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My focus turns to the sounds of the tempo of the music, the different notes as if played on my bare flesh and it pulses inside of me, fast, slow, high, low and I’m riding it, soaring with it as Marco begins this newest experience of extreme pleasure for me.  Take me, baby, I want to soar.

There is something gliding softly across my skin, over my breasts and stomach, down my legs and over my sex making me clench and I hug the balls inside of me, oh yes.  Again.  It begins to stroke me faster, up and down my body, then up, flicking my nipples, and then, FLICK on my sex nipping my clit.  The jolts spasm through my body as everything tenses and I grab onto the balls tightly.  Ooooh, yes, I feel my orgasm building.  There’s a long moan.  I realize it’s coming from me. 

‘Please, Marco, more,’ the words are chanting in my mind. 

The licks across my skin are getting sharper, nipping, stroking, biting lightly, all up and down me, on my breasts, then it bites my clit, laying across my pussy like long fingers slapping me softly.

“Aaaaaahhh!!” 

Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  My mind is screaming.  I’m so close, the wave is cresting almost ready to crash.

Then nothing.  No movement, no sound, nothing except for the music and my heavy breathing. 

“Please, Marco,” there is so much need in my voice.

“Are you ready to cum, baby?”  His voice is very raw and deep, not like I’ve ever heard him sound like before.

“Yes, please, now…”  My hands are grasping onto the straps, I’m trying to hold on, to what I’m not sure of.

There’s a light thump then I feel him climbing up the bed between my legs.  His hands hold my thighs as his tongue swipes my sex lapping up the juices I’m sure have poured out of me.

Two fingers slide along my folds then slip down my cheeks into my ass. 

“Yes, Marco, please, now…,” oh, my God!!  He’s killing me and he knows it, almost, so close, so damn close!

Pulling his fingers out, he opens me up more and slowly pulls out the balls.  Oh, I almost came just with that.  I hear them thump on the floor with a slight clink.  Then he’s rubbing me with the head of his cock, deliciously stroking me, petting me, like velvet over my pussy. 

A moan from down deep inside me reverberates through me before leaving my body. 

Finally his body lowers over the length of mine.  Sweet release is coming and my body sings out.  His tongue licks my open lips, tracing them and mine meets his.  He pulls my tongue into his mouth sucking just the tip of it.  The tip of his cock mirrors my tongue, penetrating me and my pussy tries to suck it in like his mouth is sucking my tongue.  He tortures me like that giving me just that little bit. 

His hands grasp my hips as he raises himself slightly, pulling his mouth from mine, and he pushes all the way inside me.

“Ooooohhh, yes…” I am so erotically high I’m soaring through the stars.  Yes, baby, take me there, ride me through the universe until I explode into a million pieces. 

“I know, baby, so sweet,” he sounds deliciously intoxicated as well and it makes me smile.

Thrusting in and out of me, slowly, rhythmically, my sex like velvet around his silk shaft, I begin to fall and it’s going to be exquisite.  Two of his fingers take hold of one of my nipples as two others pinch my clit.

“OH, GOOOOOOOD!!!”  I scream loud, long and deep.  My orgasm is intense, so long, and so hard.  He doesn’t let go, keeping me going, not breaking the pace of his slow erotic thrusts. Oh, God, it’s the most exquisite torturous orgasm, it doesn’t end.

Finally releasing me, his hands grab hold of my hips tightly and he begins to pound into me hard and deep and I feel him getting harder, twitching inside me.   A long, low growl comes from inside him as his fingers dig deeper into my flesh.  And he rams his huge thickness into me, burying it as far as it can go, as he pulls my pussy tightly to him, connecting us, grinding us together as he cums.

He collapses on top of me, covering my face with kisses. 

“How are you, baby, ok?” he asks as he unfastens the straps on one of my arms then he moves to the other, rubbing the flesh to get the blood flowing there again.

“Oh, my God, Marco, better than ok.”  I’m still reeling from that orgasm.

