Some girls enjoy the spanking and rough play. To each their own, but it has never been my style. With how big Marco is, I’d done the same stupid thing once again thinking I knew how he’d be. That his hold would be too rough, his kiss hard, but that is not what this is.
His mouth is gentle but firm against mine. The tug on my hair is the perfect amount that it doesn’t hurt; it only reminds me who is in control. He’s going to give me what I need one way or another.
Somehow, he maintains control of the kiss as one of his hands slips from my hair so he can wrap his arm around me. He pulls me up to sit on the kitchen counter, stepping between my legs to spread them wide. My dress rides up so only my panties and his slacks separate us. Marco’s erection presses into my clit.
I moan into his mouth as he rocks against me, giving me friction where I need it the most. My whole body is on fire. I’ve been having small fantasies about Marco in my mind for years. From the first time I spotted him in town, I’ve been crushing on a watered-down version that isn’t even close to what he truly is. The man is so much more than I ever could’ve imagined.
“Marco.” I gasp for air when his mouth pulls from mine, but it doesn’t leave my body. It travels across my jaw and over to my ear.
“Going to taste you.” There it is. The line I invited him past. It’s not a question, and damn does that turn me on because I’m into it. I’m into him.
His sweet, gentle, gruff firmness is what I need in my life. This man wants to take care of me. I’m pretty sure he already sees me as belonging to him. Again, red flags should be flying, but all I’ve got are white ones of surrender. In all my life, I’ve never felt this pull to another man. Even before I knew who he truly was. All the layers underneath the man.
I don’t know fully what Marco did in his past life, but he sees more than any of us do. That day in the grocery store when I was so sure he was staring right through me, I hadn’t been wrong. He sees right to the core of who I am. Telling me things about myself I hadn’t even realized. I know I put on this hard exterior to the rest of the world. In one glance Marco knew it was a thin shell. One he’s shattering right now.
“Get out of that head of yours. Need you here with me,” he says as he begins to trail kisses down the column of my neck. I know I’ve read about this stuff in books but doing that and experiencing it firsthand are two totally different things.
“Oh, I’m here, big guy.” My fingers dig hard into his shirt as I try to shift my hips to rub myself against him.
“Not here,” he grunts.
I wrap my legs around Marco as he carries me through the house. I have no idea how he manages it. We kept kissing, my mouth never leaving him until he lays me down on a bed. “Marco?” I breathe out when he stands, not joining me on the bed. Did he change his mind?
“Said I need to taste you.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him it was only fair, he’d fed me, but I let out a small gasp when he pulls his shirt off. Scars mark his broad, muscular chest. If I had to guess, I’d say one might even be a bullet wound.
I try to sit up to touch him, but he’s a man on a mission. He pushes my dress up farther before yanking my panties down my legs. I don’t get a chance to respond to anything. He buries his face between my thighs, causing all rational thought to leave me.
My hips jerk up at the first touch of his tongue to my clit. He brings his arm down across my waist, keeping me pinned to the bed. I let out a whimper, my legs spreading wide for him. My body is clearly on board with his domination.
“Marco, I can’t,” I blurt out when he sucks my clit into his mouth as he presses a finger inside of me. A loud guttural growl comes from him. He lifts his head. His mouth is covered in my juices. I thought Marco was hot before, but this is something else altogether. He licks his lips greedily for more of the taste of me. “Why are you stopping?!” I grip the sheets, fisting them to hold on to something.
“You said you can’t.” He circles my clit with his tongue. I need more pressure.