We Did It (18+)

We Did It (18+)
Sofia pov
(Sex scene in this chapter)
“We don't have to talk tonight,” I said. “But I don’t want to pretend anymore either.”
His eyes searched mine, dark and unreadable. I crossed the space between us slowly, deliberately.
And then I reached for him.
My hands slid over his shoulders, then down his chest. He stiffened under my touch, but didn’t move away.
“Can I?” I whispered.
Marco looked at me like I was dangerous.
I wasn't sure why he looked at me like that but was it possible we were having the same thoughts.
That we could break each other and break past every wall we’d ever built around our hearts.
And still, he didn’t stop me and my roaming hands.

I kissed him first, soft, uncertain. His breath hitched.
Then he kissed me back.
Not rough, not demanding
My breath hitched with each contact our lips made.
We moved on the bed like one entity as our limbs tangled together. My dress slipped off my shoulder. His hands framed my waist as if afraid to break me.
“Let me see you.” He whispered and I could only nod.
When he moved to undress me, I let him. When he laid his palms against my ribs, knowing where his hands were going. I let him anticipating pleasure and moaned when his hands gripped my breasts gently.
“I will be very gentle. I promise I won't hurt you.” He pressed some kisses to the side of my neck.
I answered him by breathing his name like a prayer: “Marco…”
Our lips moved together.
Every kiss felt like a wound being sealed shut. Every gasp was a truth neither had dared speak aloud.

Marco detached from my lips and moved down. His lips caught the tip of my nipples and I moaned out in surprised pleasure.
“Has anyone touched this before?” He asked, molding his big hands around my porcelain globes.
“Aside from me, no.” I panted.
My head dropped back, my neck barely supporting it.
He continued sucking my nipples alternating between each bud.
Thankfully, I wasn't wearing panties as I was quite making a mess down there. My thighs were already dripping with my need. The thought made me moan louder.

Marco spent some more time before moving to my stomach, pressing kisses on it. Then he stopped at my pelvic region.
While he had undressed me earlier, my nightgown had been trapped .
“Can I?” His eyes had gone darker and he looked really good staring at me from down there.
I nodded, biting my lips, since my brain was grasping to form words.
He took his time peeling off the night wear off me and was surprised to see I was bare.
“You aren't wearing panties?”
“No, I don't wear panties some times at night.”
“Good. I'm going to make you feel good.” He promised then basically French kissed my vagina.
“Marco.” I moaned, my hands unintentionally reaching down to grab his hair.
“Does that feel good?” His voice vibrated through the folds of my pssy turning me on further.
I nodded too turned on to speak.
“Use your words, la mia dolce.”
“Yes, Marco.”
He went back to his task, doing all sorts of things to my pssy. Things that I haven't experienced before but fully enjoyed.

“Please Marco.” I pleased, pressing myself against his mouth.
He was using a technique where he was swiping his tongue through my folds while maintaining eye contact with me.
I was in cloud nine and nothing would be able to bring me down from that high place.
“You want to come, la mia dolce?”
“Hmm, say that again.” I begged.
“La mia dolce?”
I got wetter and he noticed full advantage of it. Who would have thought Marco and I would be in this situation? If someone had been told this months ago, I might have slapped that person hard.
“You like when I call you that? La mia dolce?”
“Yes.” My fingers tightened on his hair.
“Good. Do you want to come?”
The harsh look of pleasure on his face was almost enough to tip me off the edge.
“Yes.”
He doubled his efforts by lapping my clit and then sucking fully on it.
I didn't know when I screamed, rolling my hips hard.
My brain short-circuited and I think I saw stars as my vision went white. I could feel my legs quivering against his shoulders.

“Good girl.” He praised me as I came back to Planet Earth.
He was still petting my clit with his tongue and had introduced his fingers to the mix.
“My gosh.” I moaned, my voice came out weak. My heart fluttered against my chest like weak limbs as I took in deep breaths.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“Words, mia cara. I need to hear it from your lips.”
“Yes I'm.”
“Good girl. Do you want me to take it further? Do you want us to continue?”
I wanted to answer with a nod but remembered he didn't like that.
“Yes I want it.” I bit my lip.
My pelvic area was soaked with my orgasmic juices.

Marco stood up from his position on the bed, the hint of my wetness on his lips.
My weak limbs went limper as he undressed before my eyes. This was the first time I was seeing my husband shirtless.
“My gosh.” His chest was big and looked firm. My eyes traced the holy trail as I commited each slab of his abs to memory.
His upper body was a work of art, showing the hardwork of a man that took his work outs seriously.
“You like what you see, la mia dolce?”
“Yes.”
“Should I continue?”
“Yes please.” I wanted to see his lower body.
What would his dick look like?
He smiled flashing his teeth, then went to work.
His hand dragged down his bottoms and a sharp smack sounded as his hard dick made contact with his abs.
I gasped in shock. He was very erect and big. I gulped in self preservation, that thing looked like it could tell someone into two.
“La mia dolce?” His eyes were concerned.

“Should we stop?”
“No, I'm fine. I was just taken off guard by your,” I pointed to it. His dick moved like it was nodding.
“Is this your first time seeing a man's dick?” He held his dick and slid his hands in a up and down motion.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Are you a virgin?” He asked, pausing his motion.
“Yes. Would that be a problem?” I challenged getting little strength to talk back.
“No.”
“Good.”
Marco came back to bed, sliding up to me.
My legs spread open by itself making space for Marco to make himself comfortable between them. He kissed me easing the tension off me a little.
His dick brushed against my wet folds and I bit my lips moaning in renewed pleasure.
“Are you on the pill?” He did that again, applying more pressure and pressing it against my clit.
“Yes.” I took birth control pills to help regulate my periods.
“Good. Now this might be painful. Tell me if it gets too much for you to handle.”
“Okay.” I mumbled.
“Promise to tell me?” His hips were driving forward more and more.
“I will.” I hope it doesn't get too much for me to handle because I have heard first time sex can be painful.

My mouth opened in a moan that didn't make it out of my throat.
“Damn, you're so tight.” His brows were creased in concentration as he pressed against my entrance.
“Is it hurting you?”
“A little.” I felt a little pinch of discomfort as the head went in after his repeated motion of pressing it in and out.
“Should I stop?”
“No.” It was better to get it over with.
He paused taking a deep breath, also giving me time to get myself.
“The head is in. I will go slow okay, mia cara?”
“Okay.”
With each groan, he carefully put his own length in me.
“My gosh.” I felt so full.
“I will go slow.” He told before he started rolling his hips.
Then he switched to taking it out and putting it back in. I still felt a slight burn mix of pain and pleasure.
We moved in unison as one entity and I moaned as his pelvis slapped against my clit.
He continued thrusting in me and my body unfurled in pleasure.
“Fuck, I'm about to come.” I felt his urgency as his thrusts increased in pace and turned harder.
I held him close as he groaned out his release.

We lay tangled in the sheets, breath still uneven.
I rested my cheek against his chest, listening to the echo of his heartbeat.
Neither of us said anything, too scared to shatter the fragile bond that we had formed tonight.
Marco reached for my hand in the dark.
And this time, he didn’t let go.