“If you were tied to my bed blindfolded, I could watch you writhing and panting, wet, and it would be so beautiful. You are going to come just from a touch of my finger. Then I’m going to take you fast and hard, feel you grabbing me with your throbbing pussy as you’re coming and you’ll come again.”
My aching breasts are heaving, screaming for his touch.
“Please, Marco…”
“Open your legs, baby.” The command is firm but soft.
My legs part wide, my back arches, and my lips open slightly.
“Sit back and lift your skirt.”
Oh God, if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’ll scream.
“Push your panties to the side, I want to see that beautiful pink pussy.”
Holy fuck! The cool air on my heat is maddening.
“Mmm, I can smell you. Give me a taste of yourself on your finger, baby.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Running a finger through my juices, I raise my hand. His mouth closes around my finger, sucking my flavor off with his tongue wrapped around my finger and my sex pulses in reaction.
“Now I’m going to touch you so you can come. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
My legs widen, my sex and ass are grasping in anticipation, and the cool air licks my clit. His one finger slides up my folds, gathering my juices, circles my clit then touches it and that’s it. I shatter, falling, spiraling into that orgasmic high.
“Oh, yes!” My hips buck, thrusting back and forth, wanting more. Just from that one touch of his finger.
His hand comes up to grasp my chin firmly, wrapping around my throat, turning my head up and to the side while he holds his face just above mine, our breaths mixing together from our open mouths. His tongue slowly licks my lips teasingly, the tip of mine peeks out to taunt his, pointed and just touching it, wanting to coax it into my mouth so I can bite it. Still holding my chin, he grabs my lower lip between his teeth and sucks it into his mouth, and a slow rumble comes from deep in his chest. My hands grip the arms of the chair I’m sitting in tightly and my groin instinctively pushes into it, my back arches, and all of me reacts to his sucking as if getting sucked in too. Releasing my lip, he slides his tongue over my cheek to my ear and pulls the lobe, capturing it between his teeth.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby.” It comes out strained and rough.
My pussy is standing up clapping, shouting her approval.
When Marco says he’s going to fuck me, especially right now, it’s not dirty or callous or cheap. On the contrary, it’s heady, erotic and intense, with a deep timeless hunger, a culmination of a need so old to bond, to bury, to drown in each other, to submerge into that mindlessness where two become one. He is going to take me and I can’t fucking wait.
“Come, I want to undress you.”
He takes my hands and pulls me up from my chair and leads me into the bedroom. When I see his bed I stop, totally entranced by it.
“It’s so beautiful.” It comes out as if I’m mesmerized, and I am a little bit.
“Thank you, it’s going to be even more beautiful with you in it. Come here, love, I need to see you stunning and naked.”
I walk to stand in front of him, my hands at my sides, waiting for him to do what he wants with me. My sex pulses and throbs with anticipation of what he’s going to do, my mind flashing images and with each one my heart jumps and my breathing accelerates. He lifts a finger and traces lightly over my lips, across my jaw, down my neck to brush on top of my collarbone then come to rest between my breasts.
“Raise your arms over your head, Elizabeth.” The anticipation is killing me but I raise my arms slowly.
He pulls my top over my head, folds it and places it on the floor next to us. His comforter is a big white down overstuffed thing that looks so comfortable, I just want to curl up in it and never leave. There are lots of pillows on the bed but no throw pillows. The whole thing is extravagant but not excessive.
“Turn around, love.”
Next is my white lace pushup bra. He unclasps it and with a light stroke of his fingers pushes the straps down my shoulders followed with one single kiss on each. I feel his hands at the waist of my skirt, immediately followed by the tug and sound of its zipper. It falls and puddles at my feet. My breathing is becoming heavier now, the rise and fall of my chest makes me feel the ache of my breasts wanting to be bitten, sucked and pinched so much I almost moan out loud. I clench my fists with pent-up desire.
