Marco
We’ve fallen into the routine of me making breakfast because I enjoy it and I’m a good cook. Elizabeth has yet to cook for me. I think she’s a little intimidated because I grew up in the restaurant business and she thinks I’m this great cook. To be honest, I am better than most people. Not only did I grow up in the business but cooking was a hobby of mine for a while during a very bad time of my life. It helped me to relax and be calm when everything was falling to shit around me. Now Elizabeth can enjoy the fruits of that.
Today is the usual spinach and egg omelets but I’m adding some potatoes on the side because I think we’re both in need of a little more sustenance after last night and in anticipation of the day ahead. We have a lot of shopping to do for the house and for toys. I’ve decided already that I’m not going to tell Elizabeth where we’re going and I’m definitely not telling her we’re going to buy sex toys. I have a few in mind that I know she’ll love but I’m very curious to see if she’ll show any interest in picking anything out. She has surprised me with her desire for more. And I can’t wait to give it to her. This is our weekend and I plan to enjoy every moment I have with her. That black cloud threatening to open up is not coming near us.
Just as I’m pouring Elizabeth’s tea and my coffee, sleepyhead comes out of the bedroom wearing one of my shirts and it makes me smile. I love seeing her in them.
Walking over to her I kiss her on the forehead. “Good morning, baby, did you sleep well?”
“Hi, sexy, yes, I slept so hard, it was fantastic.”
“I’m so glad, I know you didn’t sleep well the last time. Come on, let’s have breakfast. I’m sure you’re starved.”
I walk over to the table and pull out a chair for her and wait for her to sit down.
“Get comfortable, put your feet up. I’ll bring your breakfast and your tea.” I kiss her on the top of pretty bed-head when she sits then I go to get our plates, coffee, tea and water.
“Drink some water. I’m sure you need it. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.” I wink at her.
She has a confused expression on her face. “Why would I get dehydrated?”
“As wet as you get, and as hard as you come, you would get dehydrated,” I say enjoying the embarrassment on her face.
“Marco!” She scolds, turning beet-red and swatting my hand.
“Eat up, we’ve got a busy day ahead. And you’ve got to go visit your friend about your costume for Halloween this weekend. When do you want to go?”
I’m wondering if she’ll go alone or ask me to go with her.
“I don’t know, I’ll have to check with her and see when she’s free.” She raises her eyes to mine biting her fingernail and I know there’s something she wants to say.
“What is it, Elizabeth?”
“Um, would you like to meet her?” She looks almost afraid to ask me.
“Of course I’d like to meet your friend. Just tell me when and where and we’ll be there.” I lean over and place a light kiss on her lips and I’m happy she looks relieved but I’m happier she asked me to meet her friend. I was beginning to think she was hiding me.
“Now eat, it’s gonna be a long day.”
We look like newlyweds during the first part of the morning’s shopping excursion, picking out paintings and photographs of local scenes in small little galleries and shops. Next we go to Pottery Barn for kitchen accessories. I need a new juicer and sea salt and pepper grinders. I enjoy both of these shopping ventures, as much as I love to cook. The saleslady keeps looking at me like, I can’t believe this guy is not gay. We have lunch at A Taste of Italy, a little authentic Italian restaurant that started out as a deli but added a room with dining tables. This place is just like the delis in New York.
Frank Sinatra crooning The Way You Look Tonight. I look at Elizabeth and my heart swells. This woman intoxicates me.
“Dance with me, baby.” I hold my hand out to her.
“Here?” She looks around warily. No one else is in the dining room so she takes my hand slowly as a carefree smile graces that lovely face.
I hold her against me pressing her body into mine.
I sing the words of the song softly into her ear, her cheek pressed to mine.
I dip her, just like they did in the old days when the song finishes, and her laughter fills the air. I’m going to remember this day for the rest of my life, a perfect snapshot caught forever in my mind.
We sit down to eat and I tell Elizabeth that next we’re going to go look for her corset and some other things. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment she asked me to go shopping with her. I won’t tell her where. I know by the glimmer I must have in my eye, she knows I have some surprises in store. She’s like a little kid filled with excitement but at the same time her wanton inner slut side can’t wait either. The two parts of her are incredibly irresistible.
