Page 58 of Always Mine
“Oh, believe me, I plan to do many more wicked things to you,” I growl out. “But you’re calling the shots, baby, so we’ll take it at your pace. You want to go slower? I’ll be the best goddamn pet snail you’ve ever had. I’ve got nowhere to be and nothing but time this weekend. What do you say, Kitten? Come inside with me?”
She lifts onto her tippy toes and wraps her hands around my neck. “Have to say, you’re the sexiest goddamn snail I’ve ever seen.”
Pushing any residual indecision aside, she presses her body flush with mine and kisses me back hard. It’s like she’s trying to check I’m real and that this moment is not a figment of her imagination. She breathes me in like I’m her oxygen. Like I’m the air she needs to survive. She’s already going to make a liar out of me. I’m one hundred per cent the shittiest snail there ever was. Before she canpull away, I thread my fingers through her hair and hold her firmly in place so I can prolong our kiss. Coaxing the seam of her lips apart with my tongue, I slowly and sensually swirl it with hers. It’s intentional and deep, laced with a promise of all the ways I will worship her body tonight, tomorrow, always.
I finally walk us both inside and close the door with my foot, never once breaking our kiss. I tug at the sleeve of her coat around my neck, and she gets the memo immediately, shrugging out of one side and replacing her arm back around my neck while she lets me pull off the other side. I let it drop to the floor unceremoniously, turning and pinning her to the wall, pressing the hard planes of my body to every soft, glorious curve of hers. Sophia takes more of the control she craves, plundering my mouth with kisses. Faster, deeper, clashing tongues and teeth. Like she’s making up for every time she wished we could’ve kissed. I want them all. Every single one.
Her sweet groans fill my mouth and it sets off tingles over my entire body, my already half-hard cock now fully at attention. I run my hands down her side, and she arches her back off the wall, seeking more friction and baring her neck to me. It’s like a red flag to a bull, and I take back control, pinning her hands above her head as I kiss and bite my way down her neck. I use one hand to unbutton her shirt so I can expose her collarbone and kiss all the way along it to her shoulder and back again. I bring my lips to her pulse point, finding it fluttering like the wings of a thousand butterflies, the sensation sending reverberations through me, spurring on my rabid need to mark her as mine. Kiss. Bite. Suck. Lick. She’s my masterpiece and her smooth skin is my canvas. I make sure to take my time creating the most magnificent art, peppering her skin with my glistening bite marks, blooming the prettiest shade of red.
Her gasps and mewls with each sensation make my entire body buzz. My cock pulses like it has its own heartbeat. I’m going to come in my pants if we don’t slow down for real.
Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I rest my forehead against hers. “Kitten, I think there’s been some confusion. Is this what you call going slow?”
“Fuck going slow,” she says on a pant. “We’ve waited long enough. Please Marco…just fuck me.”
I don’t disagree, but I think it’s mighty cute she thinks she’s in control. I let go of the reins a little because I know she craves order and control to quell the spiral of her inner monologue, but now that she’s fully on board with us taking the next step, I’m taking back the reins. She doesn’t realize it yet, but her body craves giving over control to someone else—and from now on, that somebody will be me. Only me.
“Oh baby, there will be fucking,” I rasp, low and dark. “Just…” Kiss. “Not...” Bite. “Yet.” Suck. She whines in protest, and I tighten the hold on her wrists, watching her eyes flare. “There’s a few things we need to cross off the agenda first,” I continue, using my free hand to unzip her fitted skirt. It falls to the floor, pooling at her feet still clad in her red-soled high heels. She kicks it away, and now she’s only in sheer tights and nothing else. The ones I gifted her. My heart swells at the sight; she fucking missed me too. “Hmmmm. Are you wearing the tights I got you so you wouldn’t forget how good it felt when I tore them from your body and feasted on your pussy?” I murmur into the sensitive spot just below her ear.
“Maybe,” she sasses, trying to stifle a moan, except her quickening pulse tells me she might come from my filthy words alone.