“Mmmm, so you liked it,” he says sounding satisfied and slightly amused.

“Don’t tease me, Marco.”

“Baby, I’m not teasing you, I’m just so happy that you like and want what I do to you.”

I raise my unused arms over his head with some effort to hold him close, his heart beating hard against mine.

“Marco,” I say softly, pecking him lightly on his lips, “I love everything about you.”

His eyes search my face, my eyes, my lips.  His smile is so big and so sincere as he kisses me with so much intensity, squeezing me tightly until I almost can’t breathe.

“Me too, baby, so much,” he says kissing me again.

He moves to undo the straps at my ankles then he massages and kisses them tenderly and lovingly, the action is so intimate it takes my breath away.

“Be right back, love, I’m going to get a towel.”  He gets up and gathers all of our toys and on his way to the bathroom I watch that beautiful dragon moving on his broad back and, God, do I love to watch his ass, every time I see it I want to bite it.  He stops at the closet to put the flogger away, then goes to bathroom with the Ben Wa balls.  I hear running water as he washes them and he wets the towel.  He comes back and places the balls in the box leaving it open to give them some time to dry completely then he begins the work of cleaning me up.  I am beginning to relish these times after intimacy, the careful way he cares for me.

When he’s done I tell him to let me take the towel back to the bathroom, I need to use it anyway before bed.

We finally settle down, the restraints are gone, the toys are put away, it’s just him and me and the bright moon breaking through the misty clouds in the sky coming in through the window behind the bed.  We’re so close, our bodies entwined, flesh to flesh, heartbeat against heartbeat, breath mixed with breath.

“I love the way you feel in my arms, Elizabeth.  You soothe me, and make me feel alive.”

“Me too, baby, so much.”  My words are whispered but the feeling is shouted.

Marco’s arms tighten around me as I close my eyes and fall happily asleep.

I turn in bed and stretch my arms over my head but quickly yank them back as a dull throb shoots down them.  Raising my knee, the muscles in my thighs complain to me as well.  I smile mischievously reliving last night in my mind.  That had to be some of the most incredible and amazing best sex I’ve ever had, my eyes roll to the back of my head just thinking about it.  The things Marco does to me, with or without toys, is beyond words.  I roll over only to find the bed empty next to me and a feeling of disappointment gnaws at me.   Lifting myself up onto my elbows the blanket falls exposing my bare body, I look around the room hoping to catch a glimpse of that beautiful naked man moving effortlessly about as his muscles flex below his golden skin.  I love to watch him move as the different plains and valleys shift and tighten under the surface, I just want to sink my teeth into him. 

The room is empty except for me and I don’t think he’s in the bathroom because the door is open. 

“Brian, are you sure?”

I hear his muffled voice coming from the main rooms through the closed bedroom door.  I get up and head to the bathroom to say hello the homeless woman that comes to see me pretty often in the mirror when I sleep with Marco.

Closing the door behind I step up to the double sink counter.

“Good morning, and I don’t care what you look like, last night was amazing.”  I say defiantly at my reflection then bring home my point by sticking my tongue out at her.  I’m almost forty years old, I’m talking to my imaginary friend in the mirror and sticking my tongue out at her.  What’s wrong with this picture?  I chuckle at the wonderfully silly action and what seeing ‘her’ really means, I got fucked to the moon and back and it was fantastic!

I wash my face and brush my teeth then try to untangle the mess of my hair.  There are two white terrycloth robes hanging on the hook behind the door, a big one and a small one, I take the small one and put it on and head out to the kitchen.

Marco’s leaning over the bar in just a soft pair of jeans, barefooted with his broad back spread wide pulling the dragon taut across it, a visual image of his mood.

“And who did you talk to exactly?”

I stand silently at the entrance to the bedroom not daring to interrupt.  By the sound of his voice I think it’s pretty serious.

“Uhuh, and he couldn’t give any specific information or names, is that right?”

