As Marc crawled up the bed, his body hovering over mine, heat radiated from his skin and my heart raced as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. “Need you so bad, baby.”
I couldn’t find the words to respond, my throat tight with emotion and desire. Instead, I reached for him, my hands sliding over the smooth, warm skin of his back, down to his perfect ass, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him pressed against me.
Marc’s powerful hands gently guided me onto my stomach, the comforter cool against my heated skin. His warmth left me aching for more, but I knew he had something else in mind. As he positioned me on all fours, his body pressed against my backside, his erection hard against my thigh. His hands roamed my body, caressing and squeezing every inch of me.
Marc’s lips found their way to the nape of my neck, kissing and nibbling as his fingers continued their exploration southward toward my ass. He teased me mercilessly, circling around the tight ring of muscle that craved his touch. “I got you, baby,” he whispered before his tongue replaced his fingers, lapping at thesensitive skin. I moaned as his tongue probed deeper, loosening me up.
Every nerve in my body hummed with the sensation of Marc’s touch. It had been so long since someone made me feel this wanted, this desired. My moans turned into breathy gasps as Marc’s tongue worked its magic. My legs quivered, barely able to hold me up.
Then he pulled back, his chest heaving as he admired the sight of me, exposed and eager on all fours for him. A playful grin crossed his lips as he gave my ass a quick, firm swat, the sting of his hand sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Fuck,” I groaned, hanging my head.
“Gimme a sec,mi amor,” he answered with a grin and leaned over the bed, his muscular arms flexing as he reached into the small bag left from earlier. The soft crinkle of a condom wrapper filled the quiet room, followed by the sound of him unrolling it onto his cock. Seconds became hours waiting, trembling, until Marc’s hands slid back on my ass, his touch gentle and reassuring as he spread the lube around my hole.
It didn’t take much to prep me, not after what happened between us earlier. “Please, Marc,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I need you.”
He responded with a low growl, his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed forward, slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to his size. The fullness was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. I gasped, my fingers gripping the bed as he continued to thrust, his movements maddeningly steady and controlled.
“You feel so good, Kenny,” Marc murmured, his breath hot against my neck as he covered my body with his. “So fucking perfect.”
Those words sent a wave of heat through me, and I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm. He grunted hard at that,his big hands grasping tight on my hips and soon the sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, along with our moans and gasps of pleasure.
Marc’s right hand snaked around my hip, finding my cock, hard and aching for attention. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, my body tensing and my breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Still so tight,” Marc groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. “Like you were made for me… All mine.”
His words were all it took, and I tumbled over the edge, convulsing as I came, my cum spilling onto his hand and the comforter below.
Marc’s hands gripped me as he pulled out with a groan, leaving me empty and aching. I trembled as he flipped me over, my back hitting the bed, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. I gazed up, heart racing, as he aligned himself and thrust back inside with a force that made me gasp.
“Fuck,” Marc growled, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “You feel so damn good.”
He moved again, his hips pistoning forward as he fucked me hard and rough, the way I craved it. My back arched off the mattress, my body straining to meet his every thrust. The sound of our fucking filled the room. “Fuck, yes,” I groaned with each deep thrust as he leaned in, bending me in half. “Don’t stop… don’t—”
Marc’s movements became erratic, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath against my skin as he let out a guttural groan. His cock pulsed inside me, and he came with a shout in my ear, his body shuddering as he emptied himself.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled together, our breaths slowing down. The solid heft of Marc’s body pressed against mine, his skin radiating warmth as I traced lazy circles against his shoulder.
This strange sense of victory settled on me. I’d somehow won the heart of this man, and I was never letting go.
The soft glow of the downtown lights streamed in from the window. From where I lay, I saw people in another nearby high rise, walking around, lights turning on and off, living their lives.
Would any of them ever be as happy as I was at this moment?
Marc shifted slightly, his hand coming to rest on my chest, above my heart. The gentle pressure of his touch, the way his fingers ghosted across my skin, sent little shivers of pleasure through my body. “Kenny?” he whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable in the quiet of the room. “Are you okay?”
My face broke into a wide smile as I let out a deep sigh.Was I okay?“Fucking amazing, babe.” I played with his hair as he pulled off his condom, then stretched across me to grab a few tissues from the nightstand. “See what I mess I made?” I told him as he cleaned my cum off his hands and dabbed at the comforter.
He chuckled low. “My bad, I guess,” he told me before dipping his head to meet mine in the softest kiss, such a contrast to the rough fucking just a few moments before. “But you felt so good, when I was inside you,” he said, his fingers ghosting over my shoulder. “Like your body was made for me.”
He had no idea what effect those words had on me. Here I was, holding the man I had loved from afar for so long, now mine in every sense of the word.
And here in Marc’s arms, I’d found so much more than I ever imagined.
I stirred from a deep, contented sleep, the first tendrils of consciousness drawing me out of my dreams and back to the waking world. Instinctively, I reached out across the rumpled sheets, seeking the warmth and solidity of Marc’s body beside me.
My fingers met only the cool cotton fabric.
Blinking the last vestiges of sleep from my eyes, I propped myself up on one elbow, scanning the room. On the table next to Marc’s side of the bed, I spotted what was left of the pastries that we’d eaten in bed, feeding each other after our lovemaking, making plans for the summer to take Mia to the beach.