As I drive up Market Street and go past the Harley-Davidson dealership, she turns to me.
“I have a pretty good idea of where we’re going, Mr. Bond.”
I place my hand on her thigh, stroking it as a smile creeps over my face, my eyes never leaving the road.
“I’m sure you do. And what do you think?”
“I think we’re going to buy more than just a corset, Sir.” I don’t miss the innuendo.
“Well you did ask for more. We’ll see how much more you want.”
When we pull into a parking spot at the Adam & Eve kinkfest store I turn to look at her. Her face is flushed and she’s biting her lip. She’s turned on. This is going to be fun. I want to lick my lips in anticipation of everything we’re going to do with all of these little toys of pleasure.
“Ready?”
She moves her face to look at me as a slow smile curves those pink lips. My cock hardens at her lascivious reaction.
“Yes,” she whispers huskily.
“Let’s go find some more then,” I say as a wolfish smile spreads across my face.
Inside the second-story store the regular assortment of masks, vibrators, dildos and clothing are immediately visible. I guess it had to be on the second floor so that everyone couldn’t see all of the sexual apparatuses on display if they were peeking in the windows from a first floor unit. The young salesman behind the counter looks up at us and smiles giving us a quick assessment before he greets us.
“Hi, let me know if you need any help.” Smart boy, he can tell that I know what I’m doing but she is a bit nervous, so he gives us our space.
I answer him, nodding, “Thank you, we will.”
I turn to her and ask, “Why don’t we start with picking out your corset?” It’s more of a statement than question. It’s best she starts with something she feels safe and comfortable with, and it will give her some time to get used to being around all of the paraphernalia.
“Good idea.” There’s a little relief in her expression.
Elizabeth picks out a beautiful red satin bustier with black lace overlay with demi cups that will make her breasts look beautiful, pushing them up and letting the tops quiver with her movements. My dick wakes up at the thought of her in it. I turn to the salesman.
“Can she try this on?”
“Certainly.” He comes around the counter saying, “Right this way.”
Inside the dressing room, yes I go in with her, she looks fantastic. So much so I can’t keep my hands off her. I push her up against the wall and hold her hands over her head with one of mine, the other holds her still with my hand flat on her abdomen. My tongue traces the outline of the cups on her bare skin.
“Marco, we can’t do this here,” she whispers as she pushes her tits into my face.
“Ssshhh, baby.”
I pull the half cups down letting her breasts pour out so her nipples are pointing at my mouth begging to be sucked. I pull one between my lips and teeth, biting, flicking, and sucking it as I roll the other between my fingers, twisting, pulling and pinching it and her hips begin to buck under my palm. I slide my hand down her panties—she’s so fucking wet—and thrust two fingers inside her. Instantly she’s riding my hand hard and fast.
“Mmmmm,” I growl. “This is going to be a long fucking day.” I release her with a final bite on each fleshy breast. She gasps at the slight pain and looks down at the marks. Looking in my eyes she can’t fight the smile at the sight of my love marks on her.
“Get dressed before I fuck you right here,” I say through clenched teeth, half hoping she’ll dare me.
After we leave the dressing room I lead her over to the clamps. I want to get one for her clit. She will lose her fucking mind, I’m sure. The young tattooed and pierced salesman comes over to help us.
“Can I show you anything?” he asks in a casual tone.
I point to the jewel clit clamp. “Yes, we’d like that, along with this corset.”
He holds his hand out to Elizabeth waiting for the garment. She turns scarlet handing it to him and I’m thinking, If you’re embarrassed about that, baby, wait until you find out what the rest of this is for.
“And we’ll take that black plug kit over there and the wireless plug.” I direct him to the butt plug kit with anal beads and the vibrating anal plug, a little something for me when she has it in. He moves to that end of the counter and takes them out placing them with the rest of our things.
I look at Elizabeth. She looks like a deer in headlights with her little mouth open. I bend down to kiss her.