A pause as Marco listens to Brian, I assume it’s still Brian.  The seconds seem to drag on forever.  I can’t help but try to hear what is being said, even from this distance, I know they’ve got to be discussing the situation with Marco’s permits.  He stands and turns and finally sees me standing here.  His brows furrow and that tiny expression makes my anxiety rise. 

Oh, shit, was I not supposed to hear this?  Nothing was said.  Or does he not want me here?  I turn to go back to the bedroom, I check myself because what I really want is to run.

“Brian, hold on.  Elizabeth, wait a minute, baby.”  He waits to continue speaking until I turn to look at him and he holds up one finger.

“Ok, Bri, yeah, how about tomorrow, we can get some coffee in the morning or something and talk about this.”  A pause.  “Ok, I’ll text you later, thanks a lot, man, I owe you.” 

He sets the phone down and closes the space between us in just a few long strides.

Wrapping me in his arms he kisses me gently, “Good morning, sleepy head.  How’d you sleep?”

“Great, Marco.  Is everything ok?”

He lets out a heavy sigh.  “Yeah, actually it’s good.  We’re starting to get a lead on the situation with the permits.”

“Really?  That’s excellent.”  I feel relieved, very relieved, because it will help him fix whatever is going with that and also because of the fact that what he’s upset about is not me.

He begins to lead me to the breakfast bar and pulls out a seat for me.

“Yes, it is, but I think it’s going to get worse before it gets better, babe.”

“Oh.”  Shit, this must be bad beyond my understanding.  “Really, you think so?”

“Yes, unfortunately I do.  With what Brian told me just now I have a feeling of the next place it’s going to lead and I was hoping that it wouldn’t take me there.”

He looks up into my eyes and I can see pain and hurt there.  And the reality hits me, this isn’t just about business, this is personal.

I get up from the stool and take his hand.

“Take a bath with me, Marco.” 

I can’t take the pain from his eyes, but I can show him that he has a safe place with me.

I lead him to the bathroom and close the door behind us.  Leaning over and running the water I wait for it to get hot enough before hanging my robe back on the door.  He’s standing there watching me, waiting.  Naked I step over to him and unbutton his jeans and he leans down to kiss me, telling me how much he needs me right now, to hold him and remind him that he is a good man.  I push his pants to the floor following them with my body until I’m on my knees in front of him.  I rub my cheek into him, kissing him in that valley where that V meets together.  I smell myself on him and it makes me pulse inside.  Nibbling, kissing and licking him, holding his erection to my cheek I turn my face and run my teeth and tongue up his hardening shaft and suck the head in my mouth.

“Oooohhhh, baby, God, what you do to me, Elizabeth.”  It comes from so deep within him, the need, the longing, the wanting.  And I can hear total satisfaction in it as well.

I moan as I push my mouth all the way down his now engorged shaft and I hear him suck in a hiss.

He gently pulls me up by my arms, wrapping his completely around me, and his mouth consumes mine hungrily, trying to suck me in.

“In the water baby, I want to wash your hair.”

We step into the enormous tub, Marco lays back first then he pulls me down between his legs, resting my back on his front.  And we begin our erotic bath, smoothing the lather over each other’s skin, letting the droplets drip over our nipples, then he washes my hair with the care of a lover adoring his muse.  Our hands eating hungrily of each other with each touch, each stroke, each caress until finally he turns me in his arms and kisses me deeply as his tongue lavishes mine with the same fervor his hands did my body while he lifts me onto his hardness, pushing himself into me, filling me with all of him.   Our movements are in sync as we carry each other to that cliff and we fall hand in hand, shattering together.

“Ok, Mr. Bond, I think it’s finally time I cooked for you,” I say hesitantly, but it’s not because I want to.  Yes, I do want to, I want to do things for him, I want to make him happy but I’m a little apprehensive because he cooks so well.

“Really, Miss DiStefano, I am honored.”  He thinks this is amusing because I’m sure he can tell I’m a little unnerved.

“Yes, it’s breakfast, how bad can I mess this up?” 

He howls with such a belly laugh it bounces me off his chest in the tub.