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Her apartment is small and has a cozy feel to it which I like. Her cooking and wine selections are both out of this world. Whoever taught her to cook must be an amazing chef, because although dinner was a simple pasta dish, it had so much flavor. Clearly, Italian blood runs through her because if the slight accent didn’t already give her away, the food she prepared did. It would rival Romeo’s and he is very authentic in his Italian cooking.
Now sitting on her sofa, my arm draped around the back of her shoulders, I want to dive all in because she hasn’t given me much tonight. I don’t want to pry, but I do want to get to know her. She leans her head back so it is resting on my arm, and I bring my hand to her face and gently stroke her cheek. It is an intimate gesture, but I can’t help but want to feel her and have my hands on her every chance I get.
Is it too forward of me? Probably.
Am I going to stop? No. I don’t think I could even if I tried.
She is relaxed. I’m not sure if it is the wine, the big meal, or simply each other's company, but she is resting on me. Her eyes are closed and she is simply enjoying being here with me. I watch her intently, wanting to feel her lips on mine again. I am completely enamored, and my self-control is slipping, holding on by only a thread. Her eyes open, looking straight at me with a fire I saw in them earlier, so I do what any other red-blooded man would do. It’s what I have wanted to do since I stepped into her place this evening. I put our glasses down on the coffee table and move closer to her, ready to kiss the ever loving fuck out of her without any interruptions.
I use both of my hands and cup her cheeks, pulling her to me as her hands go to my torso. She slowly moves them up to my chest and back down, gliding over the ridges of my muscles, and I feel myself tense extra hard just for her. The sensation of her hands on me makes me groan, and I feel very dangerous, very out of control with this woman.
Her lips are fucking perfect, and I devour her. I can’t get enough; I never want to get enough. I move my hands down and grab her by the ass, lifting her across to my lap so she is now straddling me. Our bodies are so close to one another, there is no room in between us. I know she is as turned on as I am because she starts moving on top of me, and I dig my fingers into her hips, pulling her down so she can feel my need.
My cock is throbbing, trying to push its way out of my jeans, straining against my zipper so badly that I know she can feel me. All of me. I move my hips up to push against her warmth, desperate to create some friction to relieve my pressure, and she lets out a small moan into my mouth, which nearly cripples me.
“Fuck, baby,” I croak out on her lips because I am nearly coming undone here with her on the sofa fulling clothed like I’m a teenager.
I move my hands and slowly feel up her gorgeous body, underneath her top. Her skin is soft, so fucking soft. I reach her bra and grab her breast, molding it in my hand. My lips desperately ache to touch that part of her too—all parts of her. I grab the bottom of her sweater and lift it over her head, breaking our kiss. Pausing, I’m mesmerized watching her hair fall down around her face as I see her in only her bra. I run my hand gently down her cheek, jaw, then feel the pulse in her neck, and I continue moving south until I hit her bra cup where I gently trace the fabric around her breast.
I flick my eyes to hers, silently asking her for approval to continue, but the fact that she is already undoing my shirt buttons gives me the green light I need to proceed, so I do, with fervor. I pull the cup of her bra down and lean forward and take her nipple into my mouth, licking it, then sucking as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders and yanks it off my arms before throwing it to the floor. Her hands rest on my now bare shoulders and her head falls back as she grinds her hips into mine. I can feel her long hair falling down her back as she gasps at my assault on her breast while I move to the other one, not able to get enough.
My hands move slowly around her back, and I unclip her bra. She is making the most erotic sounds and grinding against me so hard that I think I might explode, so I don’t wait a moment longer. I run my hands down, until I reach the edge of her jeans and slowly undo the button, my lips making their way up her neck until they become glued to hers.
Our hands are frantic, mine trying to undo her jeans and hers trying to undo mine. She lifts her hips slightly and I pull her jeans down over her pert ass. She quickly stands and shimmies out of them and then pulls mine down as well. Now standing in front of me, is my queen in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. The sexiest damn panties I have ever seen on such a beautiful woman.
I stare without an ounce of shame, trying to burn this image of her into my brain so I can think back to it often. A growl releases from deep in my chest, and I lean forward to grab her, pulling her body back to my lap. She straddles my hips again, and my hands find the curve of her ass, squeezing her ass cheeks and toying with her panties as she lowers her mouth back down onto mine.
