Page 56 of The Genius
My words undid Marco, who tightened his hold around me and bit into my neck without breaking the skin. “I can’t hold it much longer,” he warned.
“Yes, Marco… yes….” The rush of being taken by him with his arms holding me so tight, the sound of his deep breathing in my ear, and the slight pain from his bite on my neck had me tensing up in my body, my pelvic muscles tightening as my orgasm came rolling in, and made me whimper while he roared out his deep groans and intensified the pace in a short sprint of deep and fast pumps.
The release was powerful and for a minute we stood linked together with his body resting over mine, his head leaning down on my shoulder, and him still spearing me with his erection.
“That was out of this world,” he mumbled and kissed my cheek.
“Marco.” My brain had begun operating again.
“Uh-huh.” He didn’t move.
“Did you just come in me again?”
“Shit!” He straightened up and pulled out of me, his eyes large with regret. “I didn’t think. I’m sorry.”
“You promised.”
“I know. I don’t know what happened.” His hands were in his hair. “Fuck.”
I spread my legs and began pressing the semen out.
“Here, see if you can wash it out,” he said and pulled down the showerhead.
“Wash it out?” I gave him anare-you-seriouslook. “How do you know the water won’t push it further up?”
“Do you have any better ideas?”
“One. Don’t come in me when I tell you not to.”
He pushed the shower hose at me. “At least try washing it out,” he encouraged.
With an annoyed sigh, I squatted down a bit and pressed the shower head to my opening,
“Do you want me to help?” Marco asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“I think you’ve done enough.”
“Shelly, I swear I didn’t mean to come inside you.”
“Yet you did. Twice!”
“The first time wasn’t my fault,” he defended himself.
My eyes were on the water running out of me. “Let’s hope you don’t have super sperm as you talked about.”
“And that you’re not ovulating any time soon,” he added.
When I’d done what I could to flush his semen out, we turned off the water and used the dryer function. Marco was apologetic and hugged me.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Yes” would have been the right answer but I was raised in a society of politeness and said, “What good would that do?”
“I’m sure you’re not pregnant. You said it yourself, the chance is slim. Some of the couples I know had sex for many months before they got pregnant. Like eight months, and sometimes more than a year. It’s rare to get pregnant right away.”
I knew Marco was trying to calm himself down and went along with it. “You’re right. We have nothing to worry about.”
“Let me get you a clean t-shirt to sleep in,” he said when we got out of the shower.
