“Marco!”
“Yes, baby.....”
“Yes, yes, yes, just like that!”
I feel his cock twitching before he stills and growls, “Fuck, Elizabeth!” He thrusts himself deep and holds me there as my hips jerk against him.
We stand still with only our mouths continuing to devour each other.
He sets me down as he pulls out, we’re not able to completely let go yet still spiraling down from our orgasms.
“Love to start everyday like that, Elizabeth.”
I have to hold myself up against him because I’m afraid that my legs will give out. “Mmmm, I don’t know if I’d ever get anything done.”
He laughs softly and brushes his lips softly against mine.
“I’d love to keep you here all day if you can get out of work.”
“Oh, I almost forgot. I guess I need to get ready.” I almost forgot about work, I’d completely gotten lost in our lovemaking.
“That’s too bad,” he says with mock hurt on his face. He turns off the water, reaches for a towel and begins to dry me off.
He leaves me in the bathroom to my morning routine. I look at my kiss swollen pink lips and I still feel his delicious mouth on mine while my body is still humming with the memory of his expert hands on me. I expected my reflection to show some sign of what’s going on inside of me but it doesn’t, not even a hint of all the different emotions swirling around like a whirlpool of water going down a drain.
When I enter the bedroom with the towel wrapped around me Marco’s long lean shirtless body is reclined on the bed in only his jeans with the top button undone while his finger is punching into his phone. His legs are crossed at the ankles and he’s bare footed. I stop to enjoy this image he gives me, so relaxed and comfortable in my bed it makes me feel giddy and I stop from myself from thinking that’s right where he belongs. Hearing me he sets the phone down beside him and casually folds his arms behind his head.
“Dress, Elizabeth. I want to watch you,” a sly grin curving his lips.
My jaw drops. His domination is so sexy and think I guess I can play along.
Reaching into my panty drawer I pull out matching black and white lace panties and bra. I don’t look at him as I dress, not because I’m shy but I want to imagine him being voyeur and it turns me on. Turning my back to him I bend and step into the panties and slide them slowly up my legs moving my ass as I do. When I put on the bra my hands brush along my breasts making my nipples harden as I trace a finger along the edges. I slowly take out a pair of thigh high stockings and bend taking my sweet time covering my legs with them. While I decide on what to wear I stand at the door of the closet and give him a good look before I dress in the grey pinstriped slacks, a slate grey sweater and black heels. I put each piece of clothing on methodically knowing he’s watching the movements of my body as I do. When I’m done I turn to look at him, his erection is straining against his pants but he hasn’t moved an inch. A long moment passes before he says anything.
“You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you Elizabeth?” His voice is low and firm sending erotic tremors through me.
I flush and hesitate answering him feeling like I’m going to be punished and heat begins to rise in me.
Quietly I say, “Yes.” I’m so turned on by his reaction and I can’t believe after all of the sex we’ve just had between last night and this morning I’m ready to go again.
“You’re lucky I’m not going to throw you over my lap and spank that beautiful ass of yours then fuck you hard and fast...this time. Tease me like that again and you can be certain I won’t hesitate.”
Holy shit! Why do I want to beg him to please do it, the flesh on my ass tingling with just the thought? My pussy is throbbing probably harder than his cock.
“Ok,” is all I can manage to croak out between my heavy breaths.
He’s commando when we leave my apartment, holding his underwear in one hand nonchalantly with his other arm draped over my shoulder. The clouds are beginning to leave the sky and the ground is covered with wet morning dew from last night’s chilly air. Walking down the path to the curb a voice startles me.
“Good morning, Elizabeth,” the tone is flat. I turn and see my landlord in front of his portion of the house. There is a beautiful magnolia tree in the front yard that blooms the prettiest white flowers in the spring along with an oak. The magnolia is a grand southern madam that is strong and robust yet delicate and demure. Her leaves are thick, smooth and shiny deep green on one side with a hint of red on the bottom. The hardiness of the tree and leaves shows in the smooth flower petals she graces us with. Mr. Jones is raking up the debris from the trees as they get ready to hibernate for the winter and from the branches that have broken off from the strong winds we’ve had recently. He’s an older gentleman who usually always tries to appear refined which makes me believe he’s got a lot of skeletons in his closet. There is something about his demeanor towards me this morning that is unsettling.
“Good morning, Mr. Jones.” I try to be friendly even with the strange feeling I’m getting from him. He’s always been very personable and open before which is why his attitude today strikes me as strange. He’s watching us intently with a serious expression on his face.
Marco senses it as well so he approaches him extending his hand to introduce himself, “Good morning, Mr. Jones, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Marco Kastanopoulis.”
“Pleasure.” He shakes Marcos hand but Mr. Jones’ attitude is bordering rude. He doesn’t say anything else to Marco to even attempt at being polite so Marco leaves him standing there in his pile of drying up leaves and twigs holding the rake in his hand.
“Enjoy your day, Mr. Jones.” I say. He doesn’t reply but just keeps looking at us. I want to get out of this somehow uncomfortable situation fast so I continue towards my Nissan Altima with Marco following me.
“That was...awkward. I’ve never seen him like that before,” I’m confused and I say this more to myself than Marco.
“Is he a nosy old man or just rude?” Marco asks cocking an eyebrow.
“Neither of those usually. But then I haven’t had a man here...,” and almost say since Santino but I stop myself. There’s been enough weirdness for one morning already. I catch the inquisitive look in his eyes wanting to know what I was going to say but he doesn’t push me.
