When we get to the bed he removes our towels and tosses them on the chair in the corner. The lights are dim and the only sounds are the sounds of flesh on flesh, our breathing, and the pounding of our hearts.
Marco lifts me onto the bed and stretches his long muscular body over mine, his large hands travelling over all of my curves, mounds and dips. His mouth savors my breasts, pulling and flicking the peaks until I almost shout out in pleasure. Shifting his weight, he moves down between my legs and holds them open as far as they will go. When his lips close over my clit and his tongue thrusts inside me, the sensations are so magnified my need screams for fulfillment, throbbing and clenching inside me.
He turns me over and lifts my ass in the air. His fingers begin their dance over my sex, playing, stroking and plunging inside me. His attention is so precise in my pussy I almost think he can feel my pleasure. How can he be this good? He removes his hand and rests his torso flush against me. I feel his erection grazing my skin and everything inside me instinctively clenches at that contact. I hear a click then a thump on the floor before Marco’s hand returns to cup my mound. His other hand comes to rest on my back hole with something soft and velvety—the lube. My hips buck in reaction to the visions of penetration of my ass. Marco’s hand tightens on my sex holding me in place.
“Sssshhh, baby, be still, it’s time for more, trust me.” His voice is low and gravelly but soothing.
Oh. My. God! What is he going to put in there? I press back into him, my desire strong but my trust in him stronger.
He slides a finger inside my hot sheath while another sits at the entrance of my ass, circling, teasing, and pressing in rhythm with the other. I begin to rock with him, against him and I feel his finger pushing in, opening me up and another wave of hunger grabs me. I meet the thrusts of his hand, going higher, that sweet headiness takes over me. But I need more.
I feel Marco shift again as his fingers slowly leave me empty and wanting. Then his cock pushes slowly into me, back and forth, stroking my walls, thrusting and filling me, carrying me on that wave and I moan with it, it feels so good.
He buries himself deep inside me and places a hand on my back holding me still. And I feel it, the tip of something at the entrance of my ass. Marco begins to move, rocking, thrusting, gently plunging. Oooooh, yes, I can feel it sliding in, filling me, yes, moving with him entering me. His movements become stronger, deeper, more intense. I feel so full, so good and I start to soar.
In my head I’m saying, Ride me, baby, clutching him tightly within me.
I hear a deep rumble from Marco and it pushes me higher.
“Aaaahhh!” The scream rips from me the moment he turns on the vibrator in my ass making me shatter.
“Grrrrr, Elizabeth!!” Marco pounds into me, coming hard and fast.
My orgasm won’t stop. I ride it with Marco, fierce and all consuming.
“STOP, PLEASE!” I can’t take it anymore.
The vibrations stop, he removes it slowly and we collapse, two bodies exhausted and spent, crumpled together on the thick white comforter.
“Oh, my God, Marco…” My voice is weak but I’m totally satisfied.
“I know, baby. I felt the same way, unfuckingbelievable,” he breathes out with his arms tightly around me.
A small chuckle begins to leave me, and I feel Marco’s body begin to tremble with one as well before I hear it. We’re both chuckling, then the laughter overcomes us and tears roll down our cheeks.
“Oh wow, that was intense,” he says as he’s trying to subdue his laughter. “I’m going to get a towel, be right back, my love,” he says still chuckling as he kisses me on my forehead before he gets up to leave.
I hear the water running in the master bath as I stretch out and let the smile spread across my face and body. Yes, my body is smiling, it’s glowing and it wants to dance wild and uninhibited under a full moon. I might have gotten up to do just that if my limbs weren’t made of Jell-O right now. Marco returns with the warm cloth a minute later sitting down next to me to clean the lube and our juices oozing out of me.
“Marco?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Why do you always do this?”
He looks into my face, his expression so tender.
“It’s my job to take care of you, love. And I enjoy taking care of you, now shush and let me do this.”
