Taking my cock in his mouth, he engulfs me completely.
Again and again, pleasure cresting in waves.
“Oh mygod. Baby…”
His tongue caresses the shaft, so hungry between my legs.
Those hands know exactly what they’re doing.
“Yes… fuck yes…”
Marco is relentless.
That naughty twist each time he reaches the crown? Indescribable bliss.
I can barely stand.
One hand holds tight to his shoulder.
Within minutes I’m so damn close to spilling.
My stomach tenses with each wave.
“I'm gonna…”
“No, you're not,” he whispers. “Not until I say.”
Standing to his feet, he presses me against the wall.
I kiss that wicked mouth.
Passionately at first, then a light tease of his lips.
Kicking my boxers to the side, I’m now completely naked.
“It's not entirely fair,” I lament, “...that you're still wearing clothes.”
Marco takes me by the hand, pushing me onto the bed.
“That's something we shall have to remedy, isn't it?”
He peels the shirt from his body.
I lay back against the pillows, dick throbbing with want.
Soon he’s down to just his jocks, thumbs toying with the waistband as if testing how much I can take.
I’m completely under his spell.
“The other night I said… Amos, I want you to fuck me. But only if you're mine.”
And I'm his.
I have been for days.
My mind, body and soul hunger for this man, no matter how much I downplay it on the surface.
“I'm already yours, Marco. If you'll have me.”