Marco closes me in his arms and my hands hold his waist as his lips lightly touch mine. I don’t care that I know Mr. Jones is watching us, I shouldn’t feel like I have to hide in front of my own home, it’s not like we’re doing anything inappropriate. I have to fight the urge to turn around to face him and stick my tongue out at him, seems like the perfect thing to do.
“Have a great day, baby. Call you later?”
“You too, Mr. Bond. Talk to you then.” And he smiles deliciously at me. I forget all about weird Mr. Jones and his beady little eyes.
About 11:00 Carol walks in to my office and plops down in the chair in front of me. I’ve got to admit I appreciate the fact this is a busy office and we never get an opportunity to be bored although we all complain about working our asses off. This is probably why none of us feel guilty for stopping for a minute and taking a break to catch our breath.
“You’re killing me. How was last night?” Carol looks exasperated.
I giggle, “Or do you mean how was this morning?”
She sits on the edge of her seat, eyes bulging. “He stayed over?”
“Yeah, he wanted to watch me dress...,” which was so hot, a crimson blush spreads over my face and chest as I remember it. I decide not to tell her about dessert, some things are just for me.
“That is so hot!” My words exactly, Miss Thing.
“Yes, it was.” I feel the heat instantly spread all over my body and I don’t think it’s from embarrassment and we giggle like two school girls.
“So, when are you seeing him again? It seems like he’s got it bad for you, Elizabeth.”
That nagging little voice in the back of my head gets a little louder and I just tell her to shut up and go crawl back in to her hole. The common sense side tries to reason with me telling me, ‘You’re going to have to listen to her sooner or later.’ Why does she have to be so damn right all the time?
I sigh, “I don’t know, we’re not ‘seeing each other’ seeing each other, it’s just sex I guess.”
“Common Elizabeth, nobody would go through all the trouble of getting your number like that if they didn’t want to see you, like in a formal sense. You’re lying to yourself if you think that.” Why does she have to be so logical as well, I can’t argue with that.
“I know, and you’re probably right, but I can’t do that, be that with him, or anyone else. At least not right now.” Reality check is starting to close in on me and I push it back again, this time having to do it with both hands. Please just let me have a little more time to be happy, just a little more.
“Well, just know what’s happening between you two and be honest with yourself...and him, you both deserve it.” She stands to leave and smiles warmly at me. She’s a good friend, the kind that gently tells you the truth even though you don’t want to hear it.
“You’re right, Carol. If we keep seeing each other I need to figure this out,” I say and smile back at her in a way that says thank you letting her know that I appreciate her honesty even though I didn’t ask for it but it’s exactly what I need.
I get a text from Janie about 2:00.
Yoga tonight?
Sure, meet you there at 7:00
I haven’t spoken to here since we went out and she has no idea about Marco. I know she is going to shit!
The rest of the day goes by and I can hardly remember anything because I’m still on my Marco high. But it’s more than that. I feel alive, I feel satisfied and content and I feel like a woman again. What was I just a few short days ago, just a walking meat suit? I feel sexy, feminine and confident. It’s crazy but I feel like me again. Where was I? It seems like all of the windows and doors have opened to life and I can breathe again. When I’m with Marco it seems as if time stands still and I just want to live in those moments forever in that tiny moment of eternity when nothing else exists, just us.
At 5:30 I’m at home going through my mail and Marco calls. I think to myself that I’ve got to get a picture of him for his caller ID and so I can look at him all the time.
“Hi.” I feel like a teenager getting a call from her crush.
“Hi. What are you doing?” His voice is low and sexy.
“I’m sitting on the couch going through my mail, feet up on the coffee table. What about you?” Why do I instantly feel aroused?
“Sitting back in my chair at work wishing I had some cookies and cream ice cream and wanting to take a shower. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day, all week really. I think of your scent and it makes me crazy.” That’s why.
I feel my sex instantly pulse and the wetness begin to ooze, my thighs clench trying to satisfy the growing need between my legs.
“Oh?” is all I can manage, my voice a little high pitched so I clear my throat trying to fix it.
He laughs quietly. “What are you doing tonight? I hope you’re thinking about me.” Thinking about you, your taste, your touch, your smell.
“Well, yes I am. But I’m meeting Janie for yoga at 7:00. She’s one of the girls I was with at the bar the other night, the blonde.”
“Oh. I must say I am disappointed. I was hoping I could see you.” And I can hear the disappointment that I’m feeling in his voice.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok. Can I come watch?”
My eyes fly open and I gasp, “No!”
He laughs out loud. “Ok, ok, can’t blame a guy for trying. But tomorrow night I have tickets for Thalian Hall. It’s our anniversary.” I can sense the smile in his voice.
I can barely contain the bubble of excitement rising in me. “That would be really nice, I’d love to go.”
“Excellent, I’ll pick you up at 6:00, we’ll have dinner first. And Elizabeth?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to wear something a bit on the shorter side for me.” His tone changes slightly, dropping, becoming more authoritative.
Throb. Ooze. Ache.
“And one more thing...no touching yourself. Ok?”
I think I’m panting now.
“Ok.”
“Good. And do you think you could send me a video of you doing yoga?”
“No!” That manages to get me out of the fantasy I was just starting in my mind.
He’s laughing so hard, I can see his face in my head, his eyes crinkling and head back. “I had to try.”
“You are so bad.”
“Yeah, and you love it.”
“Maybe.” I’m laughing with him.
“Wait until tomorrow then.”
I can hear the promise in his voice of things that I had only longed for, never thinking they could be real, never letting myself hope I would experience. The waiting is going to kill me I’m about ready to cum now just thinking about it. But it’s more than my body reacting to it, my heart and soul are too, glowing and bursting with all of the emotions - joy, anticipation, desire, wonder.