“Is there anything in particular you’d like, babe?”
“I think you’re doing quite well so far, thank you,” she answers me quietly.
I look back at the guy behind the counter. “Also, I saw beaded thongs, we’d like a pair as well.”
“Absolutely,” he says, glancing at Elizabeth to estimate her size, then he walks to retrieve a pack.
I take Elizabeth over to the vibrators.
“We’d like the G-spot and that one, and that lubricant,” I tell him pointing to the flesh-colored larger vibrator. “Let’s have those Ben Wa balls as well.”
I look at Elizabeth again, studying her face. She’s looking at everything I’ve picked out, and she’s probably wondering what I’m going to do with all of it. I wonder if she thinks I’m never going to fuck her again because I’m buying two vibrators, or if I’m going to use them both on her at the same time. She knows how I am with her, how I want to make her get lost in pleasure, how I drown in her, how I lose myself in her and my only desire is hearing her moan and scream my name.
“Come over here with me.” I tug gently on her hand and walk her to the floggers.
“I’d like to use this on you. It can be very intoxicating if used correctly.” I pause for a moment to let her get comfortable with the idea before I take one down.
“Okay.” I can tell she’s nervous and a little scared but she trusts me and agrees.
“You’ll love it. I promise.” I take one from the wall display, feeling the ends for their softness. This one should do nicely. It won’t give too much of a sting if mistakenly used heavy-handedly.
I approach the counter with Elizabeth and set the flogger down. “This will be all, thank you for your help.”
Elizabeth squeezes my hand tightly as he rings us up, packs up our things and we leave.
Back in the car she’s quiet, lost in thought. I’m sure her mind is going a mile a minute. I look at her and try to read her thoughts and gently squeeze her thigh.
“You okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. It’s a lot of stuff.”
I chuckle. “Yes, kind of.” My gaze scans her face and my heart warms. Her brows are furrowed and she’s biting her lip. “Don’t worry, baby, we’re not going to use everything at once. I want to give you more, and this will help me do that.” I pause and place my hand over hers holding it tenderly, “Do you trust me, Elizabeth?” I ask her again.
“Without a doubt.”
Looking deeply into those hypnotic hazel eyes of hers where all the secrets of the world seem to exist, my heart starts to talk.
“Pleasuring you, taking you to places where you lose yourself, where your body screams with unbound desire and every nerve ending in your delicious little body is on fire from my touch, that is what I want. That is what I was put on this earth for. I’m going to do wonderfully wicked things to you and you’re going to love every minute of it.”
She leans in to kiss me as her hand slides through the back of my hair pulling me closer, her arousal feeding into me with her kiss telling me she’s mine.
Releasing me, she says breathlessly, “Let’s go home so I can finish up with Elsie then we can start playing.” Her smile is sinfully hungry.
This incredible woman never ceases to amaze me.
Elsie is the most adorable little thing, petite, feminine and strong all at the same time. When I walk into her apartment she looks me up and down, scrutinizing me. A smile erupts on her pretty face.
“Hi, Marco, it’s good to finally meet you. Elizabeth’s told me about how you two met and what happened at her place.” She discreetly leaves out Santino’s name. She’s quite a diplomatic young lady.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. We did have quite a beginning,” I say, momentarily reflecting on our first few weeks together as the images speed through my mind. “So, you’re going to be Elizabeth’s date for Halloween? She’s looking forward to it and the costume you’re helping her with, I hear you’re very talented. I’m going to go to the gym while you two take care of business. You and Elizabeth are starting a class there on Monday, right?”
Elsie’s eyes widen and a mischievous smile tugs at her mouth. “Yes, I’m really looking forward to it.”
“You should be, it’s a great place and everyone there knows what they’re doing.”
I bet she’s looking forward to it because of the guys, not the class. I’m well aware the place is filled with some of the most good-looking and built men in the area.
I turn to Elizabeth and take her in my arms. “I’ll call you in about an hour, okay?”
