Page 55 of The Genius
“You’re a genius at this too, Shelly.”
Empowered by his praise, I continued and met his eyes, which were hazed with lust.
“Fuuck… stop, stop.” Marco’s voice sounded pained.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Marco pulled me up and hugged me. “No, you did everything right.”
“Then why did you stop me?”
“Because I was going to come and I didn’t want that.”
“Oh.”
Marco’s hands were in my hair and he met me in a deep passionate kiss. “I want to get inside you.” He was eager and almost shaking with desire when he picked me up and pressed me against the wall.
With his fingers, he warmed me up but it only took a few seconds before he smiled with hooded eyes. “You’re nice and wet.” With me sitting on his hips, the tip of his erection was pressing against my entrance. At the same time, Marco pinched my nipple between his fingers, sending powerful signals to my core that an intrusion was close. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he muttered in between the deep kissing and sucked on my lower lip, releasing it with a pop.
“Yees.” The word came out in a long raspy drawl.
“Then say it.”
“I want you.”
“Say that you want me to fuck you.”
We were nose to nose, looking deeply into each other’s eyes when I spoke the naughtiest words in my life. “I want you to fuck me, Marco.”
A deep guttural sound came from him before he pulled me down over his stone-hard erection, widening me, stretching me, and squeezing my cheeks with his large hands while holding me up against the wall.
My hands were around his neck, my eyes taking in how his mouth was open, his breathing heavy, his dark hair falling down his forehead in thick locks with water dripping from them. Lowering my eyes, I watched where our cores met and his smooth erection drew in and out of me. It was arousing and I could feel my own pulse speed as if I was running. An interesting detail, since I did nothing but let him take me. His deep thrusts were close to painful, but not quite. I wondered if there was such a thing as pleasurable pain since that was the best way I could describe it.
“Do you like it?” he muttered and stared into my eyes with his pupils dilated from arousal.
“Yes.” I gave a small moan and began panting when he picked up his pace and took me hard and fast.
His six-pack stood out to me, and underneath the sexual haze that I was in, my analytic mind was wondering about all the strength it took for him to hold me up like that. I doubted a normal Motlander male would be able to do it and noted to myself that Natura would have to be on the lighter end of the scale.
“I want you from behind,” Marco panted and put me down on the floor of the shower before turning me around. He had to bend his knees because I was shorter than him, but once he got a good grip around my hips he pushed in deep and swiveled his hips. I planted my palms on the wall to steady myself and was no longer able to think about research. Marco felt huge inside me and looking over my shoulder, I almost purred from the sight of my long-time crush looking like he wanted to eat me up. There was no man in this world that I wanted to do this with but him. I trusted Marco.
“Do you like it?” he asked with hooded eyes.
I bit my lower lip, the edges of my mouth tugging upward. “Can’t you tell?”
“Talk dirty to me.” He kept pushing in and out, his fingers boring into my skin.
“Marco, it feels so good when you take me from behind.”
“Taking you feels fucking amazing. I could get used to this view of your gorgeous body.” With a firm hand on my right breast he pulled me back against his chest and spoke low into my ear. “You might not want to marry me, but right now you’re mine, do you understand?”
I pushed my body back to meet his every thrust and closed my eyes when he reached around my hips to stimulate my clitoris with his fingers.
“Yes.” My legs felt wobbly, like all I wanted to do was fall in love and let him catch me.
He kept going, holding me up on my toes, and panting from the fast movements of his hips. Marco stretched and softened my insides as if he were a relentless blacksmith pounding iron to his will.
The overdose of oxytocin spreading in my body put a blissful smile on my face and I moaned with delight as I leaned my head back against his shoulder. Marco was so large and strong compared to me, but I felt at peace and my breath whooshed out: “I trust you.”
