“Ride me, Elizabeth. I want to watch you make love to me.” There is nothing more that I want right at this moment than that. I want to make it last, pulling him inside of me and ride him into mindlessness.
I sit straddling him and lift up as he reaches down and places himself at my entrance. I love the way the tip of him feels pressing against me as I slide the entrance of my wetness around him, teasing myself, spiking our need.
“Oh, God, Elizabeth...” His head goes back, eyes closing and I lower my mouth to run my tongue from that soft spot under his throat all the way up to his mouth. I want to feel him, taste him, smell him, suck him into me completely.
I push myself down filling myself with him in one movement.
“Oh, yes, Marco, you feel so good,” I moan.
He pulls my face down again to kiss him. My hands on his chest, I begin the dance of our lovemaking, sliding the length of his beautiful cock in and out of me and rubbing myself against him. I almost hear the steady rhythm of the music in my head, beginning to build, pulling me with it. I lean back and stroke his balls behind me, fondling them in my hands. His pushes up into me, throwing his head back, his mouth opening. His hands are caressing me, my breasts, gliding all over my body. I can feel my orgasm growing, my movements becoming more deliberate. He sits up with his arms wrapping around my waist and circles my ass with his legs and I hold his face and kiss him hungrily. Holding me he begins to circle my hips around skin to skin.
“Yes, Marco...” My back arches thrusting my breasts into him as I dance on his lap. He’s grinding my clit into him, his mouth pulling my breast in as he’s pumping into me.
“Yes, yes, yes...” I move with him, the crescendo of the music is building in my head and in my core. I put my hands on his legs and increase my movements on him, pushing harder, grinding up and down more and more. He can feel me tightening on him and I feel him twitching inside of me.
“Now, Marco! Now!” And he thrusts deeper and grinds harder pulling me down on him again and again.
“Fuck me, Elizabeth! Use me, take what you want!” and he slams himself into me as deep as he can and holds me there. He tenses as I feel him spasming inside of me with his orgasm. One hand goes to one nipple and twists it as he takes the other into his mouth, teeth closing and tongue flicking on it. Grinding my throbbing clit against him with his mouth and fingers tantalizing my aching nipples, I explode.
He falls back on the bed pulling me with him holding me tightly to him. We lay like that, my head to his chest listening to his pounding heart as his hands stroke the length of my body.
He rolls me so we are on our sides face to face.
“I can’t get enough of you, Elizabeth.”
“Me too, Marco.”
He breathes in deeply and squeezes me tight. “Let me clean the stickiness of the ice cream off of you. And I’m sorry but I think I’m going to have to get you another container. That one’s probably melted.”
“Oh, I think it was worth it.”
“I’m very glad you think so,” his smile is sinful as his lips brush mine. “Be right back.”
He gets up and goes to the bathroom. I watch as the muscles of his body flex with each of his movements making the dragon stretch. It’s such a beautiful sight and it makes me sigh with appreciation. A second later I hear running water then he’s back with a wash cloth.
“Here, let me clean you, baby.”
“I think you did an excellent job of getting it off of me already.”
“Best ice cream I’ve ever had.” He laughs.
He takes the cloth and gently wipes the sticky residue off my breasts, stomach and sex. He’s smiling as he cares for me and I marvel at how he can be so rough and so gentle at the same time. He returns the towel to the bathroom and is still semi hard when he climbs back into bed with me. He’s looking at me with that look every woman wants, one of desire and adoration, the one that says he thinks you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. And my heart grows, almost bursting with the sheer enormity of it.
“What would you like to have in the morning?”
The question takes me off guard because I hadn’t thought of tomorrow, I’m only relishing the now. “Just some breakfast tea and you.”
“Is that all?” he says with a smirk.
Wriggling up to him I visualize waking up with him again and smile to myself with the thoughts, “There really isn’t anything else you haven’t taken care of already, Mr. Kastanopoulis.”
“There are a lot of things I can think of but we’ll take it one thing at a time, Miss DiStefano.” His smile is deliciously wicked.
My heart flutters. I don’t know if its apprehension or happiness but I think it’s both as I let myself fantasize about the decadent things he could do to my body.
“Well then, that certainly will give me something to think about.”
Chuckling, he places a light kiss on my forehead and says quietly, “Now sleep, baby. I want to shower with you in the morning which will take a little longer than you’re used to.”
The thought of him naked and wet in the shower, our bodies sliding against each other, makes my eyes widen, suddenly waking up early will be something I’ll look forward to.
“Ok, but first I need to use the restroom.” I say a little embarrassed.
“Ok.” He is laughing softly.
I get up to leave not bothering to put anything on but worried a little bit about anything jiggling as I walk. Santino’s words about my fat are a faint background threatening to squash my afterglow.
“And by the way, you’ve got a beautiful ass and back. I love watching you.”
“I knew you were watching it in the bar the other night,” I say looking over my shoulder and see Marcos appreciative stare. Santino’s insults are immediately ignored.
“I know you did,” he laughs.
I come back and slide up to him and he spoons me close, his arm wraps around my waist and he kisses my neck then my shoulder and my lips. Warmth and emotion envelope me and I feel safe, it’s a wonderful feeling.
“Good night, Elizabeth. Sweet dreams, beautiful.”
“Good night, Marco. I will with you here.” Did I just say that?
“That’s what I want, baby.”
I snuggle in close, squeezing into him. I have a big smile on my face and the last thing I remember is feeling his breath on my skin and his heartbeat on my back and I’m filled with contentment as I let sleep take me.