Tonight I’m especially grateful for his attention, I am so spent I can hardly keep my eyes open. A yawn creeps up on me with that thought just to prove the point.
“Sleep, my love,” Marco whispers in my ear. “But dream of me.” That is the last thing I hear as I drift off, smiling, feeling so much joy, adoration and affection for this beautifully amazing man sent to me by the grace of God.
Marco
When I make love to Elizabeth it isn’t about sex. Yes, of course that’s what we’re doing but it’s more like the sex is a means to open her up to expose her soul. A way for me touch her essence, her being, a way for her true beauty to touch me and enfold me in its warmth and grandeur. It’s celestial and I am humbled to being more than a mere man when she takes me there. It is the only time she is truly free with me. I’m greedy and I have to possess it but I refuse to admit I cannot truly have what is not given to me freely. So I take it every time I make love to her. It is then she gives me everything, everything that she is, all that she is unaware of. It flows from her endlessly and I luxuriate in it gluttonously.
“Elizabeth, I want to take some pictures of you.”
I can see the shock in her face. She is stunning in her afterglow and I want to capture it, savor it, preserve it and keep it. I’m such a selfish man.
“Why do you want to do that? I hate pictures, Marco.”
I can sense she’s withdrawing and getting behind her safety wall, the place where she hides herself. I’m not going to let that happen.
“Because I want to capture your beauty, the beauty of your sensuality, your unmasked self. You’re captivating, and if I can get even a glimpse of that in the photo it would be a masterpiece. One that I helped you to create in yourself. Will you let me do that, Elizabeth? Please.”
She’s silent thinking about my answer.
We’re lying in my bed. It’s the middle of the day on Sunday and the sun is shining through the sheer panels hanging on the window behind my bed onto her flawless pale skin. A faint horn from a boat blows in the distance mixing with the melody of the sea gulls. The auburn highlights in her dark hair look like a hint of fire embers that are smoldering within her. Her hazel eyes have specks of gold on the outside and a hint of blue around the pupils, such a compilation, much like herself, so many different facets to the woman that she is.
She’s looking into my eyes, searching me, and I can see she’s fighting with herself. She doesn’t want to do it. I know she’s afraid of her vulnerability. But she’s enticed by the idea as well. I see a small smile tug on the corners of her mouth. And I can’t resist it. I slowly lower my lips to hers, grazing them softly. Her lips are swollen from our kisses. I lightly run my tongue along them and her mouth opens slightly. I feel her breath mixing with mine. As always she lets me do what I want with her and I relish it. I love the taste and feel of her.
She whispers, “Okay.”
“Thank you, baby.” My mouth takes hers with the lingering fire from having just been inside her. She pushes her body into me dragging her nails down my back making me hard again.
“I’m going to get my camera. Stay just like that. You’re perfect.”
I go to my closet and pull down a box I haven’t unpacked yet but I know the camera’s in there. I turn it on to check if the battery is fully charged. My cock is rock hard thinking about the shots I’m going to get of Elizabeth.
“Look at you, Marco, you’re obviously excited. You must really be enjoying this,” she laughs at me when I walk back in bedroom.
“I am, baby. You have no idea how intoxicating you are right now. And you’re letting me capture this mome
nt. You’re making me very happy.”
“I can’t believe I’m letting you, to be perfectly honest.” I see the blush creeping across her flushed cheeks.
I sit on the edge of the bed and look into her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to hurt you or give you any reason not to trust me. I asked you to let me do this because I want to capture your sensuality on film, see you open and exposed from making love with me. Even if just a small piece of it, I need to have it.”
There’s a long silence. Her expression is soft and very feminine, unguarded and open. And at that moment I know she is going to give me what I want, what I need, to be expressed in her pictures. The expressions of her soul.
“I know.” Her voice is quiet but certain. “Just tell me what you want me to do for you.”
My eyes move to gaze at her breasts showing through the sheet and I brush my finger over her nipples.
“I want you to think of us making love. I want you to relive that, feel those feelings, imagine my hands and my mouth on your body and show me what you’re feeling.”
