“I don’t have the patience for nice,” Marco warned me, as his hands cupped my ass. He’d warned me of the same thing when we had sex the other day.
I tangled my hands in his hair and yanked him slightly, so he was looking directly at me. “Don’t you know by now?” I asked. I reached out and slid my tongue down the side of his neck. “I’m not looking for patience. I want you to take me. Make me yours.” I didn’t have control over myself. Whenever Marco was touching me like this, I lost complete control of myself. I would have done anything he wanted me to if he made me feel even one ounce of the pleasure that I knew he could.
Marco lifted me into the air, and the remainder of my clothing slid to the floor, so that the only thing that I was wearing were my panties. He didn’t take me far, just to the bed where he dropped me down on the bed.
I didn’t have to wait long to see what he was going to do next. His large body slithered over mine as he came down on top of me.
Marco lined his cock to my opening. I could feel the head of it pressing against my clit, and I moaned from the friction. I was so wet from sucking his cock that I was sure the moment he slid inside of me, I was going to come.
“Don’t tease,” I moaned out, allowing my legs to fall open wider, so that he could fit in between my thighs.
Our eyes locked as Marco slid deep inside of me. I could feel every inch of him as he slid against me. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned out, tightening my muscles around him.
“Don’t come yet,” Marco ordered as he stilled his body.
I was as tense as a plank, and I was sure that the slightest movement would splinter me into a million pieces. “Marco,” I moaned out. I tried squeezing my internal muscles once more. I needed to come. The pleasure that I knew Marco could bring me was on the tip of my tongue. But he refused to move.
“Look at me,” he ordered. His thumb tweaked my nipple slightly causing me to gasp, and my eyes to fly open in surprise.
Marco was staring at me with a tender passion in his eyes that made me uncomfortable. His hands tangled in my hair, and he traced his nose down my chin. “I thought you didn’t have any patience for romance,” I moaned out. Marco shifted slightly causing all of my nerve endings to fire up.
“You’re my wife, and it’s our wedding night.” He spoke as if that was supposed to mean something to me. I almost reminded him that it did not. We might be husband and wife, but we weren’t in a love match.
But the look on his face made me stay quiet. My breath caught in my throat as Marco slowly slid out of my body. “You feel so good.” I moaned as Marco pressed in and out of my body. Despite the slow pace, I could feel my orgasm building to the point where I was panting with pleasure.
“I’m close,” I moaned out. My knees were digging into the side of Marco’s waist, as I did my best to urge him to go harder. I was enjoying the soft pace, but there wasn’t enough for me to finish.
Marco’s hand trailed down my body. His fingertips rubbed at my clit causing me to catapult off the bed. “Oh my God.” I was panting with pleasure, and I knew that if Marco picked up the pace just slightly that I would finish, and I knew that it would be glorious.
“I want you to come with me.” It was another order, but this was one that I was happy to give into. As he spoke, Marco picked up the pace slightly and rubbed my clit furiously. The pressure built until I was practically screaming Marco’s name in pleasure.
My orgasm was the most powerful I’d had so far, and when it was finally over, I felt completely exhausted by it. Marco thrust inside of me until he was also completely spent.
Unlike the previous times we’d had sex, his orgasm this time was soft. His lips had fused to mine as he came, and he’d wrapped me in his arms. When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, his nose in the crease of my neck.
Neither of us spoke. There was something thick and emotional between us, and I didn’t want to be the one to shatter it. So tonight, I’d put aside my worries, and allowmyself to pretend that I was snuggling up to a husband who loved me instead of a man who wanted to keep me close so I didn’t snitch on him.
Tomorrow was a new day, and I would deal with reality then.