“Soon, baby, be patient,” comes his answer to my silent pleading.
His fingers begin the agonizingly delicious tracing of the outline of my white boy short lace panties, starting from the top of the crack of my ass then slowly moving to the front, down my mound grazing ever so slightly over my clit. He continues across the hem at the top of my thigh, and over the globe of my cheek to finally gently slide between my thighs. I stand stock-still resisting the urge to spread my legs further, bend over the bed, slide my panties to the side and say, Put it in now or I’m going to kill you!
Marco hooks both thumbs into the tops of the panties and begins to slowly slide them down my legs. He’s careful now not to touch me with any other part of his body except what he needs to remove my clothing.
Bending over he’s still fully dressed and is holding on to my panties with one hand, my skirt with the other. He says, “Step out, Elizabeth.”
And I do. The only thing left are the stockings and heels.
His large hand grabs my right ankle in a tight hold. The thrill of it, being held as if restrained, sends shivers through me. I think he knows what’s going through me because he holds me firmly just like this.
“Lift your foot, baby.” His voice licks over me hot and gooey as he pulls off my shoe, then he does the same with the other foot.
Now Marco begins the slow process of rolling down my hose one leg at a time. When he’s done he stands. Every part of my body is throbbing, humming with need, so hard I can almost hear the pumping of the blood in my veins.
“Turn around and look at me, Elizabeth.”
Oh my God, he’s going to see in my eyes how much I want him, how full of lust I am for him, the raw savage beast hungry for him. I turn and stand before him, naked, completely bare of anything, stripped of everything except my blatant desire. His fingers mercifully come to take each nipple between them. They almost sing out with the pleasure from his flicking, twisting, pinching. His mouth comes down to suck them in as they’re held tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Without a word he steps back and begins to undress. As he pulls his white tee from his jeans, I watch as hints of his solid stomach become more exposed as the shirt is pulled over his head. He folds it and lays it with my clothes. He’s barefoot so he undoes his pants and takes them off, setting them with the others, then next the boxers.
“Face the bed, baby.” His tone has dropped and become huskier.
Coming behind me he pushes me down gently so I’m bent over the bed at the waist. Placing one hand between my shoulder blades he gently shoves my feet apart with one of his.
“Hold your arms over your head, Elizabeth.” I know he wants me to keep them there so I move them and hold them straight with the imaginary bind on them.
His hands begin to lightly travel over my ass, smoothing over my cheeks, down the outside of my legs, up the inside of my thighs, to stroke over my folds teasing my hungry sex. He repeats this over and over. I’m fighting the urge to wiggle my ass and push down on his hand, anything to get some kind of relief from the intense wanting I need filled.
Finally one hand comes to lay firmly on the top of my ass just where it begins to slope down at the bend. The other begins to let a finger explore my folds, spreading my juices around the hole, up through the lips, around my clit and back again. The incredible need is almost about to burst. But I think that if I beg out loud Marco will make the long torment even worse.
“Ooooooohh!!”
Finally he slides his one fi
nger inside me. I instantly grab it with my walls, wanting more, needing more. I am right on the brink of shattering. One, two, three times he thrusts it and pulls it out. I grit my teeth. That torturous finger is sliding up between my cheeks to my back, soaked with my juices. He swirls around there. My body involuntarily pushes back and he slides in just a little with my movement.
My mind is screaming, Please, please, please, I need more, give me more!!!
Back and forth he goes between holes, switching fingers, between one finger and two fingers, filling me in one place, then both. He feels my walls closing in on him, my orgasm building in intensity, waiting for its chance to explode.
His fingers leave me and are replaced with the tip of his hard-on kissing the entrance of my hole. Just there, then sliding over my lips, to my clit, back and forth. Finally the head goes in.
Oh, God, yes, yes, yes. Mercy will surely come.
The head slides in and out, teasing at giving me more. I’m going to die right here, right now.