Wrapping herself around me, she presses into me. She’s wearing the beaded thong and I know it’s been rubbing against her clit and pussy the whole way here. Her face is flushed and her mouth looks like it wants to be kissed and I want to stroke her folds to see how wet she is.
“Okay, have fun, don’t hurt yourself, please. We have plans.”
The naughty girl is looking forward to it, and my dick is very happy to hear that.
After warming up at the gym I get in the cage with John. He’s bigger than I am and very good so sparring with him helps me to sharpen more defensive moves. Working out with him is helping me to get better, pushing me, challenging me, and knocking me on my ass a few times. He throws me a couple of jabs, I spin and try to take him off his feet by hooking him with my right foot. Back and forth, we punch, hand strike, and roundhouse kick. After three rounds, the usual length of a bout, we exit the cage together hot, sweaty and a little out of breath.
He takes this opportunity to bust my balls. “That was excellent, Marco. Pretty soon you might be able to kick my ass.”
“What, and damage that handsome face of yours, John? That’s all you’ve got going for you. I think I’ll just keep taking it easy on you for a while.”
We both laugh as we stop at one of the bags. He gets behind it and I start jabbing at it, left, right, left, left.
“Did Brian talk to you about anything he might have found out that might be happening with my project?” I ask him between hits, a little short of breath.
I throw a right upper cut and he barely feels it with the huge bag between him and my fist.
Brian Daniels was with John when he came to Elizabeth’s apartment the night Santino showed up there. They have been friends since boot camp in the Marines and John considers him the only family he has. These two men are incredibly loyal and generous, and they have the ability to kill a person with their bare hands. When I arrived in Wilmington and found Evolution, they made me feel something foreign, a true friendship with no hidden agendas. We are the same, each of us a Dominant, but each of us unique.
“Not much, all he said is he thinks something’s not right. He did say last time we spoke he was having lunch with someone to confirm the status of your paperwork before he talked to you about anything.” He’s pushing the bag back on me, forcing me to go into it a little harder. I attack it like a bulldozer plowing down everything in its path.
“Did he tell you who he was having lunch with?” I growl it out between jabs, my frustration and intensity are clear in my words and in my hits. I let my pent-up emotions flow through my hands like a powerful force exerting its strength on the object of its anger wanting to smash it and destroy it.
“No he didn’t tell me. But he did say it was someone who would give him a definitive answer on your paperwork.” His voice is tight. Even though he’s on the other side of the bag he can feel the rage pouring from me, one hit after the other in rapid fire succession.
Brian Daniels’ family owns a very large and reputable construction company here and they have been in business for three generations. The company has now passed on to him, and he is very, very good at what he does, the best in the area. His friends and connections reach into many different facets of the community, forged over years, births, marriages, fishing trips, and sometimes a tall, cold glass of iced tea.
One final punch and I lift my head. The sweat is running down my face and body. “I fucking hope so.” It’s apparent I didn’t get all my fury out because he can still hear it in my voice.
“I do too, ’cause I’d hate to be the one on the receiving end of that shit right there. That’s going to be one fucked-up individual when you find out who it is.”
Turning my attention back to the bag, I start mauling it, taking out all of my frustrations about whatever the fuck is going on with my applications with the city. That feeling of foreboding is gnawing at me and it’s making me fucking crazy.
Elizabeth
I’m so aroused right now, I could kill Marco for making me wear this beaded thongs! What was I thinking? I even contemplated going into Elsie’s bathroom and masturbating just to extinguish this need. Every time I move, breathe, even speak, the beads rub my lips, my clit and my ass. I just want to keep shifting in my seat so I can come. If I didn’t think I would scream from the release, I would.
Marco must know how on fire I am. He’s barely touched me since he picked me up at Elsie’s, just a flutter of his lips against mine or a light stroke of his fingers down my spine. Ever since we were in Adam & Eve around all the toys, my sex has been pulsing at the suggestion of satisfaction brought on with all of the vibrators, dildos, restraints and other naughty things. I have been wondering all evening what Marco’s going to do to me tonight and it sends anticipated jolts of excitement throughout my body. When we get home we order Chinese food and he jumps right in the shower. But the only thing I want going inside me right now is him! And maybe one of those vibrators. Grrrrr! I’m going to die from horniness. I’m not waiting.