The early morning sun streaming in through the windows wakes me. I forgot to close the curtains last night. Groggily I remember why and I reach my arm across the bed to touch Marco’s firm body. But it’s empty. My eyes open to confirm that as I hear sounds coming from the other room. I get up and notice his shirt and jeans are folded on my dresser and his shoes are placed neatly in front of it. I go over and pull his shirt over my head and think to myself that I love the smell of him on me as my heart beats a little harder. I go to the bathroom to freshen up first to make sure that homeless lady hasn’t come back for a visit this morning.
I walk into the kitchen and see a cup of tea waiting for me and Marco drop dead hot in his boxers leaning against the counter checking his phone with a cup of coffee sitting beside him. One foot is crossed over the other and his hair is a glorious mess. Lifting his head, his face breaks into a smile. I notice he’s folded my clothes and put them on a chair and set my boots to the side as well. The ice cream container is nowhere to be found. Holy shit, he picks up too.
“Good morning baby, nice shirt, it suits you,” his arms open as I walk into them.
“Good morning, and thank you, perfect length. And nice boxers.” I ogle at how they hang low on his hips showing that delectable happy trail. I want to trace a line with my tongue all way down to where it ends, like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
“Thanks but I would have to disagree on the shirt.” He wraps his arms around me tightly and kisses me.
“I didn’t know what you took in your tea,” he says huskily as his fingers graze lightly across my cheek tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
“One sugar and milk.” My voice is suddenly low and breathy.
“Drink it fast so we have time for our shower, baby.” I can feel him harden against me as my wetness grows between my thighs.
My bathroom is nostalgic in feel with black and white subway tiles with a claw foot tub, separate shower and a pedestal sink. Marco holds my hand while he reaches in and turns the water on and checks the temperature. When he’s satisfied he turns to me and pulls his shirt over my head.
“I like me on you, Elizabeth,” he whispers as his hands slide down my naked body.
“I do too, Marco. You feel good,” I say quietly with as my lips feather along his shoulder.
Staring into my eyes he removes his shorts. I noticed a pack of condoms sitting on the sink when we came in so I take a chance.
“Is there any reason I should know of that you would need that?” I say looking at the condoms. “There isn’t any for me.” I’m hoping he tells me what I want to hear.
“None what so ever, baby. There is nothing more I want than having nothing between us so I can feel that velvet skin inside of you. Common.” And he leads me into the shower, his erection rock hard.
The hot water envelopes us in a waterfall as we kiss hungrily beneath it. His skin is beautiful like satin caramel glistening with water droplets cascading from him.
“Me first,” I say as I reach for the shampoo. I lather his hair and love how it feels in my hands, so thick and silky, as I feed the strands through my fingers. I replace the shampoo in my hand with bodywash and squirt some into my palm. I begin my exploration of his body at his neck then over his large shoulders, down his arms, over his back paying close attention to my dragon, (yes, it’s mine because it is me on him), then his tight ass and I resist the urge to bend down to bite it. I stroke his skin memorizing the contours of his body under my hands like a blind person reading braille. His skin feels like velvet under my touch and I want to wrap myself up in him. I move to the front and begin at his neck again, I go under his arms, over his chest outlining the curves and plains of it and I stop to play with his nipples. When I see his reaction to how I’m touching him with his jaw tensing it fuels my fire. I move slowly down his abdomen over his taut stomach and his hands clench at his sides in anticipation of where I’m going. I work the lather up in his hair circling the base of his cock. I reach between his legs and cup his heavy balls moving them around in my palm. My hand slides back as I run a finger between his cheeks.
“Fuck, Elizabeth.” His eyes darken intensely watching me but not moving.
I bring both my hands to his shaft circling them in opposite directions. Moving one hand to cup his balls again I slide the other up to the head of his cock and slide a finger just under the rim. I want to tease him, build his desire until he can’t think straight. I move to circle the head, my hand gliding over it then down his length. As I’m pumping his shaft and fondling his balls his hands clamp down firmly on my wrists.
“If I don’t stop you, you’re going to make me cum and I want to be buried inside you when I do. My turn now, baby,” his voice is deep and full of pent up desire, just like his balls. He will not give up control.
Taking the bodywash from me and replacing it with shampoo he begins the most sensual scalp massage I’ve ever had. My back is to him as he’s rubbing my head, neck and shoulders. It’s heaven. He rinses then fingers some conditioner through my hair while he plays with it. Now it’s time for my body and I’m already on fire before he’s even begun. Starting at my feet lifting each one before moving up my legs his touch is light but firm. He moves to caress my ass cheeks, running his fingertips along the bottom curves of each then gently sliding a soapy finger between them as I push back against him. Continuing up my back with his touch becoming more firm, he massages my tight muscles. I’m turning into jello under his expert hands and the hot water and it’s divine. He lifts both my arms stroking them with the soap and holds both wrists over my head in one of his big hands and places them on the shower wall. His free hand gently encircles my throat as his body presses firmly against me. He continues to move down my chest, over each breast tracing their curves and stopping to thumb my nipples. I’m rubbing my ass up and down his erection, feeling my cheeks hugging him. His hand continues over the entirety of my torso not leaving any inch of flesh untouched. By the time he reaches my soaking wet sex I’m moaning and spreading my legs for him. Fingers slide through my folds, back and forth, thrusting one in and out of me as they go. His thumb does that delicious thing with my clit intensifying my building orgasm. Two fingers enter me and I’m sure he can feel my walls grasp down on them, needing more. He lets go of my hands and turns me around as his mouth devours mine. My hands grab hold of his hair as he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his wet body and pushes me down on his cock in one thrust filling me, giving me what I need. He’s got me up against the wall and I’m riding him, meeting him thrust for thrust, grinding my clit against him.
“You feel so good, Elizabeth. So fucking good.”
And he’s lifting me and pushing me down on him circling my hips, grinding me against him. And I begin to shatter.