls onto his back, bringing me astride him. I roll my hips back and forth like a wild woman.
“Fuck,” he moans, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me. I bring my own arms around his shoulders, holding on tight. Our lips collide together into a heated, passionate kiss.
Our bodies never stop moving together.
This moment will never end.