“Did you fantasize about what I would do the next time? Because I can promise you it will pale in comparison to all the ways I’m going to make you scream.” Before she can get a word out, I press my front to hers again, and we kiss like two people ending a famine, and in many ways we are. The raw feelings behind every kiss and every touch are the culmination of years of unrequitedlonging and suppressed desires. I want to erase the memory of any other man’s hands, mouth, and cock on her. In her. My hand encircling her wrists tightens at the visceral memory of punching a bag until my knuckles bled when I found out she spent the night at Aiden’s dorm the first time. I hated her for it. But I have no right. Letting her go was one thing, but keeping tabs on her from afar was a double-edged sword—a way to feel close to her even when I couldn’t have her and a reminder she was moving on without me. I hate Aiden Cohen even more. He doesn’t even know of my existence, yet if I ever find myself in the same room as him, I’ll break every finger on his hands and his arms for good measure as punishment for touching what’s always been mine. I bite down hard on her bottom lip, and she returns serve by sucking my tongue into her mouth. One, two, three times before releasing it and moving to pepper my jaw with open-mouthed kisses. I let go of her wrists, and she immediately drops them to the hem of my top. I comply with her unspoken command and lift my arms in the air, letting her strip it from my body. She tosses it to the floor on top of her skirt, then wastes no time getting rid of her shirt and bra. I’d hoped we’d make it to the bedroom, but after years of waiting, I wanted things to play out in their own primal way. Sophia is now standing in front of me in nothing but her sheer tights, her bare pussy and peaked nipples on full display. I drink her in, never wanting to forget how she looks, goddess-like, in this moment with her tousled hair framing her face, and her flushed cheeks and swollen lips rosy and the perfect shade of horny. Missing the connection, I grab her by the hips and bring her bare body flush with mine, the sensation of skin on skin making my cock throb. She snakes one hand between us and palms me over my pants, rubbing and kneading at my erection. “Marco, I want to…let me take care of you. I need to touch you. I’ve waited too long to know what you taste like,” she breathes out.
“Patience, Kitten. I promised to show you how I like my cock to be sucked. I’m a man of my word. I never break a promise,” I tell her, staring into her eyes flickering with heat kindled withdistance and pining. “But first, it’s time for a snack.” I lightly trail my fingertips down her face, along her jaw, down her neck, across her collarbone, and around each of her pretty, dusty-pink buds. She shudders, and when I lean down and take one nipple into my mouth and suck, she closes her eyes and tips her head back, getting lost in the sensation of my tongue swirling and sucking in an alternate rhythm that seems to drive her wild. I move to her other breast and do the same. I want her so needy and desperate that all she can think about is chasing her own pleasure. I move to bring both hands to the waistband of her pantyhose and curl my fingers over the edge, dipping them inside and stroking the soft skin above her drenched pussy, the wetness seeping through the thin barrier of her tights. With my fingers still holding onto the waistband, I drop to my knees. “Time for my dessert, Kitten.”
I run my nose along the seam of the tights, snug against her slit, slick with her sweetness, and inhale deeply. The tang of her arousal mixed with the spicy smokiness of her perfume sends my senses into overdrive. I feverishly follow the same path with my tongue, flattening it over the gauzy fabric and working it over her slit back to front, using my tongue to push the seam against her clit. She trembles in anticipation.
“More, Marco. Please,” she whimpers.
“So pretty when you beg, Kitten,” I tell her, looking up into her eyes, wild and full of desire. “But don’t forget who’s running this show.” Even in her state of wild abandon, she’s quick to quip breathlessly, “Don’t forget that without me, there is no show. Maybe I quit.”
I chuckle against her pussy, dotting small kisses to the center and working my way up along her hip bones.
Using my one finger, I pull the waistband of her tights away from her skin and lean in, making a show of inhaling deeply again, before letting it snap back.
“Oh yeah? All I smell is a liar,” I drawl, before commanding, “Now turn around. Hands on the wall and spread for me.”
