Page 66 of The Genius
“I’ll be careful, I promise.”
“No, Marco.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
I turned my head. “It’s an exit only.”
“But it’s on my list and you saw it yourself in the porn movies. Anal sex used to be as common as standard sex. Theyalldid it back in the day.”
“Okay, but go slow.”
Marco pulled out of me and used lubrication from my first hole to wet the second one while my face tightened in tension.
“Just relax,” he instructed and pressed against my back entrance. I squeezed instead.
“Shelly, you’re not relaxing,” he said and placed kisses along my spine.
“I don’t care what they did in the old days. It hurts.”
“How can it hurt when I’m not inside you yet? It’s in your mind, and it’s because you’re too tense. Just relax and let it happen.”
I shook my head. “No, it feels weird. I don’t like it.”
Without seeing his face, I knew Marco was disappointed but he turned me around.
“It’s okay, we can always do it some other time when you’re more comfortable.” He kissed me, lifting me up to sit on the table before pressing inside me. “This morning I was jerking off thinking about you, and you know what I thought about?”
I smiled a little. “What?”
“The other day when you let me come in your mouth. That was…” He groaned with pleasure. “I swear, Shelly, that way you opened your mouth and showed me the cum on your tongue. I’ll be thinking about that till the day I die.”
It had been one of the five things on Marco’s list. Despite my initial reluctance to let him come in my mouth it hadn’t been half as bad as I feared. It was the same when he had used my breasts to slide his erection between. He’d been sitting on top of me, his muscles ripped and his eyes fixed on the way he squeezed my breasts together. It hadn’t done much for me, except make me feel desired and wanted, which I concluded was arousing in itself.
Marco still had two things left on his list, but those were the things I’d been reluctant about. The anal had failed and I wasn’t keen on letting him tie me up and blindfold me either.
“Lie back,” Marco said and raised my legs to his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
“Something is poking me in the back.” I moved on my desk to be more comfortable and enjoyed the sight of Marco between my legs, his lips parted, his eyes roaming over my breasts and face with lust shining from his hooded eyes.
For a while there was no talking, just groans, moans, and the sound of him slapping against me in a steady pace. With his thumb, he circled my clit, my moans grew longer and my voice rose in volume.
“It feels so good, Marco. Harder. More.”
His ears were red, his breathing fast, his body emanating heat, and I loved the determined expression on his face as he kept pushing in and out of me, harder and faster just like I’d asked for.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” he groaned with his hands boring into my hips to keep me in place.
Pushing up on my elbows, I reached for him, wanting to feel him – the intensity of emotions washing over me as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pressing his face into my temple and saying my name over and over.
“Yes, Marco, yes.” My pulse fluttered at my wrists and throbbed at my throat. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes and giving in to the powerful volcano erupting inside of me. Marco intertwined our fingers and as I panted out his name, I squeezed his hand tightly. “Oh, yes…. yes, Marco, yes. I’m coming.”
He moved his hips in fast aggressive movements and forced out his words. “I. Can’t. Get. Enough. Of. You.”
“Ahh, yes, Marco, that’s right…” My body was still in that blissful orgasmic state with my inside fluttering and my muscles twitching with tiny aftershocks. I was high on the wonderful feeling of connection between us.
“I’m coming.” Marco’s warning came a split second before he pulled out and used his hand to ejaculate on my belly.
Dazed from the sex haze and fascinated with the clear semen landing on my creamy skin, my eyes went from the cum to Marco’s face. I watched him pant with his mouth open and his eyes closed.
