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"Filia," he says, his voice low and intense. "I want to drink you in. Let me do that."
Somehow, the words fall into my sex-crazed mind. Before I can find any words, Marco has moved his fingers away. He moves up my body, and I can feel his cock pressing into my thigh.
I lean up and kiss him, my tongue sliding over his and my hand reaching down to wrap around his thick, pulsing shaft. His erection grows even harder in my hand as I start to stroke him.
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls me up, flipping me over onto my knees, my back to him and he moves behind me, grabbing my ass.
I gasp as he slides himself inside me, filling me up in one smooth thrust. I moan as he starts to thrust in and out of me, his hands gripping my ass tight. His cock feels so good inside me, I lean my head forward, resting it on the bed, trying to get control of the sensations running through my body. I can barely catch my breath, his thrusts are so powerful, so strong.
"Marco," I gasp. His name comes out like a prayer on my lips.
His pace picks up, driving deeper into me. I feel his cock grow harder inside me, and I know he's close to coming. The thought of him finishing in me turns me on, makes me want to come with him.
I turn my head and look back at him, my eyes locking onto his. I thrust my hips back, trying to take all of him in deeper. He groans, his fingers digging deep into my flesh as he pushes forward, hitting the deepest parts of me.
His hand wraps around my hair and he yanks my head back, just hard enough to send a gush of pleasure through my body. He keeps stroking into me, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. I can't control the moans coming from my lips anymore, and I don't want to. I've never felt as good as I do now, his cock moving within me, his hands gripping me tight.
All of a sudden, he tenses, his cock swelling.
I moan and he thrusts one last time, deep and hard, as he fills me up.
I collapse forward, my pussy clenching around his cock as he continues to thrust. I flip myself over, leaning up on my hands and knees, letting him have my mouth, my neck and my breasts.
He moves back, his eyes dark with desire as he stares at my breasts and my hard nipples. His hands move down my body, and I gasp as he starts to stroke my clit.
It only takes minutes before I'm coming, my hips bucking back against him.
His cock pulses and throbs inside me each time I come, and when I finally stop shaking and trembling, he pulls out of me.
"Good girl," he whispers. He leans down and kisses me again, gently. "Filia," he whispers. "You are incredible."
He's looking at me with a totally new level of admiration in his eyes and something else, is it pride? Like I performed well for him. I can’t help loving that.
I feel so free, so good. Marco's hands on my body have made me feel so beautiful, so wanted. He's not worried about what's happening tomorrow--he only cares about giving me pleasure now.
I can stop worrying about my job. About being stranded in Italy. Nothing else matters buthere.
For the first time in I don't know how long, I feel...
Happy.
Chapter Five.
The next morning, I wake up to the sun streaming through the window. It feels like a dream, waking up in a real hotel room in Italy. I roll over, and an arm reaches out, pulling me closer.
I turn my head and smile. Marco stirs, his lips curling up in a smile as he opens his eyes.
He pulls me close and whispers something in Italian. It sounds like some kind of compliment.
"Good morning," I say, smiling.
He leans in, kissing me gently. "Good morning."
I can't help being nervous––what if he regrets last night? After all, I'm a real mess. But he doesn't seem to notice as he pulls me close, stroking my hair. I melt into his arms, slowing my breathing, trying to make myself relax.
"Are you hungry?" he says.
"Starving.”
