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Marco

“You’re almost ready to cum, baby, your heart is beating so hard, you breathing is heavy, your skin is flushed so pretty and pink, and your pussy is glistening it’s so wet.”

Elizabeth’s eyes roll back and a low moan floats from her slightly parted pink lips.  I haven’t even touched her yet and she’s on fire.  This isn’t going to take long, for either one of us. 

I shift down between her legs and spread them wide admiring the beautiful view. I hold her legs open pressing down firmly on her thighs until I know that she won’t move them.

“Keep your legs just like this for me, baby, even when I’m inside you.”  I force myself to stay focused and move slowly.  This is about her pleasure now, not mine.

I see the muscles tense throughout her body, even her inner walls.  I know her pussy instinctively clenched at my words, I saw it, followed by a little extra of her juices flowing out from her.  I need to taste her. I lower my mouth forward while still holding firmly on to her legs and swipe my tongue from her ass all the way to her clit.

“Oh, God, Marco…,” the words are more of a moan sounding guttural and deep.

“I know, baby,” the sound of my voice is raw, reflecting the rising need in me.  “Just let go and enjoy me.”

Her body reacts and it’s almost visible as she goes from being here to being in our erotic place of abandon.  Her head rolls back, her mouth opens just a little and her body arches jutting those beautiful breasts up with her nipples being bitten by the silver clamps.  She has just told me without words, ‘Take me, I am yours to do what you want,’ and I intend to do just that.

I place my finger on her bare mound and trace the bone at the entrance of her sex, then slide down along the crease of her thighs.  The whole lower portion of her body tenses as she holds on tight fighting the urge to move into my touch.  She is anticipating, begging for me to give her what she needs but I know it’s not time yet.  I want her ready to explode until she can’t take it anymore.  She wants that too, that’s why she gives me the control to give her what she needs.  My finger lightly glides across her moist skin down over the cheek poking out from underneath her and comes up between the two cheeks.  I circle around her opening and her lips and come down the other side, repeating the same thing there. 

“Please, Marco…,” she’s here but she’s not, she’s getting lost in her place of oblivious pleasure.

“Patience, baby.”  I’m getting lost there as well, getting lost in her and the drug of her pleasure.

  Bringing two fingers to slide through her wet folds, one on each side, I bring them back up and take one to make circles around her hole imagining sliding into her, first just the tip, and it’s all I can do to keep up this slow pace.  I place my other hand on her flat stomach below the chain linking the clamps so that all I have to do is lift my finger to clasp it.  My finger mimics my musings of sliding the head of my cock into her, I insert it just enough so that I can continue the circles inside of her.  At the same time I lift a finger to tug on the chain slightly to pull on her nipples.

“Aaaahhhhh!” 

Her back lifts off the bed as she grips tightly onto my finger inside of her and pulls on the headboard she’s still clutching.  I hold the chain and slide my finger all the way in rubbing my thumb on her engorged clit as I do.  Her legs and torso are rock solid straight, holding on for dear life.

“I’m going to cum, Marco, now!”

“Cum, Elizabeth, I want lick up your juices.” 

Still holding on to the chain with my finger buried in her pussy I lay my tongue flat on her clit and rub.  She is spread open wide for me wanting more and more as her first orgasm ripples through her.

“Oh, yes, Marco, please don’t stop…,” she’s cumming but she needs more.  God I love this shit.

I keep my finger inside of her stroking her walls, teasing that spot inside as I get her ready for the next one.

“Baby, I’m going to take off the clamps now.  It’s going to be a little painful but just hold on.” 

“Yes…,” I can tell she’s not yet to the point of mindlessness, but she will be very soon.

I gently unclip one clamp, then the other leaving my finger inside of her, curving it and rubbing her there. 

“Ooooohhh,” Elizabeth inhales deeply as blood floods her nipples, I can see the change in their color.  I want to pull them in my mouth and suck on those little peaks but this is new to her so I let her feel everything.

I lean over and hold myself above her with one arm as I begin to fuck her with my finger.

“I’m going to fuck you now Elizabeth.” 

