“Can you stand?” He steadied me on my feet, waited until he was sure I wasn’t about to fall over, and then took my hand.
He led me over to the couch, leaving me only to draw his curtains shut. Producing a foil packet from his wallet before he tossed it across the room, he stuck it between his teeth and shoved his pants off to expose his fully erect cock.
I sucked in a breath as he rolled the latex protection on slowly between strong fingers. He was so fucking beautiful like this, so sexy that my skin burst out in tingles. With his lids heavy, his chest rising and falling fast, and his gloriously hard cock standing proud, he reached back behind the nape of his neck and pulled his shirt off.
Kicking off his shoes as he lowered himself over me, he braced a forearm against the backrest of the couch and I helped him remove his pants the rest of the way down. “We’re not going as slow as I had hoped.”
“And yet we’re still going much too slow.” I lifted my hips to graze against him, and both of us trembled at the contact.
Marco smirked and nipped my lower lip. “You’re so impatient.”
“You’re too patient.” He moved his hands to my ass, gripping it in a tight hold. “Don’t you dare make me wait any longer.”
“You think I’m patient?” He dragged his tip through my wetness and released a shuddering breath. “I’ve never wanted anyone this much in my entire fucking life. Wrap your legs around me.”
I hooked my ankles around his hips and positioned our bodies, keeping my eyes on his. His cock nudged at my entrance. Pausing there, he twined our fingers together before he thrust forward.
We both breathed out sighs of relief as he drove himself into me with powerful motions of his hips. His breaths came out in gasps, and my hands went to the back of his neck as I drew him closer and kissed him.
Fuck, he felt good.
Marco’s steady motions continued, and a groan ripped from his throat. “You feel so fucking good.”
“It’s like you read my mind,” I moaned. Kissing me hungrily when his lips came back to mine, he thrust into me again, moving harder and faster until everything he was doing was perfect.
I arched my hips to press my clit against his pubic bone, losing myself to everything but the pleasure building deep inside me once more. My fingers tightened on his skin as the desperation to touch him everywhere all at once overcame me. His hands did the same, roaming, exploring, pinching, and grazing until every nerve was primed.
Marco groaned in a way that sounded almost feral, definitely getting close to the edge. “Fuck, Addy. I can’t—I need—”
Hearing the same desperation as I felt in his voice sent shock waves of need through me. The obvious sound of his imminent pleasure pushed me right to the edge with him. With his next deep stroke, I stopped trying to fight against it and came again.
A large hand knotted in the hair at the nape of my neck as he surrendered to his own release.
“Addy.” He let out a loud moan before I felt his cock pulse inside me. As he emptied himself, he buried his head in the crook of my neck, hips bucking as his muscles quivered with mine.
When both of our bodies relaxed, he pressed his lips to my shoulder as we waited for our breathing to return to normal. He propped himself up on his forearms and pulled his head back to look at me.
“Want to do the pajama and movie thing now? I have a comfortable shirt you could borrow if you want it, but I’d be perfectly happy if you stay naked.”
My limbs were still a little shaky, but I managed to give him a weak shove. “I’ll take the shirt, thanks. If I don’t, we’ll never get around to watching the movie.”
“Good point.” He dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose, his muscles stretching as he pushed himself off of me. “Let’s go take a shower and get some snacks. We can pick a movie when we come back.”
I nodded my agreement and followed him to his gigantic en-suite bathroom. Showering together turned out to be as tempting as I’d predicted would happen if we stayed naked.
By the time I stumbled out of the stall, we’d each had another orgasm. I felt like I’d been made of jello, but I managed to get into the shirt he offered.
Marco towel dried his hair before pulling on a pair of drawstring pants. As he looked over at me sprawled out on his bed, wearing his shirt, his eyes darkened again.
I shook my head, laughing as I patted the spot beside me. “You cannot possibly be ready to go again.”
He shrugged. “I’m always ready to go again with you, but we can take a break if you need it.”
“I was promised a movie and snacks.” I sat up, inclining my head at the flatscreen TV mounted on his wall. “Do you think we can watch here? I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to stay awake.”
He nodded, coming over to kiss my eyelids before pressing a sweet kiss to my mouth. “I’ll go get the snacks. You line up a movie.”
Grabbing a sleek black remote from his nightstand, he tossed it into my lap and left the room. I smiled to myself as I got comfortable in the bed, climbing underneath the comforter as I pressed the power button.
The screen lit up while I fluffed some pillows behind my back and flicked on the lamp beside me. I scrolled through the movies he had on offer, narrowed down our choices to a shortlist, and waited for him to return.
A few minutes later, he came strolling back in, his arms laden with an assortment of snacks. He spread them out like a picnic on his bed
