“Oh God,” she cried, as she felt him thrusting, pounding, giving her no chance to come down or catch her breath. “I want you to come again.” That dark voice cut through the haze in her brain, but surely what he was asking was impossible.
“I can’t,” she moaned as he shifted again, pushing and pulling through the sucking tightness of her pussy.
“You can, and you will.” Marco lifted her from the bed, pulling from her for as long as it took to flip her face-down into the comforter. He raised her hips in line with his own, her body unresisting, until her shoulders and arms rested on a pillow below him, and he plunged his cock back into her depths.
This position was new to her but the surprise was quickly overcome by the sensation of Marco reaching even deeper than before, his cock hitting spots inside her that she’d never even known existed. A groan of pleasure escaped her and Marco grunted in satisfaction. He slammed into her, not giving her a chance to adjust. He pressed one palm between her shoulders and pushed her down into the bed, his other hand tight on her hip as he rode her hard. Mina could hear the slapping of skin on skin as he practically bounced off the curve of her ass.
Mina had never experienced anything like it. Even with Marco before, he hadn’t been this forceful, this insistent. He was lost in her and it was intoxicating.
Marco slid his hand from her hip, around until his fingers found the point where they were joined. He thrummed across her clit, catching it and worrying it until she felt her climax teetering just out of her reach.
“I’m going to make you come for me again,” he said, his words were matter-of-fact, but his voice was rough with passion. He rolled her clit between his fingers, once, twice, and then she screamed.
She was flying. Nothing else could describe the feeling—she barely heard her own ragged breathing, or the slapping of skin as Marco continued to move. He was so deep inside her that she could feel her pussy flexing and undulating along his length, until the contractions finally snapped his control. He grabbed her hips with both hands, his grip was so tight he left bruises in his wake, and began to thrust as much as her body would allow. She pulsed and constricted around him, and he plunged into her, over and over, through the sucking fist of her pussy, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. His balls pulled up tight and he stiffened behind her, coming inside her with a strangled groan.
Marco leaned forward, curling around her back, and coaxed her gently until she shifted, bonelessly, onto her side. She felt him slide from her oversensitive channel, but he didn’t roll away and fall into the sleep of the sated. Instead he wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her backwards in the crumpled bed until her bottom rested against his now softening length. With one hand he grabbed the duvet that had been shoved unceremoniously to the side during their mad coupling and pulled it over her, protecting her from the chill in the air.
Lying there in the darkness, Mina focused on the heart beating against her back. It was strong and steady and as the moments passed it slowed into an almost hypnotic counterpoint to her breathing. It was the most natural seeming thing in the world to have him wrapped around her, his strong arms holding her tightly, his legs entwined with hers, and when the little worried voice tried to whisper words of warning, she shut it up by wiggling once against Marco’s chest and feeling his arms tighten even more around her.
“Stop that,” he said, dropping a kiss at the nape of her neck, “or I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”
Mina blushed in the darkness as she realized the effect her movements were having on him. The crazy thing was she wanted to roll her bottom against him, wanted to entice and excite him, even though she’d just been thoroughly fucked.
“I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” Her voice quavered and Marco dropped more kisses along her skin. “Not stop—never stop cara—just relax for now. Rest. I was not… gentle, and I don’t want to hurt you. You just drive me a little crazy; I can’t seem to control myself when I’m with you.”
The fear that had been nibbling at her faded. He didn’t want her to stop. He wanted her—still wanted her.
“This isn’t just a fling is it?” She sounded surprised, even to herself, and Marco answered with a low chuckle. “No, Mina mia. This is not just a fling.”
Mina didn’t speak. Didn’t know what to say. Everything had changed—her whole world had shifted—but instead of feeling wrong, it all felt oddly right.
“This changes things.” Mina felt the arms around her tighten reflexively, and then relax, as if Marco were willing himself to be calm in the face of whatever she had to say.