Elizabeth

I am a tumultuous ball of sensations.  My desire is off the charts, even though I just came I’m horny as hell.  My nipples are screaming in glorious agony, throbbing and shooting straight to my groin.

“Yes, now, please,” I say but I want to growl instead.

With just those words I feel the beginning waves of an orgasm I know will make me scream and I can’t wait.  I feel like an animal, I want him to fuck me, raw, hard and primal.  Marco is staring into my eyes, assessing me I think, as his finger alternates between sliding in and out, and rubbing, curving, and circling as his thumb flicks my swollen clit.  His mouth claims mine hungrily, rough and demanding.  Marco sits back and removes his finger.  Taking his hard-on he begins to slide it over my sex, teasing my clit, and rubbing the head against me. 

“Now, Marco, now…”

“It’s going to be hard and deep, baby,” he grits out through clenched teeth.

He places his hands on the tops of my thighs, his thumbs almost holding me open for him, keeping my legs open and in place.  I can almost hear my pussy yelling, ‘Yes, yes, yes, do it now!’ and gulping and gasping for him.  My arms are pulling on the head board and I’m mimicking the chant of my pussy in my head, ‘Yes, yes, yes, now!’  His mouth consumes mine again as he slams into me, burying himself all the way to the top, his balls slapping against my ass.  I let out a gasp in his mouth and he answers it with a growl.  Everything in me, all of my focus exists only at that place where our bodies feed off each other.  It seems like I’m devouring him, eating him, chewing him with each thrust and I can’t get enough.  I growl back.  His arms move to slide around my waist as they wrap all the way around me and hold me to him.  He shifts my hips up to meet him, getting him deeper.  I’m pounding him, meeting him, grinding into him, filling myself with him, trying to satisfy my hunger.  His hands slide down to grab my cheeks and he holds them still and slams into me.  I am beginning to fall, the mask of oblivion is coming down over me and I throw my head back to welcome it.  I let go and just give myself over to him and let him push me over the edge so perfectly, with each thrust and each grind he gives me.

“Oooooh, God, yes…”

“Yes, baby, yes,” he purrs in my ear, raw and deep.

And he thrusts himself deep and hard inside of me and I feel him jerk and spasm as he throws his head back holding himself buried all the way in.

“Fuck, Elizabeth!”

He collapses on top of me and I lower my arms to hold him and lift my aching legs to enclose him, finally wrapping myself completely around him.  Our heavy breathing coming in unison envelopes us in a chorus. 

Elizabeth

I stretch myself awake and instantly flinch with unfamiliar aches and pains.  I hadn’t realized a little, ok maybe more than a little, sex could leave you hurting in some unusual places.  Especially when you held yourself rigidly still.  Ow, it feels like a Charlie horse wants to explode in my calf and in my love handles.  If this is any indication of things yet to come with Marco, I need to step up my yoga and start putting in some exercise.

“Uuugghh.”

I roll over on to my stomach letting out a moan and flinch again at the mild tenderness of my nipples.  A mischievous little grin spreads across my face remembering the nipple clamps and a little ripple runs through me thinking how turned on I was last night.  I felt like a beast let off of its chain ready to devour.  I open my eyes and squint at the bedside clock.  It looks like an old fashioned alarm clock with two bells on top with a hammer in-between threatening to beat them and scare the shit out of you with the pounding noise.  But it doesn’t do that, thank God, I’m not a glutton for punishment and wouldn’t torment myself every morning with that hideous and torturous way of waking up.  Its noise is a soft melodic chime, I need no help in being a grouch in the morning.  Seven AM, good, I have enough time not to have to rush because I know I’ll need extra time to get myself motivated and out of the ‘morning after’ lovemaking sex fog.

I hear clanging in the kitchen then the creaking of the old original hardwood floor boards in my section of this historic mansion.  Marco.  My body comes alive and floods with warmth and tingles shoot through me at the thought of him.  I’m a Pavlovian dog and am definitely trained to salivate at anything that has to do with him, he is that fucking good.