Entering the bathroom I close the door quietly behind me. I turn my head to see Marco standing in the shower with water droplets cascading down the perfection of his firm golden body, the muscles bulging bigger after his workout at the gym. His fight for control is evident in his erection and the way he’s standing, both arms resting on the wall in front of him and his head bowed. I stand quietly and admire how beautiful he is. The sight of his arousal fuels my desire, my insides coil and pull, making me gasp with the sight of his wanting me. This man is a primal beast lurking within the beauty of his controlled façade. The raw sensuality and power that pour from him are completely intoxicating, surrounding me, burning me, melting me so that all that is left is hungry desire yearning for his beast to take me.
He turns to look at me as I begin to undress. I still have the bustier on. Pulling the sweater over my head I lay it on the floor. Next I slide down the loose pants I’m wearing. Nothing tight could have been worn over the beads or they would have killed me, and I place them on the floor with the top. I reach to unzip the bustier, releasing my breasts, and I let it fall to the floor. Marco’s jaw is tight, his muscle flexing showing his fight for restraint as he lifts his hand to me beckoning me to come to him. I pull my hair up and clip the mass away from my neck. I take his hand and come to stand in front of him under the waterfall. He runs a finger down my shoulder, kissing me lightly. My head falls back and I sigh heavily. A strangled growl rumbles from deep inside of his chest.
“I’ve wanted to see how wet you were all night,” he whispers.
My legs open at his words and he runs a finger along the beads making them vibrate against my clit. I reach up and dig my nails into his arms.
“Oh God, Marco, please…” I beg. Just one more, please, and I’ll come.
“I know, baby, I know.” His voice is compassionate and firm. He runs a fingernail along the length of the beads resting on my pulsing sex, back and forth, three times. The vibrations echo through me and finally I fall over the edge, release humming inside me.
I slide the thong down my legs and taking the length of his shaft in my hands I wrap the beads around him and begin to gently slide them up and down his length.
“Fuck, Elizabeth,” he growls between clenched teeth, throwing his head back, the tendons on the sides of his neck bulging, reflecting what’s going on inside him.
As my hand slides slowly up and down massaging him, I reach down and take his sac in my palm and give his balls the attention they deserve. I love the weight of them resting in my hand, the texture of his wrinkled skin against my smooth flesh, and I can’t resist the urge to fondle and squeeze them.
He grabs my hands and pulls them away. “That’s enough of that. If you keep that up I won’t last another five minutes.”
Taking the body wash he begins to lather my body from top to bottom slowly and deliberately, his fingers dipping into all of my creases and folds, his lips and tongue stroking my smooth skin. His touch stirs the embers of my arousal, stoking them, bringing them higher and brighter.
Finally he turns off the water. “Time to get out, baby.”
He steps out first and gets us each a towel.
As I stand there drying myself I look at the exquisite specimen of man standing before me tying the fat white towel low around his sculpted waist. His eyes pierce me with a promise of satisfaction saying, bring me your hunger and I’ll feed you. I’ll quench your need more than you’d ever imagined. He extends his hand to me and I take it, letting out a quiet breath because I know he’ll do just that.
When we get to the bed he removes our towels and tosses them on the chair in the corner. The lights are dim and the only sounds are the sounds of flesh on flesh, our breathing and the pounding of our hearts.
Marco lifts me onto the bed and stretches his long muscular body over mine, his large hands travelling over all of my curves, mounds and dips. His mouth savors my breasts, pulling and flicking the peaks until I almost shout out in pleasure. Shifting his weight, he moves down between my legs and holds them open as far as they will go. When his lips close over my clit and his tongue thrusts inside me, the sensations are so magnified my need screams for fulfillment, throbbing and clenching inside me.
