Page 33 of Stolen By the Enemy

I want him relaxed before we start anything.

I move my head up and down, taking as much of his cock in as I can, and using my tongue to massage the shaft lower down.

I look up at him while I take a breath and his face has definitely taken on a softer expression, his gray eyes glazed and his shoulders less tense.

He pulls me up to straddle him, but I still have my lacy lingerie on, so his cock sits in between our stomachs.

Marco pulls my head closer to his and kisses me. The touching of our lips shocks me, because it’s the one thing he didn’t do last time.

I think of the movie, Pretty Woman. I wonder if men really do avoid kissing girls they don’t want to get too attached to.

We hadn’t kissed since the wedding. His lips are soft, though, and I melt into the kiss, getting wetter by the second.

He moves his mouth down my chin, over my neck, and onto my chest. Then, without letting go of me, he stands up and carries me to the bedroom.

Laying me down on the bed, he slowly takes off my lingerie and moves to hover above me. I grip the back of his neck and pull him in for more kissing. He obliges, sucking on my bottom lip before adjusting his body and entering me.

I gasp as I feel him inside of me, releasing his lips.

This feels different from the last time.

He’s gentler, and I feel so much more connected to him.

He’s looking down at me now, which is different since he mostly just entered me from behind previously.

He has one arm propping him up above me, but his free hand moves to my breasts and massages them one at a time.

I can feel him hitting all of the right spots inside me.

His pelvis is grinding on my clit, and his hands are stimulating my breasts perfectly.

The combination of all these feelings sends a heat through my body. I hear myself moan loudly, then arch my back slightly.

Marco moves his hand underneath my back to bring my body right up against his and continues to thrust into me.

“Faster,” I just manage to breathe out.

He listens to me, quickening his thrusts, and it doesn’t take long for me to climax, wrapping my legs around his waist as I do.

It feels amazing to finally be listened to by someone, even if it’s just in bed.

He lets me finish before he unwraps me and sits up, smiling.

“You cum so easily, mi chica.” Hearing him call me an endearment sends more pleasant shivers down my spine than the orgasm did.

My Spanish might not be as good as my Italian, but I know when I’m being called someone's girl.

He kisses my stomach, which makes me twitch again. I try to pull him back down to me, but he stands up instead.

“You’re done?” I ask.

He shakes his head and walks out of the room, coming back in with a bottle of tequila. “Not even close.”

I laugh. “Where was that hiding?”

“I’ll never tell.” He smirks and opens the top and drinks from the bottle, offering it to me. I take a smaller sip than he does, not used to drinking straight tequila.

He takes the bottle from me and takes another swig, before pulling me up by my arms and leading me to the bathroom.

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