Her eyelids dip as her mind and body go back to that place of passion we shared just moments before. Her lips part slightly and I see her tongue peeking out behind her porcelain white teeth. That lovely thick dark mane of hair of hers is fanned out against the white pillow under her head framing her in purity. There is a shift in her body that pushes her breasts out and my hand reaches out to caress her.
She begins to shift in reaction to my touch and I start to click away. Her eyes look at me with such affection it melts my heart. She’s softly writhing, shifting and moving as if my hands and mouth are making love to her, tasting her, drinking her in. Her eyes are speaking to me, making love to me, beckoning to me like a siren’s song and I get lost in them.
Her beauty is angelic. This moment, this thing we are sharing now is not human but spiritual. My soul is calling to hers and I know hers is answering. I hope I am able to capture this tiny moment, a small piece of this experience so I can drown in it again and again.
Chapter Eight
Elizabeth
Monday, but oh, what a weekend. I still shiver when I remember the decadent bodily delights Marco gave me. I feel the pleasure is still visible, written all over my skin. But it was a hell of a day at the office, nonstop since the doors opened this morning. I’m looking forward to blowing off a little steam. Tonight is the first night of the self-defense classes at Evolution gym and both Elsie and Janie said they were meeting me there. They have never met but I know they’re going to love each other. Marco suggested he and I go together so he’s picking me up in a few minutes. I wonder if he wants to go with me because of a possessive thing. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to watching him get in the cage and be all Neanderthal, getting sweaty and throwing punches with another guy. I can’t explain it but I think it’s sexy.
I was relieved when the day ended and now I’m sitting in the kitchen at the breakfast bar, I send both Elsie and Janie a text.
Hey, you still meeting me at Evolution for the class? I saved us all spaces.
Elsie – Are you fucking kidding me? And miss being surrounded by the sexiest men in Wilmington, yeah, I’m going!
Janie – If I thought I wouldn’t be arrested for stalking, my ass would be parked outside that building 24 hours a day. Can I get there an hour early?
Is this today’s version of women going to a male stripper show?
Yeah Janie, I think you can if you want but I believe you’ve got to work out and not just ogle.
Janie – As long as a big hunk of Adonis is working me out, I’ll do whatever the hell he wants me to. Hurry your ass up!!
I’m waiting for Marco, he should be here any minute. You guys haven’t met yet either, this is going to be a full night.
Elsie and Janie – I hope I get full!
Down ladies or we’re all going to be a mess for class.
I hear the keys in the door. Marco must be here. I still get a little shiver of excitement each time I see him.
Marco’s here, I’ll be there in a little while.
Elsie and Janie – Hurry up!
“Hi baby.” Marco comes up behind me and leans his arms on either side of me, resting them on the counter in front of me and kisses me hello.
“Hi sexy, so I get to watch you beat on some guy tonight?” I smile mischievously up at him.
He laughs deep and loud and it makes me laugh with him.
“Yeah, I guess you will. Do you like the idea of that, babe?” He’s smirking at me.
“Why yes, Mr. Bond, I believe I do like the idea of that. Does that make me a bad girl?” I can’t keep the innuendo out of my comment.
“Elizabeth, you are the best kind of bad girl and I would kick anyone’s ass just to watch you watching me. Are you ready to go? And are your friends meeting us there?”
“Yes, I’m ready and yes, they’re meeting us there.” I hand Marco my phone to show him the messages.
He can’t help but laugh at my horny friends.
“Well this ought to be interesting.”
I don’t miss the little smirk on his face. I stand to get my purse and a bag with a change of clothes, just in case.
“You look sexy as hell in those yoga pants, Elizabeth. Almost too good.”
I come up and slide my arms around his neck, tilting my head up to him seductively.
“The only person I want to look sexy for is you, you have me completely captivated.”
