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“You’re close, aren’t you?” he says in a low, guttural voice.
As soon as he says it, my heart beats quicker, and my whole lower body is flooded with the warmth of my orgasm as it dissolves me. I moan loudly, closing my eyes and watching chromatic waves flash behind my eyelids as I’m engulfed in a sea of oxytocin and dopamine.
For a brief moment, I’m terrified as my hearing cuts out. All I can hear is a slight ringing that comes from an imaginary distance. I want to panic, and I almost do before I regain all of my senses one at a time.
Without skipping a beat, Marcello rises from the floor and pulls his cock out of his pants, rubbing the tip along my soaking wet pussy as I convulse from the aftershock of my orgasm.
I’m not sure how long I can hold back before I tell him that I feel far too sensitive for him to be putting so much pressure on me. I hold out for a few more seconds until he eases the tip inside of me.
He moans under his breath as he feels my pussy wrap around him, and I realize in this moment that I’ve never heard a man moan before. I didn’t know how much it aroused me to hear a man momentarily lose his composure as he slips his cock inside of me. For a fleeting moment, I feel as though I’m the one in control.
This feeling disappears as soon as he slides the rest of his cock inside of me until he’s reached the deepest parts of me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that he’s gone deep enough to feel the organs in my abdomen. His dick is so much bigger than any that I’ve had before, but I feel no pain. He’s turned me on so much that there’s no stretching, no friction.
He opens my legs again, this time pressing down on them and keeping them as wide as possible as he begins to thrust. He’s rubbing the inside of my vagina at a slightly upward angle, making me gasp as his cock massages my g-spot.
Even though he’s clearly very practiced, I can’t believe that sex has ever felt like anything other than this. How could I have ever settled for less? Why didn’t I demand to be fucked like the goddess of the universe?
When he slides in and out at a faster pace, any illusion of power or control I had before is lost. He grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed near my hips as he thrusts deeper. I notice his eyes change, rolling back for a split second as he grows closer to orgasm.
All I can think about is how badly I want to see him cum. He’s taken complete control, using my body to please himself until he comes to the edge. It’s clear that he’s uncertain as to whether or not he’s ready to end this, but it’s only a matter of time before he can’t fight any longer.
“You look beautiful when you cum. I want to see you do it again,” he commands.
My whole body tenses at his voice as if I’m spellbound by his words. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, my vagina contracts as I feel another wave of intense pleasure building under my skin. It’s inside of me, all throughout my lower half. How did I never know that my body could feel this way?
“Cum for me,” he says in a low voice, fucking me harder and faster until I’m practically screaming for release.
My orgasm seizes me, and it feels as though time has stopped. I’m caught in the warmth of the moment, sharing something so profound and intimate with a perfect stranger.
He brings himself closer to me, placing his hands under my back to hold onto my shoulders. The way he thrusts is different now, much more controlled than other men I’ve been with when they’re ready to cum. His motions are so intentional, like he’s trying to get every last bit of pleasure out of this little pocket in time before we prepare to separate forever.
It isn’t long before his breathing grows labored and heavy. When he finally chooses to let go, I wrap my arms around his back to draw him into me. I hold him there for a few moments, taking in the heat that radiates off his skin.
When he lies flat on me, we both choose to remain silent. To speak would be to break the suspension of this moment in time. As soon as we’re brought back to reality, we’ll both have to acknowledge the distance between us that we’ve been able to close temporarily by entwining our bodies.
After maybe ten minutes of silence, his head on my chest as he listens to my heartbeat, he lifts himself from me and hands me my dress from off the floor. Without a word, he puts his clothes back on, glances back at me once with a genuine smile, and walks straight out the door.
I’m completely stunned, sitting up on the bed, covering my chest with a blanket as I ask myself what had just happened. I knew this was a bad idea! I knew this was going to be nothing more than a way for me to make myself feel awful!
This is what my ex would have wanted. He would be laughing in my face right now if he could, calling me a worthless slut who has no respect for myself. I’m sure he would give anything to see my confused, forlorn expression in the darkness of my hotel room.
Goddamn it, I can’t get it out of my head now - his stupid, self-righteous expression. Maybe he would be infuriated that Marcello has a bigger dick than him, but I doubt that would undo the sick sense of satisfaction he would get as he watched him leave me here alone.
I don’t even put my dress back on. I lie back in my bed, running the entire day through my head over and over to see if I can find what went wrong. Where did my willpower crumble? How did he convince me so easily?
I could have changed my mind at any point from the café to here. I could have assessed how this was going to make me feel and set myself back on the right course. I’ve let myself down, and now I have a stranger’s semen leaking out of me onto my sheets.
No matter how terrible I felt about doing it, it was the best sex of my entire life. I could choose to hate Marcello for that, for showing me just how good sex can be and then leaving me without an explanation or even a goodbye.
As I punish myself inside of my own head relentlessly, I listen to the fan in the room as it continues to hum exactly the way it did last night when I fell asleep. If I could, I would undo this whole day and act like it never happened.
ChapterFive
JUNE - Five Years Later
I’ve been reading the same article for fifteen minutes, completely unable to focus as my boys wrestle in the next room over. Archer, older by five minutes, commands his twin brother Calvin to give in and stop fighting back. Of course, Calvin has taken this as a personal challenge, mimicking stunts he’s seen professional fighters do on TV when he visits his cousins.
Every time I try to read over a line, I forget the information right away. I close my eyes for a moment, take a few deep breaths, and attempt to read it again. Within seconds, I’ve lost each word.
