But I love him
Warning Mature Content
Ashley
I was drowning in longing for this man. Every inch of me missed him, craved him and the moment he walked through that door, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. Thankfully, he said my twin had gone out. It felt like it had been forever since we were this intimate.
I heard the door softly click shut behind him, followed by the gentle rustle of my robe slipping off my shoulders and pooling onto the floor. The cool air hit my skin, but his gaze burned hotter. Marco smelled fresh and clean; he must have just taken a shower. That scent of him, mixed with the faintest trace of mint, sent a shiver down my spine.
"I missed you so much, sweetheart," he groaned, his breath brushing against my neck as his lips latched onto my skin, kissing, nibbling, and finally, tracing his tongue along the curve of my neck. I melted under his touch, moaning as I guided him lower. His mouth found my chest, worshiping me like he had been starved of me for years.
His warm palms cupped my breasts, fingers squeezing gently, and when his mouth enclosed around one aching peak, I arched off the floor. He was holding me firmly, one arm wrapped around my waist to steady me while the other teased and played with my nipple, flicking it softly. His tongue circled the other with maddening attention, suckling with such hunger it made me gasp.
“Ahh… more, Marco… I missed this, missed how you make me feel," I moaned, letting him hear every ounce of my desperation. He needed to know I was just as consumed by him.
"I've been starving for you too, sweetheart…" he whispered, meeting my eyes with a heat that shot straight to my core. His gaze was intense and sincere. I felt everything in the way he touched me, the way he kissed me. Every caress was charged with something deeper than lust.
The whirlwind of pleasure only intensified when he lifted me up effortlessly and carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently, but there was urgency in the way he moved between my thighs.
"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he said, voice low, husky, almost reverent.
"Use your mouth on me, Marco," I said breathlessly. I gave him a trembling smile. "Make me cum."
That was all the permission he needed.
His tongue started its slow, intoxicating journey, licking along my soft outer folds, teasing the sensitive spots, until he finally found my clit. He drew circles with his tongue, then flattened it and dragged it slowly up and down, parting me with such delicious expertise I could barely breathe.
"Ahhh… Marco… that feels so good…" I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair, trying to press him even closer.
He gently pushed me back down, holding my hips in place, his strong hands pinning me just enough to keep me still as his mouth continued its merciless rhythm. His fingers joined in massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples with just the right amount of pressure, driving me to madness.
Every time his tongue moved away, I lifted my hips to chase the sensation, needing him back on me, in me, devouring me.
"You're driving me insane," I whimpered. "I'm… I'm so close…"
And then it hit me, waves of release crashing through me as I cried out his name, my whole body trembling, breathless, and overwhelmed. My chest heaved, my heartbeat thundering in my ears, but he didn't stop.
Marco kissed me again, starting from the slick folds of my release, then up across my belly, trailing heat along my skin. By the time he reached my breasts, his mouth latched onto them again, making me shudder even more.
His eyes never left mine.
Even in my dazed state, I reached for his shirt and tugged it up over his head. Our faces met, our lips just inches apart and I could still taste myself faintly on his breath. It should've embarrassed me, but it didn't. It only made everything feel more raw, more real.
I was his. Completely.
Marco raised his arms, letting me take off his shirt completely. I pushed his shorts down, thankful they had no buttons or zippers to slow me down. When I couldn’t reach it with my hands anymore, I hooked the waistband with my toes and nudged it off. He lifted his hips to help, our eyes meeting briefly, a silent agreement in the heat of the moment.
Now, we were both naked.
My hands traced the defined lines of his firm chest, feeling every inch like I was memorizing it all over again. I wanted to be the one to give him pleasure this time. So I gently pushed him to his side and climbed on top of him.
I had missed him so badly that I didn’t even want to waste another second. I slid down swiftly, my voice low and hungry, “I’ll have a taste of you.”
A mischievous smile curled on my lips as I reached down and wrapped my hand around his hard, pulsing length. Damn, it was big, that perfect mix of long and thick. No wonder my twin sister went out of her way just to feel Marco inside her. Because, just like me... she must have been addicted to the sheer size of him.
I began stroking him gently, up and down. “Mmm…” The sound of his moan sent shivers down my spine. There was something about hearing that deep, guttural sound from him that made me feel powerful and needed.
“Do you like that, Marco?” I asked, meeting his gaze again.
“Yes, Sweetheart,” he breathed out, his voice strained, eyes dark with desire.
“Want me to lick it?” I teased, tilting my head and dragging my tongue over my lips slowly.
“Yes… Sweetheart, please…”
Maintaining eye contact, I leaned down, my tongue flicking the sensitive tip of his cock. “Ahhh… Shit!” he groaned, his body arching slightly, his head falling back.
That reaction made me smile. Knowing I still had this effect on him made everything feel worth it.
His hand buried into my hair, gripping firmly but not painfully, as I took him into my mouth. “F-fuck, Sweetheart… That feels so good…” His voice broke with pleasure.
Encouraged, I pushed further, trying to take as much of him as I could. I gagged slightly, tears prickling in my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to give him everything. Slowly, I moved my head up and down, my lips wrapped tightly around him, tongue swirling, while he guided my movements with his hand.
I felt him begin to twitch inside my mouth. He was close. He tried to still my head, but I ignored him and kept going, glancing up at him with determined eyes.
His eyes met mine, heavy with lust, and then I tasted him, hot and thick, spilling into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, not breaking eye contact.
I wanted to be more than the memory of that video I had seen of Ashlyn with him. I wanted to replace it. To be the one he thought of, always. The one who knew how to satisfy him in ways no one else could.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand just as he pulled me up, flipped me over, and laid me flat on the bed. Before I could speak, he turned me around and pushed me on all fours. Then I gasped.
He thrust into me with force, burying himself deep. “Ohhh, Marco… don’t stop…”
He pounded into me relentlessly, fast and hard, deep and punishing, like he was claiming me again and again. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as his hips slapped against me. I turned my head slightly, wanting to see the fire in his face, to witness his pleasure.
His hands gripped my hips tightly, and I moaned out, “Pull my hair.”
I loved it when he did that. It turned me on even more. He followed without question, tangling his fingers into my hair and tugging gently, just enough to make me moan louder.
He kept calling me “Sweetheart” over and over, in between ragged breaths and broken groans. And I kept whispering his name like it was a prayer.
Maybe this was wrong. Maybe it was a sin.
But I loved him.
And I was ready to fight for him even if it meant moving to another condo… even if it meant sharing him with Ashlyn.
What mattered was Marco… and the truth behind the way he said he loved me.