He turns me over and lifts my ass in the air. His fingers begin their dance over my sex, playing, stroking and plunging inside me. His attention is so precise in my pussy I almost think he can feel my pleasure. How can he be this good? He removes his hand and rests his torso flush against me. I feel his erection grazing my skin and everything inside me instinctively clenches at that contact. I hear a click then a thump on the floor before Marco’s hand returns to cup my mound. His other hand comes to rest on my back hole with something soft and velvety—the lube. My hips buck in reaction to the visions of penetration of my ass. Marco’s hand tightens on my sex holding me in place.
“Sssshhh, baby, be still; it’s time for more, trust me.” His voice is low and gravelly but soothing.
Oh. My. God! What is he going to put in there? I press back into him, my desire strong but my trust in him stronger.
He slides a finger inside my hot sheath while another sits at the entrance of my ass, circling, teasing, and pressing in rhythm with the other. I begin to rock with him, against him and I feel his finger pushing in, opening me up and another wave of hunger grabs me. I meet the thrusts of his hand, going higher, that sweet headiness takes over me. But I need more.
I feel Marco shift again as his fingers slowly leave me empty and wanting. Then his cock pushes slowly into me, back and forth, stroking my walls, thrusting and filling me, carrying me on that wave and I moan with it, it feels so good.
He buries himself deep inside me and places a hand on my back holding me still. And I feel it, the tip of something at the entrance of my ass. Marco begins to move, rocking, thrusting, gently plunging. Oooooh, yes, I can feel it sliding in, filling me, yes, moving with him entering me. His movements become stronger, deeper, more intense. I feel so full, so good and I start to soar.
In my head I’m saying, Ride me, baby, clutching him tightly within me.
I hear a deep rumble from Marco and it pushes me higher.
“Aaaahhh!” The scream rips from me the moment he turns on the vibrator in my ass making me shatter.
“Grrrrr, Elizabeth!!” Marco pounds into me, coming hard and fast.
My orgasm won’t stop. I ride it with Marco, fierce and all-consuming.
“STOP, PLEASE!” I can’t take it anymore.
The vibrations stop, he removes it slowly and we collapse, two bodies exhausted and spent, crumpled together on the thick white comforter.
“Oh, my God, Marco…” My voice is weak but I’m totally satisfied.
“I know, baby. I felt the same way, unfuckingbelievable,” he breathes out with his arms tightly around me.
A small chuckle begins to leave me, and I feel Marco’s body begin to tremble with one as well before I hear it. We’re both chuckling, then the laughter overcomes us and tears roll down our cheeks.
“Oh wow, that was intense,” he says as he’s trying to subdue his laughter. “I’m going to get a towel. Be right back, my love,” he says still chuckling as he kisses me on my forehead before he gets up to leave.
I hear the water running in the master bath as I stretch out and let the smile spread across my face and body. Yes, my body is smiling, it’s glowing and it wants to dance wild and uninhibited under a full moon. I might have gotten up to do just that if my limbs weren’t made of Jell-O right now. Marco returns with the warm cloth a minute later sitting down next to me to clean the lube and our juices oozing out of me.
“Marco?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Why do you always do this?”
He looks into my face. His expression is so tender. “It’s my job to take care of you, love. And I enjoy taking care of you; now shush and let me do this.”
Tonight I’m especially grateful for his attention, I am so spent I can hardly keep my eyes open. A yawn creeps up on me with that thought just to prove the point.
“Sleep, my love,” Marco whispers in my ear. “But dream of me.” That is the last thing I hear as I drift off, smiling, feeling so much joy, adoration and affection for this beautifully amazing man sent to me by the grace of God.
Marco
When I make love to Elizabeth it isn’t about sex. Yes, of course that’s what we’re doing but it’s more like the sex is a means to open her up to expose her soul. A way for me to touch her essence, her being, a way for her true beauty to touch me and enfold me in its warmth and grandeur. It’s celestial and I am humbled to being more than a mere man when she takes me there. It is the only time she is truly free with me. I’m greedy and I have to possess it but I refuse to admit I cannot truly have what is not given to me freely. So I take it every time I make love to her. It is then she gives me everything, everything that she is, all that she is unaware of. It flows from her endlessly and I luxuriate in it gluttonously.