“Hi, baby, I brought your tea.  I thought you might like to have it in bed.”

Do I detect a hint of amusement in his voice?  My eyes dart to look up at his face as he comes to stand at the side of the bed next to me.  Yep, there is definitely a little smirk playing on his lips, he knows exactly how I feel, the sadist.

I am laid out, spread eagle, face down on my king sized bed buck naked, tangled in the sheets and the silk red and gold comforter.  I’m sure my appearance leaves much to be desired.  My long brown hair must be a rat’s nest and I didn’t properly wash the makeup off my face last night.  There is no doubt in my mind that the homeless woman has taken up residence in my face again this morning with her psycho black smeared eyes. 

“Why do you always have to look so perfect in those damn boxers of yours, Marco?  Couldn’t you just once out of the kindness of your heart look like shit one morning?”

He throws his head back and laughs so hard I think the tea and coffee he’s holding in his hands are going to spill all over the floor.  And if it does I’m not cleaning it up, he will, just for being such a good looking ass.  I can’t help but chuckle as well, the whole situation is pretty hysterical.  Here I lay, the morning after, looking like I was rode hard and put up wet, another southern saying, distasteful as it is, describing me precisely. 

“Come on, baby, move over and let me lie down with you.  You are stunning, smeared makeup and all.  You look like that because of me and I don’t think you could be any more beautiful.  Now make room.”

“Ok, since you put it that way.  But I’m going to the bathroom first, no matter what you say.”

“If you insist,” there’s that hint of amusement again.

I roll over and get out of bed and take two steps.

“My goodness, why do I feel like I’ve been beaten up?  It’s not like we did anything out of the ordinary.”

He doesn’t reply as I walk out of the bedroom towards the bathroom, grabbing my robe from the hook behind the door as I go.  I still have hints of my lack of self-confidence regarding my body, hating the idea of what is jiggling behind me and any signs of cellulite as I walk away with my back to him.

When I get to the bathroom and close the door I almost don’t want to even look in the mirror, I know it’s going to bad.  ‘Suck it up woman, you can take it.’  I inhale and lift my face to look in the mirror. 

“Oh, yuck,” I groan at myself.

How can all of this on my face once have looked really good and now look like
this
?  I hope he didn’t get a really good look at me.  And this hair, God.  Grabbing a makeup remover pad I begin a quick job of damage control and once I do what I can there I turn to taming the beast of my hair.  Slightly satisfied with the efforts of making myself fairly presentable, I go back to join the disgusting epitome of morning loveliness.  And he’s cheerful in the morning as well, ugh!

“Hi, gorgeous, how are you feeling?”  Marco at least has the decency to keep his humor in check and appears to be somewhat concerned, maybe it was my comment.

I join him on the bed and lean over to kiss him good morning.

“Good morning, handsome.  I’m sorry I’m not the best morning person sometimes,” I smile sheepishly at him hoping to get rid of some of my stupid grumpiness with my admonition.

He kisses me in the middle of my forehead holding his lips there for a moment and I let it seep into me, warming me from the inside out, melting the frostiness of the morning grumpy from me.  It makes me smile.  When he lifts his lips from me he pulls me close, cradling me in the crook of his arm, and hands me the cup of tea he’s made for me.

“So, how are you feeling this morning Elizabeth?”  The rumble of his deep voice reverberates through his chest and penetrates me.

“I’m good, excellent, but some muscles hurt in my legs and in my arms.  It just shocked me really.  There wasn’t really anything unusual about last night, other than the clamps,” and I blush a little saying the c word out loud.

“Well, baby, that’s not exactly true…”  There’s something he’s leading to.

“Oh, would you like to tell me what that is?” My ears are perked up and I’m at full attention.

“Well, the position that you held yourself in last night was one that you, your body, is not used to.  When you were at your most aroused you held yourself very rigid and completely absorbed in what I was doing to you,” and what he’s doing to me right now bringing me right back to that place talking about it, “so, you were using your muscles, probably some you don’t normally use, in a completely different way.”  He kisses the top of my head lightly and strokes my cheek softly with his fingertips.