She obeys, and I cup her full, toned ass cheeks, kneading and pulling them further apart to reveal the forbidden kingdom that I hope she’ll grant me the keys to one day. We’ve got time. Without warning, I lean closer and latch my mouth right over the embroidery on her ass, sucking hard before biting down. Marking her mine. She gasps loudly, her body acting of its own volition. Arching her ass further back into my face. Moaning wantonly. That’s all it takes for me to snap. I make quick work of removing the barrier, ripping her stockings right down the seam, watching the shreds of fabric flutter to the floor. She looks over her shoulder, and I give her a devilish smirk, holding her eye contact as I dive right in, lapping at her pussy with a flat tongue and strong strokes. She closes her eyes, losing herself, loosening control. Her body moves in sync with my tongue as I lick her front to back. Banding one arm around the front of her hips to control her writhing, I pull her lower half towards my mouth and plunge my tongue into her tight pussy, in and out until she’s rocking on my face chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.” I can tell she’s close to falling over the edge, so I pull back. “Fuck, Marco. Please don’t stop,” she pleads, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
“This is a tenth of the patience and restraint I’ve had to show, baby,” I tease. Then I continue my slow torture, alternating between swirling and sucking her clit, working her right back up to the precipice. “Eyes on me, baby,” I command, locking mine on hers. Lick. “I need you to understand a few things.” Lick. “One. I’m a greedy man, and I don’t like missing meals. So I’m going to take my time making up for all the meals I was forced to skip.” Suck. “Savoring you.” Suck. “Make sure you fully understand that the only man who will ever be on his knees for you, IS ME.” My words spin her higher, her clit pulsating and fluttering wildly against my tongue. “You ready, baby? Give me everything.” With that, I strum her clit with quick, firm movements using my pointer and middle finger before replacing it with my mouth. I suck on her clit hard, while simultaneously plunging two fingers into her tight hole. Sucking and finger-fucking her until she comes with abreathy groan and my name falling from her lips. It’s the sweetest fucking sound. I stand and wrap her up from behind, kissing her neck as she falls back onto my chest and lets me take all her weight. She wraps her arm around my neck and turns to face me. I dip my head and kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans her approval into my mouth, the heat of her skin against mine spiking my temperature even further. I thread my hands through her hair, gently tugging as I give her one last slow, deep kiss. I allow her a moment to nuzzle into my neck. Then I press her into the wall so she can feel the full force of what she’s doing to me. I look down at her, cataloguing every detail about her and this moment. She’s fucking ravishing. Her sated gaze, her eyes bright, her pupils blown wide from pleasure, her cheeks blooming with the color of sexual satisfaction.
“Marco Marrone, pussy-eater extraordinaire,” she jokes. “I don’t even want to know how you got so good at that.”
“Looks like if you dream about something enough, it can become your reality. But enough talking, Sophia,” I chide. “It’s time for you to get on your knees for me like a good girl.” I step away to put some distance between us and shuck off my pants and briefs in one go. Her breath hitches, and she reaches for me. As much as I crave her touch, it’s not how I want to feel her branding my cock for the first time. I grab her wrist before she can make contact.
“Nuh-uh. On your knees, Kitten. Now you’re going to learn how to suck my cock.” Without any hesitation, she drops to the floor, completely naked save for her black heels, with strips of shredded gauze splayed around her ankles. My very own fallen angel, her eyes blazing with determination and desire.
“I’m yours. Show me what you like. I’m desperate for a taste of you.”
Chapter thirty-five
Teach Me
Sophia
Idon’tknowwhatto process first. The fact Marco just gave me another life-altering orgasm that had me rolling my hips shamelessly against his face and left me a trembling mess. Or the size of him. There’s a stampede of nerves flooding my system, but I keep my breathing even and my expression confident so they won’t reveal themselves to the god of a man standing over me. The shadows falling around us highlight his defined shoulders and strong chest, but it’s his perfectly chiseled six-pack and the deep cut of the V leading to his long, thick cock that makes wetness pool between my thighs. Hard and slightly curved, his cock stands to attention with a bead of pre-cum glistening on his tip. I’m silent, contemplating how I’m going to take him in my mouth, let alone anywhere else. In my small sample of dicks, he’s by far the biggest I’ve been with, and truthfully, I’m wondering how I’m going to make him fit. I roll my lips inward, then run my tongue over them to wet them. Marco watches me intently, tracking my movements. He reaches out and uses his pointer finger to lift my chin so there’s nowhere else to look but into his blazing eyes. He tenderly strokes my cheek with his thumb, the rough pad a balm on my hot skin. “Is this stillokay, baby?” Marco asks, his expression soft, imploring. Seeking my explicit consent.
“Yes, absolutely. I’ve never wanted anything more,” I reassure him. “Just working out the logistics of how I’m going to make it fit.” He lets out a deep, rumbly laugh. The familiar sound of it is comforting and an even bigger turn on. The way it feels so right to share this level of intimacy with him is validation for every time I questioned if he felt the pull of attraction between us over the years. Or if he noticed the way my body would light up like a sparkler on the fourth of July any time his skin brushed against mine. It might be me on my knees right now, but there is a shared vulnerability between us as we let actions speak for the many years of words left unsaid. Words we will no doubt need to find to fill in the gaps, just not right now. I have a feeling the only thing Marco is concerned about filling right now is my mouth. I want it just as much. I want to know what it feels like to see this normally guarded man lose control. To take him to the brink of insanity and back again. Let him earn his penance for an eternity of longing for him gone unanswered—until now. But mostly, I want to watch him shatter and revel in the power of knowing I was the one who made him unravel.