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I don’t know what to say because I know what a slow, painful torture is, and if I am caught by my papa then that is likely to be my future. But I feel so safe and secure with Marco; it is like nothing can reach me. He is my protector, my light in the darkness, and I want him to be by my side always.
“We don’t need to decide anything tonight, let’s just spend some time together. I will stay here with you. No one followed me, no one knows that I am here. We can cocoon here in your apartment for a few days and then think about the next steps. But please, Frankie, please don’t ask me to leave because I don’t think I can.” His voice catches at the end, and I feel his heart pounding in his chest.
“Okay,” I whisper out, not trusting my voice not to break and tears to explode from my eyes. I feel so vulnerable and frightened right now. I can’t stop touching him, my hands are still clinging to him and squeezing him to make sure he is real. That him sitting here on my sofa with me in his arms is not all just a dream.
“Okay,” he agrees and he pulls me close, crushing me to his chest as his arms encase me and we sit like that, stuck to each other for a few moments before he stands. With me still wrapped in his arms, he takes us to bed.
Standing in the moonlit room, Marco places me on my feet near the bed and pulls off his t-shirt and unbuttons his jeans. Down to only his Calvin Klein briefs, my hands run over his body, feeling every muscle and committing them to memory. His arms encase my waist, lifting me onto the bed and he stalks over me.
It is late, the apartment is quiet, and there is no street noise from below. The moon shines in the windows, draping us both in soft, white light. Marco leans down and takes my lips in his, moving slowly against mine.
My hands pull him closer, my need to be close to him now outweighing any fear I held earlier.
His hands run up my sides, and he removes my sleep top. I am left half naked, and he slowly moves his lips from my mouth, down my neck to my chest. His hands and mouth feel like they are everywhere, all over my body as they take in my breasts. His hands move south as he pulls down my sleep shorts, exposing the rest of me as he leans back on his knees and looks at me. His eyes roam every inch of my bare, naked body and his hands join his eyes in exploring every dip and curve.
“Marco, I need you,” I whisper, because I want him close. I need him close to me.
He pulls down his briefs, his large muscle now long and hard, throbbing with need and desire, and he leans down on top of me.
“I’m here, baby,” he whispers, before taking my lips in his again and grinding his cock at my center.
Slowly, we begin to move, wanting more friction. He is on top of me, but I need more of him.
His lips move to my neck, and at the same moment, he thrusts into me, filling me entirely in one movement. It is enough for my breath to catch, because he is a big man, but it feels so good, and I don’t want him to stop.
Marco slowly pulls out and then pushes in again, over and over in skilled movements.
“Fuck, Frankie. You feel good, baby,” he says as his pace steadies to a slow and deliberate assault. It is making me crave him; I am desperate for more.
“I never want to be apart from you like that again,” he says as he continues to thrust, and I begin to feel a slow build when my breaths become shorter. I’m close and he must feel it because he picks up his pace a little and grinds into me.
“Marco,” I pant while the orgasm explodes out of me as he continues to thrust, giving me more of him with each push, and I feel his cock throb as he comes undone, his mouth on mine, kissing me with every but of passion he has to give.
As we both come down from our high, his hands continue to caress my body, and his lips and tongue continue to move slowly against mine.
He moves and lies beside me. Pulling me close, my back to his chest, his arms tighten around me and grip me tight as my head rests on his bicep like a pillow.
“Sleep, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
With his hot breath touching my neck, I close my eyes and we both succumb to sleep for the first time all week.
14
Marco
When I wake up, it is too bright to open my eyes as the sunlight is streaming through the window onto my face. I turn over and reach out beside me to grab Frankie, who snored quietly next to me all night, but my hand hits an empty, cold pillow. Sitting up slowly, I stretch over and grab my phone from the bedside table to check the time. 10am. I slept all night; that rarely happens. I am usually awake and up by 6:30am. However, the past few days have been hard, and I haven’t slept much so I needed solid sleep last night to catch up.
Looking over, I see Frankie’s side of the bed empty, and she isn’t in the room. I peer into her bathroom, but don’t see her in there either. Confused, I rub my eyes and try to get my bearings. I hear noise from the kitchen, so I realize she must be there and a hot coffee is sounding really good about now.
The past few days without her have been hell. I haven’t slept, I haven’t eaten, my brothers have been rallying around me concerned, but all I wanted was Frankie. She wouldn’t even answer my calls and that pissed me off, but I know there is a good reason for it. So, I had to come last night. I had to see her, and I knew I had to do it under the cover of darkness. There was something about the paparazzi or having photos together that totally frightens her, and I want to get to the bottom of it.
I am glad I came; we were wrapped up in each other all night, I didn’t want to let her go. I felt so relieved when she let me in and then jumped into my arms when we saw each other. I knew then that she was also struggling with being apart. I didn’t want to let her go, and in fact, I think I held her all night, something I have never done with any other woman before.
I sit up and throw off the blankets, then pull on my jeans that are crumpled on the floor. I wish she stayed in bed with me this morning because I just want to have her close to me. As I stand and do up my buttons, I pause. I hear her voice and another low voice, a male, they are talking. She has company and didn’t wake me. Now I am intrigued and a little pissed off. I feel bad for sleeping in and not being with her when she had someone visiting.
I grab my t-shirt and walk out of the bedroom, pulling it over my head as I walk. I rake my fingers through my hair, trying to look presentable as I step into her open plan living/kitchen area. I stop short, seeing the old guy from the bar sitting on a stool at her kitchen bench while Frankie is in the kitchen prepping coffee. They are talking in hushed tones, and he looks just as grumpy as he did the other night when I saw him.
“Good morning,” I say roughly because I haven’t spoken out loud yet this morning and after a solid ten-hour sleep, my voicebox needs to wake up. I scratch my head and slowly walk over to them.
