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"You're done making work calls?"
"Everything is set," he chuckles. Taking my hand, he folds our fingers together. I imagine him folding me in half over the bed. Or, hell, inside the back of a car. I don't care. There's a lightness inside me. No more worrying about being trapped in Italy, no more fretting about giving my dad bad news.
And Marco...he seems more relaxed, too.
"You must feel relieved," I say.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. You got what you wanted, right?"
Marco considers me in deep thought. Tilting my chin upward, he graces me with one soft, short kiss. "Yes. I did. And it's right here in front of me."
A quick taxi ride––made quicker by our making out in the backseat––takes us to a small hotel by the water. "Why not just go back to the cruise ship?" I ask. "It's yours in every sense of the word now."
"True," he chuckles. "But I'd like to be on solid ground for awhile." Taking my hand, he pulls me from the car. Under the stars, as the tax driver casts us sly looks, he kisses me while dipping me towards the ground. My skin flushes pink as a rose. The anticipation is making its way through my bones until I'm shaking from excitement.
Marco is quick to hand his credit card to the front desk. They nod excitedly when he asks for the best room available. "The ocean view suite on the third floor, sir. Do you need help with your bags?"
"No bags," he says. "Just her. And I’ve got her handled." Scooping me into his arms, he carries me up the curving steps to the third floor. I giggle the whole way. He doesn't pause, doesn't struggle––he acts like I'm light as a cloud. Maybe I am; I feel like I could float away.
The room is gorgeous, yet I don't care. All I need is a bed, and the king size one in the middle of the room is perfect. He tosses me onto it, quickly removing his jacket, then undoing the buttons of his shirt.
Stretching out on the dark green blankets, I watch him eagerly. His eyes spark with carnal lust. I think he likes putting on a show for me, because he takes his time stripping down to just his pants.
He crawls onto the bed, hovering over me with his hands on either side of my head. I can feel his breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his lips finding mine once again. This time, the kiss is harder, more urgent. His hands start to roam, sliding under my dress, pulling it up over my head. His fingers trace the curve of my bra before popping the clasp open and tossing it aside.
I gasp as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it before he bites down gently. A moan escapes my lips and his hand snakes down between my legs, rubbing against the dampness that has already formed there.
"Marco," I whimper, my fingers digging into his back.
"Mmm?" he hums against my breast, his hand never stopping its ministrations.
"I need you," I pant, arching my hips up to meet his hand.
"What do you need, Filia?" he grins, his fingers flicking against my clit.
"I," I moan, my fingers digging into his back. "I want you. Inside me."
My hips buck up against his; his fingers continue their maddening pattern. "You're so wet," he says, his voice a raspy growl. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Filia. Bear down on me. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me when I fill you up."
"Yes!" I scream; a flurry of tingles bubbles up my spine.
"Say it again," he orders. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you."
His fingers dart inside me, curling back and forth. "Say my name."
"Marco," I whine, my hands tearing at his pants. "Please, Marco, I need you."
He flips me onto my stomach, his fingers leaving me to tear my thong down my legs. His lips land on my back, but the rest of him stays clear.
I squirm back against him, my ass pushing into his cock. It's just enough to get him to push forward, rubbing his head against me. Grasping my hips, he pulls me into him, but only enough to tease. I want more, need more; I reach back, taking his cock in hand and guiding it inside. His breathing grows louder, more ragged, as he sinks in deeper and deeper.
The sensation of his hot, hard cock inside me makes me moan and groan. "Marco..." I whimper.
