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It doesn't take long before the kiss grows more intense. Marco's arms wrap around my waist and pull me in closer, his lips searching mine hungrily. I shut the door behind us so we're completely alone, my nails digging into his shirt. I missed touching him like this; it hasn't beenthatlong but so much has transpired between our last intimate moment that I'm aching for this.
His touch is electric as our mouths move together. Every nerve in my body is vibrating, responding to his attention obediently.
When at last he pulls away, I'm left trembling from head to toe. We stand there for a moment, our fingers intertwined and hearts beating wildly against each other's chests. "How quiet can you be?" he asks.
I grin wickedly. "Me? What about you?"
Marco's eyes flash; he spins me around, pressing my upper body onto the bed. "Let's pray the nurses leave us alone, or you'll learn the Italian words forGet out before I call the police."
I want to laugh but I groan instead––his fingers are gliding over my ass through my long, layered skirt. It's one of my favorite things he bought me. Worried he'll get too aroused and rip it to get to me, I reach back, hiking it up.
Marco lets out a husky sigh. "Fuck, your ass is beautiful."
Before I can react, he dives in, licking my pussy through my red satin panties from behind. Saliva soaks through the fabric, mixing with my pussy juice as he swipes it away. "Oh my god, Marco," I muffle into the blankets.
"Careful," he cautions, chuckling, hot breath tickling my clit. "Remember there are people who could hear you."
"It's not my fault," I pant.
"You want me to stop?" His fingertips trace my slit; he tugs my panties down my thighs, inhaling my scent. I'm shaking from pure delirium. His tongue flicks against my clit as he pulls me closer to him.
"No, don't you dare."
"Fuck me, I've missed you," he growls, straightening up. I hear the sound of his belt buckle, the jangle of his pants hitting the ground. He yanks my panties free as I spread my legs apart.
"I've missed you too." This is pure bliss, having him so close. I reach down, slipping my hand over his cock. He's so hungry for me, so hard and smooth.
In one clean stroke, he enters me. I cry out. It feels so good, my pussy gripping his cock tightly.
He groans, low and desperate. It's the kind of sound I've missed more than anything else in the past few weeks. I squeeze my inner walls around him, trying to pull him deeper inside.
He pushes my legs up, his palms smoothing over my calves. He's slow at first as he begins fucking me
We're quiet but the bed is creaking, the headboard knocking against the wall. It's hot to imagine the nurses will hear us and know what's happening. I'm glad for the thick door I closed, knowing that it's muffling the sounds of our pleasure.
"Filia," Marco says, sounding as if he's on the edge.
"You can come inside me," I answer, fucking him as hard as he fucks me.
"Fuck." He breathes in, thrusting deeper and faster. "You're so hot, so tight. I can't get enough of you."
"Me neither," I gasp, the muscles in my pussy clenching down on him. I'm going to come; it's so close, my body is burning up. I pump my hips against his, writhing against him as our bodies come together.
"Wrap your legs around me," he growls. My ankles cross each other, locking me into place.
"Good girl." He pounds into me, hitting my G-spot with each stroke. His cock-ridge grinds across the roof of my pussy until I see double.
The heat rises; it's too much, I'm coming, clenching around him as my muscles release their tension from the orgasm. "God, Marco, yes!"Shit, the nurses.I don't care, but it would be better totryfor silences. I put my thumb between my lips, biting down to soften my wanton groans.
With a guttural sound of release that starts low in his belly, Marco hunches over me. His shaft swells as he finishes balls deep inside me. Sweat gives his jaw a nice sheen. I reach up, stroking it. His eyes find me as he catches his breath.
His eyes narrow with worry. Gripping my hand, he pulls it away from my face. We both see me teeth marks on my thumb. "Careful," he warns me. "I don't want to see you hurt, even if it's in the middle of fun."
My heart couldn't grow any bigger. "I love you," I whisper.
"I love you, Filia," he answers, his voice rough with emotion.
I moan, pushing my tongue between his lips. I'm drunk on him. I can't stop touching him, and the two of us indulge in a session of rubbing our skin together, fingers tracing curves and corners until we know each other better than ever. I could draw him with my eyes shut.