I move one hand around her front across her hips, desperate to feel her. I run my fingers down the front of her panties and they are wet, so wet. I just want to rip them off her body. “Fuck, baby, you are so wet for me. I want to feel you?” I say as a question in between our hungry kisses. I am at the point of no return here, so if she stops this now, I am not sure I will ever recover. I feel her hand on mine as she guides my fingers inside her panties, and I groan again because now I can feel all of her, and I want more.
Frankie is breathing heavily and little moans and gasps are leaving her mouth with every brush of my fingers. Her lips move from mine and lean into my neck where she whimpers, “Oh God, Marco. I want you.” In that moment, any restraint I have snaps, and my hands grab her panties and I tear them from her body. Her hands reach down between us and she pushes my boxer briefs down a little, enough to grab my throbbing cock. Her delicate hand fists it a little, playing, teasing, driving me insane with need. The feeling of her hand on my cock is everything I imagined and more. If she continues, I will no doubt explode. I stop her hand with mine, and the words that leave me are strangled. “Baby, you’re killing me...”
I reach out and grab my jeans that are lying next to me on the sofa and pull a condom from the pocket. Seeing what I am doing, Frankie reaches for it and plucks it from my grasp. I lean back on the sofa and watch her take charge, my hands rubbing her thighs in anticipation. She is still straddling me, but now my throbbing cock is glistening in between us. Opening the condom with her teeth, she leans over and places it on me, rolling it down my hard length slowly. Her hands are tools of magic as I sit still on the brink of detonation. I can tell she’s enjoying taking her time, teasing me like this before she gives me what I’m craving.
She looks a little smug, so I slap her ass, hard, which causes her to let out a small squeal in reply. I lift her easily and position her on my length, then push my way into her without waiting another second. I am quick in my assault and Frankie claws onto my shoulders as I start to lift her up and down, gripping her ass cheeks and feeling her tight wet core surrounding me in immense pleasure.
“Oh god, Marco,” she breathes in my ear before letting out a low moan.
“Fuck, Frankie. Fuck, baby. You feel so good, so fucking good, baby.” Both of us are desperately chasing the ecstasy we both want and need in this moment.
I want to feel her explode around my cock so I reach down and massage her clit which results in Frankie convulsing, shaking, and screaming my name. It pushes me over the edge as well, and I yell her name so loud that I hope the downstairs neighbors aren’t home, knowing that I would have woken them up with my roar.
We are both panting while we come back down from our high with sweat covering our bodies as they stay molded together. I plant kisses all over Frankie’s lips, cheeks, and jaw, nibbling her neck and rubbing my hands up and down her back. I take her full weight on my body as she fully relaxes into my touch since she is now bone tired from our activities.
Standing, I keep her wrapped around my body and walk her down the small hallway to her bedroom. I pull back the blankets and lay her down before crawling in beside her, not wanting to separate for even a moment. We lie in her bed together; talking, touching, and devouring each other over and over again until the sun comes up the next morning.
10
Frankie
I wake up in bed to the sun starting to sneak through the curtains and Marco’s warmth behind me. Our legs are tangled and his hand is across my hips, his grip soft. His breath is rhythmic near my ear, and I feel his chest rise and fall against my back. I haven’t had a man in my bed like this for a very long time. In fact, I don’t think I ever really have. Sure, I had little flings in college, but nothing serious. But this, here this morning, in my bed, feels very different.
We talked, laughed, and made love over and over all through the night, leading to him staying over. It was magical. Marco is like no one I have experienced before. He is so attentive and treats me like I am his everything; and he makes me believe it, too. I know he must have many women in his bed. Given how well-known he is, I am sure girls throw themselves at him on the regular. As I lay still, snuggled in the bed next to him, I reflect on what I have done.
I know that it is selfish. I know that Sebastian and Alf are not going to be happy with me that I am curled up with a man. But this is the first time in my life that I have had this. Have had someone that I met myself, away from my family’s eyes, and connected with. Our passion for each other is obvious, and as much as I don’t want any danger to come to anyone, I just can’t say no to Marco. I don’t know how I will juggle it all, but I will. I have been well-hidden for the best part of a year, so this won't derail me.
I yawn. I am tired but energized at the same time. I don’t want to wake him since it is Saturday, and I am not sure if he has any reason to get up early. As I start to move, his hands cup me around the waist tighter and he pulls me to him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers as he nuzzles into my neck, kissing me then rubbing his hands slowly up and down all over my body. I could get used to waking up like this, feeling cherished and wanted for the first time in my life. I sigh and relax into him, and feel his hard body against my back.
