Page 34 of Stolen By the Enemy

Turning on the shower, he turns to me and kisses me again, slipping his hand in between my thighs. I’m not sure I can handle this standing up.

We step into the shower together, and he continues to massage my clit, lifting one of my legs up to his waist and pushing me against the wall.

I can tell he’s a little drunk already, but he’s still being much more attentive to my body than he was last time.

“I’m going to make you cum again and again and again,” he growls slowly.

He pushes two of his fingers inside me, and I bite down on his shoulder.

I’d prefer he switch the fingers out for his cock, but the pleasure rushing through me is too good for me to stop him.

Soon enough, he does lift my hips slightly to meet his and enters me.

I put my head back slightly, the hot water running down my chest and pooling where our pelvises meet.

I’ve never had sex in a shower before, but the feeling is so fucking amazing that this might be my new go-to place to fuck.

My body is shaking, but I don’t want him to let go of me.

Marco lets me cum again, but when I try to make him cum, he stops me and turns the shower off.

Again, he leads me back to the living room, where he picks up his pants and takes a condom out of the pocket.

Drunk or not, the man is never stupid.

He puts the condom on and sits down on the sofa, beckoning me over to him. I sit on his lap, shift so that he can enter me, and he hugs me tightly into his firm chest.

He takes control, moving his hips to thrust, so I do my best to match his rhythm and not take too much of the lead.

He’s been so soft with me that I feel the need to do the same, lightly placing my lips on his neck, softly sucking at his earlobe, and moving my hands up and down his sides.

Our naked bodies touching feels electric, and again I feel myself about to climax. I want him to cum with me, so I pull back and kiss his lips.

“Lie down,” I whisper, and to my surprise, he does.

On top of him, I place my hands on his chest and move my hips slowly but purposefully.

I can now see his face perfectly, and I see the enjoyment in his eyes. He’s staring up at me, watching my expression.

I keep my eyes focused on his face for a while longer, moving my hips and grinding down on him harder, pushing his cock even deeper into me.

I bite my lip as he grabs my hips and pulls me towards him, then pushes me away, guiding my speed.

I let him show me what he needs, looking up at the ceiling and arching my back, my tits practically in his face. I hear a loud moan, and it takes me a minute to realize it came from me and not him.

His hands are still on my hips as he starts to guide me a little faster, so I follow his lead, feeling more of that heat, our moans getting louder.

His mouth is open, he’s breathing hard, and the moans coming from me are almost louder than the music.

I can’t hold out any longer, moving my hips back and forth even faster until I collapse onto him in euphoria.

He keeps moving his hips, though, and I soon hear his own release, into the condom but still inside me.

We lay there for a few minutes, both trying to control our breathing again. Eventually, I sit up and get off Marco.

He sits up as well, looking worn out, still a bit drunk, but relaxed. I’m glad to see that he does know how to relax.

“Let’s go to bed, mi chica,” he says, his voice heavy from the alcohol, and perhaps the climax he’s just had.

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