Page 48 of Stolen By the Enemy

Every time Marco and I have had sex so far, it’s been hard and rough, and each of us has been racing to the finish line.

But right now, we’re slowly exploring each other, indulging in the feelings moving through our bodies.

I can feel the hairs on my arms standing up, the back of my neck tingling.

Somehow, with our mouths still intertwined, we step back and slowly lower ourselves onto the couch.

Then Marco shifts our bodies together so that we’re both lying on the floor instead, next to my sketchbook. Thankfully, the plush carpet is just as soft as the sofa or bed.

Marco lays me down and pushes up onto his hand so that he’s leaning over me, running his fingers up my bare legs, stopping just before he reaches my inner thighs.

I pull him closer to me, caressing his mouth with my tongue and wrapping my legs around his waist.

We make out for a few more minutes, but then I can no longer hold myself back, and I start to pull Marco’s shirt off his shoulders.

He helps me, undoing the few buttons that I can’t reach, and then unbuckling his belt.

I slide off my robe, the only clothing I’m wearing, since I hadn’t expected company.

Marco slips a hand under me and unclips my bra, softly sucking on each breast as it is freed, giving them just enough attention to start my moaning.

He takes off his pants and then my underwear and kisses me again as he wastes no time entering me.

The rhythm now is so much softer than it has been, yet there’s so much more passion pulsing through us than I have ever felt before.

He lays on his side, facing me, and keeps a steady pace, going deep and massaging my breasts, then my hips, and finally caressing my face before kissing me again.

After a while of enjoying him fill me and control the tempo, I flip to sit on top of him, doing my best to match his speed, leaning over him and moving my hips with his.

I close my eyes, losing myself in the waves of pleasure washing over me, until I feel that familiar heat streaming down my body, making my breath quick and short, moving my hips faster without me even trying.

I climax loudly, and immediately Marco flips me over onto my back.

He pulls out of me, allowing my body to finish its climax, kissing my clit and causing me to shake even more.

Once my breathing is steady again, he enters me, pulling my legs up and around his shoulders, and pushing himself deep inside me.

Again, I can feel the pleasure pulsing through me. It’s about to drive me mad.

I look up at him, but his eyes are closed now, his face twisted in pleasure and slight concentration.

His breath quickens, and I feel his hips moving even faster, causing me to groan every time I feel him hit my G-spot.

I can tell he’s coming, by the way his body stiffens and jerks, but his moan is suffocated by my neck, where his mouth sucks and bites down.

Closing my eyes, I lie still, Marco half on me and half next to me.

My chest is rising and falling with my deep breaths, and the beads of sweat on my forehead show just how intense this was.

I don’t move for a while, enjoying the feeling of Marco’s warmth on my still-naked body.

***

Opening my eyes, I can feel that Marco hasn’t moved. I might have fallen asleep for a moment.

How long have we been lying here?

Outside, I can see it’s still daylight, so it couldn’t have been that long. Standing up, I pull my clothes on and look down at Marco, who is staring up at me, his face looking much softer than it has before.

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