Marco’s fingers dig into my flesh, the first sign of his seductive discomfort.
“Now, baby,” he growls.
And he thrusts himself all the way in, holding me tightly to him. He begins the slow, steady pace of rocking us higher and higher, harder and deeper, so good, so delicious. And I begin to soar, nothing exists except him, me and this.
Pulling my bottom off the bed more, he slides one hand around and down to my clit, taking it between his fingers. It must be pulsing in his hold as he’s rubbing it back and forth. Oh, God, it’s so good, so perfect, just what I need. And I begin to fall. His other hand holds me still by my hip, I can’t move. He pinches my clit and slams into me.
“Aaaaahhhhh!!”
Every muscle in my body is taut with the explosion rolling through me, the orgasm so intense I scream out.
“Yes, baby, come for me! Grab my cock with your pussy. I fucking love it!” he growls pinching and thrusting as I clamp down on him inside me.
His movements become harder, deeper, wilder and I feel him jerking with me.
“Holy fuck, Elizabeth!!” he roars as he buries himself with a final thrust.
We collapse on the bed and he pulls me to him. We lie there long moments panting, lost in the aftereffects of our passion.
“Woman, what are you doing to me?” he says softly in my ear.
“The same thing you’re doing to me, Marco.”
A shiver flows through me with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Marco feels it and pulls me tighter, nibbling on my shoulder, which only makes the trembling intensify.
“I couldn’t wait to have you in my bed, Elizabeth. There are so many things I want to do to you here.”
I don’t say anything and only smile as his arms tighten around me and images flash in my mind with all of the possibilities yet to come.
“Come on, baby, let’s take a shower and come back to bed.”
He stands and pulls me to him, wrapping me in his arms. His kiss is deep, possessive and satisfied.
When he leads me to the master bath I remember how large it is with double square sinks set in a poured cement counter, a huge shower with double heads and body massage sprays, and a large soaking tub in the corner, big enough for two. I see on the counter toiletries for a woman, me, and I feel like bursting with his thoughtfulness. It always surprises that he never forgets anything. Not only does he not forget, but he thinks of things I would never have dreamed he would.
He turns on both showerheads and holds his hand under the water to feel the temperature. When it’s just right he steps in.
“Let me wash you, Elizabeth,” he says holding his hand out for me.
His eyes are dark with a heat in them. This man is delectable, a dark master who intoxicates. His long, thick erection is almost fully hard again and the sight of it makes my loins jump. I take his hand and step under the spraying water. There are two sets of toiletries in here as well, women’s and men’s body wash, shampoo and conditioner for me and a different set for him. Marco picks up the women’s body wash and squirts a stream into a shower fluff. It smells crisp and fresh.
“Stand here, baby, let the water massage you while I wash you.” Could he spoil me any more?
I stand in front of the body jets and he turns the knob. Immediately sprays pulse rhythmically all up and down my body and it feels like heaven. He begins to lather me starting at my feet, working his way up as his fingers play in the folds between my legs and never leave while his other hand continues to spread the soap suds all over my body. He takes two quick playful bites out of each butt cheek and it makes me yelp.
“Turn around.”
I do as my body slowly turns to mush. His hard-on is fully standing now and I can’t resist wrapping both my hands around it. I want to feel the velvety smoothness hugging his rock-hard shaft. My hands want to possess it, own it, know every groove, bump and line on it. I need to taste him so I drop to my knees and take him between my lips, wrapping him in the heat of my tongue and mouth. One of my hands continues its captive hold on his shaft while the other reaches between his legs to cup his full balls, squeezing them gently and running a finger over the wrinkled skin. I want to know every inch of this man. I am so hungry for him it hurts.
I suck him, kiss him, bite him, scratch him, squeeze him, fondle him and pet him. I feel him reacting as he hardens even more, oozing out onto my tongue and I pull my mouth back and flick the tip with my pointed tongue, pushing it in the hole on the tip of his shaft trying to tease out more. He puts his hands on the sides of my head and begins to guide me but I push them away.