His arms slide around my waist molding me to him, and I can feel the contours and ridges of his body pressed against me. He’s hard and strong, male and power, sexuality and control. Every fiber of his being emanates all of these, and if he wanted to he could destroy you or seduce you easily with just one look.
“And you are fucking exquisite bound and captive. Just remembering you tied and drunk on pleasure makes me crazy.”
His mouth begins to drink mine, slowly, hungrily, completely and I feel myself falling quickly into that drunken stupor of pleasure again. His hands press me in closer, and I want to melt into him. Close is not close enough.
Pulling away from me he’s silent for a moment as we gather our wits. I can feel how aroused he is by his erection pressed against me. I start to move to my knees. I want to take him in my mouth, taste him, swallow him, feast on him. But he stops me, holding me by my arms.
“Not now, baby, although I would love for you to suck every drop from me right now, but we don’t have time. And the edge of frustration will be good for me in the cage.” He smirks that devilish half grin at me, the one that says, ‘Yeah, I’m a cocky son of a bitch but I can back it up.’
“And you too, you’re going to be sparring with the real big boys tonight,” he says teasing me.
“Yeah, do you think they can handle me and the girls?” I wink at him.
He throws his head back laughing, guiding me out of the apartment with his arm wrapped around my waist, taking my bag from me as we go.
“Oh God, according to those texts, I don’t know if those guys know what’s coming. This should be fun.”
I text Elsie and Janie from the car to let them know we’re on our way. They’re waiting for us in the parking lot when we arrive. Elsie’s already met Marco but Janie pounces on him with her effervescent personality as soon as we get out of the car. She’s just like a grown-up ten-year-old.
“Well, finally I get to meet the mysterious Marco Kastanopoulis. Stalked my girl here, didn’t you, that first night.” Janie’s got her hands on her hips, with a wicked little smirk on her face, tapping her toe like a mother scolding her naughty child.
Marco’s not flustered one bit by Janie’s show. “Yes, I did. And I would do it again, just like that. It’s very nice to meet you, Janie. Elizabeth talks very highly of you. I wasn’t sure if she was ever going to let me meet you.”
“Come here, you big lug, and give me a hug. This is how we do it.” Janie opens her arms wide for a b
ig bear hug and Marco steps into them closing his arms around her and they both have big silly grins on their faces.
I can’t help but feel so happy that they’ve finally met and they’re hugging!
“So you two have already met?” I ask Elsie and Janie, looking from one to other.
Elsie chuckles a little bit before she says, “I guess we were both kinda excited about tonight. We got here early and we were hanging out. It wasn’t hard to figure out who we were.”
“Yeah, we were debating on going in and starting a little tour of our own,” Janie adds laughing.
“Come on, ladies, let’s go inside then.” Marco takes my hand and leads the way to the gym doors.
When we walk into the gym, Metallica’s So Fucking What is pumping through the speakers. Marco and I walk in first with Elsie and Janie behind us. Scott is at the front desk again completely absorbed in whatever he’s working on.
“Hey, Marco, good to see you. Hi, Elizabeth, good to see you again, and you’ve brought company for tonight’s class. Here’s some paperwork that needs to be filled out before class starts,” Scott says as he passes us each a packet of papers.
I take the packet and turn to face Elsie and Janie and they’re both staring towards the inside of the gym. I turn to look and John’s walking toward us through a sea of sexy sweaty male bodies. Tonight he’s wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt with all of those muscles taking on a life of their own with each step he takes.
“Who’s that?” they both whisper to me with eyes wide.
“I think that’s our teacher for tonight, John Wolfe,” I whisper back.
“There is a God,” Janie whispers rolling her eyes to the ceiling.
“Marco, Elizabeth, good to see you guys! Brian told me you’d be here tonight, dude. He’s just finishing up in the cage.” John greets us and they do that whole cool male handshaking/slapping thing.
“Cool, I’ll stay here with the ladies until they’re ready to go for the class then I’ll start on the bag.” Marco’s look becomes serious before he continues. “Did he tell you anything?”
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