“Elizabeth, I want to take some pictures of you.”
I can see the shock in her face. She is stunning in her afterglow and I want to capture it, savor it, preserve it and keep it. I’m such a selfish man.
“Why do you want to do that? I hate pictures, Marco.”
I can sense she’s withdrawing and getting behind her safety wall, the place where she hides herself. I’m not going to let that happen.
“Because I want to capture your beauty, the beauty of your sensuality, your unmasked self. You’re captivating, and if I can get even a glimpse of that in the photo it would be a masterpiece. One that I helped you to create in yourself. Will you let me do that, Elizabeth? Please.”
She’s silent thinking about my answer.
We’re lying in my bed. It’s the middle of the day on Sunday and the sun is shining through the sheer panels hanging on the window behind my bed onto her flawless pale skin. A boat horn blows faintly in the distance, mixing with the melody of the seagulls. The auburn highlights in her dark hair look like a hint of fire embers that are smoldering within her. Her hazel eyes have specks of gold on the outside and a hint of blue around the pupils, such a compilation, much like herself, so many different facets to the woman that she is.
She’s looking into my eyes, searching me, and I can see she’s fighting with herself. She doesn’t want to do it. I know she’s afraid of her vulnerability. But she’s enticed by the idea as well. I see a small smile tug on the corners of her mouth. And I can’t resist it. I slowly lower my lips to hers, grazing them softly. Her lips are swollen from our kisses. I lightly run my tongue along them and her mouth opens slightly. I feel her breath mixing with mine. As always she lets me do what I want with her and I relish it. I love the taste and feel of her.
She whispers, “Okay.”
“Thank you, baby.” My mouth takes hers with the lingering fire from having just been inside her. She pushes her body into me, dragging her nails down my back making me hard again.
“I’m going to get my camera. Stay just like that. You’re perfect.”
I go to my closet and pull down a box I haven’t unpacked yet but I know the camera’s in there. I turn it on to check if the battery is fully charged. My cock is rock hard thinking about the shots I’m going to get of Elizabeth.
“Look at you, Marco; you’re obviously excited. You must really be enjoying this,” she laughs at me when I walk back into bedroom.
“I am, baby. You have no idea how intoxicating you are right now. And you’re letting me capture this moment. You’re making me very happy.”
“I can’t believe I’m letting you, to be perfectly honest.” I see the blush creeping across her flushed cheeks.
I sit on the edge of the bed and look into her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to hurt you or give you any reason not to trust me. I asked you to let me do this because I want to capture your sensuality on film, see you open and exposed from making love with me. Even if just a small piece of it, I need to have it.”
There’s a long silence. Her expression is soft and very feminine, unguarded and open. And at that moment I know she is going to give me what I want, what I need, to be expressed in her pictures. The expressions of her soul.
“I know.” Her voice is quiet but certain. “Just tell me what you want me to do for you.”
My eyes move to gaze at her breasts showing through the sheet and I brush my finger over her nipples.
“I want you to think of us making love. I want you to relive that, feel those feelings, imagine my hands and my mouth on your body and show me what you’re feeling.”
Her eyelids dip as her mind and body go back to that place of passion we shared just moments before. Her lips part slightly and I see her tongue peeking out behind her porcelain white teeth. That lovely thick dark mane of hair of hers is fanned out against the white pillow under her head framing her in purity. There is a shift in her body that pushes her breasts out and my hand reaches out to caress her.
She begins to shift in reaction to my touch and I start to click away. Her eyes look at me with such affection it melts my heart. She’s softly writhing, shifting and moving as if my hands and mouth are making love to her, tasting her, drinking her in. Her eyes are speaking to me, making love to me, beckoning to me like a siren’s song and I get lost in them.
Her beauty is angelic. This moment, this thing we are sharing now is not human but spiritual. My soul is calling to hers and I know hers is answering. I hope I am able to capture this tiny moment, a small piece of this experience so I can drown in it again and again.