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He groans and thrusts into me with greater force, creating waves of pleasure that echo through both our bodies. I cling to him as he ravishes me with his powerful strokes.
I’ve never been this vocal before or felt the need to be consumed by someone. But I take every thrust, every stroke, and I only crave more.
“Don’t you cum… Not yet.”
“Marcello, I can’t,” I whimper as I feel the pressure building. “Please…”
“We’ll come together.”
My hips move along with him, both of us lost in this wave of blissful pleasure. I cry out his name as I reach the edge and he promises to jump over the edge with me.
“Now, love, now you can... Fuck!”
He drives so deep within me I scream, scratching his chest, squeezing his torso with my thighs, milking his dick. And I’m not alone, shattering into countless pieces under him.
Slowly our breathing slows down and he pulls away from me, stroking my hair softly before locking eyes with me once more.
A satisfied sigh escapes me as I pull him closer for one last kiss before we risk drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. I feel safe and loved in a way I have never felt before.
Then he rolls off me and presses a hand to his head.
“Damn,” he mutters, chest heaving.
I’m breathless too, so I merely watch him struggle to catch his breath. My fingers trace a circle around the heart tattoo on his groin. Because I still feel out of breath, that’s the only way I can express my satisfaction with what we have just done.
Marcello has blown my mind.
“What do you want after all of this is behind you?” I ask
He turns his head and I wonder if I'll ever tire of seeing his eyes. “I want to see where this thing goes without the mafia on our asses.”
“Really?” I twist under the intensity of his gaze.
“Really. What about you? What do you want?”
“Return to school, maybe. I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. But somehow I got caught up in surviving.”
“I can help you do that.”
“How?”
He shrugs. “I’ve done well for myself.”
“With mafia money?”
“No, the market, real estate, and investments. I knew the mafia gig wouldn’t last, just never thought it would end like this.”
I lean forward and kiss him gently. I lost my brother and he’ll have lost his cousin by the end of this. It’s an awful way to live.
“So, tell me about this school teacher job. Would you let me fuck you on your desk?” His brows wiggle and I laugh.
We lay there, talking in the dark. Marcello nods and smiles, encouraging me to delve deeper. I share my dreams, my goals, and my hopes for the future. As I do, the tension begins to melt away, and I see his face light up with interest and admiration.
Taking a deep breath, I look up. He's still watching me intently, but now I can feel a warmth radiating from him, and I find myself surrendering to it, like a wave breaking on the shore.
We fall into a comfortable silence, and for a moment, it feels like time has paused.
Then, he reaches over, fingers curling around mine, and a shiver shoots through me. We stay like that for a while, locked in each other’s gazes, and in that moment, I know something has shifted between us.