“It’s my turn to play now, Marco. Put your hands on the wall.”
I smile devilishly at him, daring him to challenge me. He looks wickedly inquisitive but he slowly puts his hands on the wall above my head all the while watching me. I lower my mouth again to continue the feast I was interrupted from.
I get lost sucking on Marco, carried away with thoughts of how much pleasure he has given me. With him in my mouth I can still feel him inside me, stroking me, filling me and it excites me as much as my mouth is pleasing him. My hips are gyrating and moving with each thrust of my head on his cock. A moan comes from inside me with all of my thoughts.
His hands come down and yank me up on my feet, then he lifts me wrapping my legs around his waist sliding that piece of meat I was just feasting on deep inside me. Pressing my back against the shower wall he pulls down a sprayer and places it in the crook of our hips, the jet is directed right where we’re joined with my clit front and center. Holding the tube in place with his thumb he takes my hips in his hands and begins to move me up and down his shaft.
Holy shit! One, two, three times and I come. Hard! The force of the multiple jets of water dancing all over me was more than I could take. But it won’t stop; the pulsing continues, keeping my climax going.
“Marco, please!!” I scream.
“Please, what, baby?” he grits out between clenched teeth.
“I can’t stop!” My voice is ragged.
“I don’t want you to stop.” He sounds raw and primal.
A rumble starts from deep in his chest as his thrusts become stronger, deeper, more intense. I take the sprayer from his hand and put it under us, so it’s hitting his balls and ass between his legs.
“Aaaaggghhh!!!” The scream this time is from him as I rip his orgasm from him the way he did me. He holds himself buried in me with his head thrown back and his whole body rigid as he rides that wave.
He sets me down and pulls the sprayer from my hand as his mouth takes mine hard and fiercely, his arms holding me tightly trying to take back control.
“Well, Ms. DiStefano, you certainly are full of surprises.” His tone drips with sarcasm.
“Now, Mr. Kastanopoulis, two can play at your game, can’t they?” I look up at him sweetly.
His body moves into mine ever so slightly and his expression turns wicked.
“Are you sure you want to play, Ms. DiStefano?” There
is an underlying current to his words as the backs of his knuckles stroke my cheek and I feel a tinge of apprehension. I look into his eyes a moment and see that there is an unspoken meaning there.
“Yes, I do.” My words are soft but sure.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a crooked smile and he looks very satisfied.
“Well then, let the games begin.” A full grin spreads across his perfectly chiseled face.
Do I know what I’ve just gotten myself into? I think I do.
Chapter Four
Elizabeth
Fridays are always busy at my office. I don’t know why but they are. Maybe because people want to get their queries submitted before the weekend, which might give them a sense of comfort that their situations will be taken care of. I’m just finishing up the last prospectus I’ve been putting together to present to Marco for his real estate development company. He and his company are going to break ground on a project under the Cape Fear Bridge that looks quite amazing. The plans call for environmentally friendly systems that have gained a lot of positive attention from both the residential and commercial sectors in this area. Although some builders have claimed to utilize these practices in the past, none have ever committed to doing it on such a large scale.
I’ve never been one to pay attention to what’s going on in the news, local or otherwise, but since Marco came in to our office asking for our representation I have paid closer to attention whenever his name or his company’s name, KMD Enterprises, have come up. I will be ready to present what I’ve put together for him next week including long-range plans to fulfill his needs. Well, those in the professional realm at least.
It’s three o’clock and I’ve been tired all day. Sleeping in a place I’m not familiar with always does that to me and since I spent the night at Marco’s last night, even though I was snuggled up to him, I didn’t get the best night’s sleep. Carol comes strolling in to my office and settles herself in the chair across from my desk. I was so deep in thought I didn’t see her come in and she scared the shit out of me. Again.
“So what’s new with you, Missy?”
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