Page 22 of Manny for the Alien
“Is it too much?” I asked, but he shook his head before I was even done the question, suddenly gripping my face to kiss me again, his lips and tongue desperate for me.
“Feels so good,” he gasped and started to move, trying to take me in deeper.
His desperation for more destroyed my reserve. With a shudder, I bent into him and started to fuck him harder, canting my hips and thrusting so hard that the bed was hitting the wall. With every thrust we both cried out, unable to keep it in as the overwhelming pleasure and passion took us over. Finally the pleasure was too much, escalating beyond what I could contain. I lost all rhythm and control, gasping and grunting as my hips dig into Marco’s thighs, cock impaling him as I came.
It was so intense that it seemed to go on forever, nothing but waves of pleasure shaking through me and the distant, desperate sounds Marco was making under me as he reached between us and frantically pulled at his cock until he too was arching and gasping as he came.
We lay together just like that for a long time, chests rising and falling against each other as we slowly caught our breaths, reality returning.
Marco’s room was a little bit cold so I pulled the covers up around us as best I could without moving too much and then chuckled in the silence.
“It sounds like somehow we didn’t wake the kids,” I said. “We’ll have to be a bit more careful next time.”
“Next time?” Marco repeated sleepily. “Wow... this feels like a dream.”
I lifted onto my elbows to look down at him. He looked so relaxed and satisfied and pride surged through me.
I bent, kissed his sweet, pliant lips.
His arms tightened around my shoulders.
“This wasn’t a hook up, right?” he asked. “So you don’t have to leave.”
I shook my head.
“No Marco,” I promised. “I’m staying right here.”
He nodded, a happy smile flittering across his face that pulled at my heart strings.
When he fell asleep, I gently pulled my cock free, even though it felt so nice inside his welcoming warmth.
He sighed, but didn’t wake up even when I climbed from the bed.
I was only gone long enough to find a towel to wipe us clean with. I took my time cleaning his unblemished skin and when I was done and crawling back into his arms he sighed and shook his head, half awake.
“Yup, definitely dreaming.”
I smiled and tucked him under my chin, determined to make all his dreams reality from now on.
“Wow, walks really do work,” Azalea proclaimed loudly.
Marco jumped like he’d been electrocuted and nearly dropped her lunch bag.
“Why do you say that?” he asked.
“Because you’re way less stressed today,” she said, smiling. “I can tell.”
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at the way that Marco went beet red. His gaze flew to mine and he shook his head, turning back to packing her school lunch.
“Hush now, time to go. Both of you.”
“Me too?” I demanded, trying not to laugh as he practically pushed us from the room.
“Mm hm. I can tell you’re enjoying yourself a little too much.”
I laughed and he gave me a push, holding back a smile. At the last second, I couldn’t resist catching him by the elbow and pulling him in for a quick kiss.
He stiffened and glanced around at the kids, looking shocked before covering it with a smile for Azalea’s sake.
