feet, and we fall on to the couch together. The weight of him on top of me feels so good, I am enjoying it, I have missed us being like this. It might not have been that long ago since we were last entangled like this but considering everything that has happened and all that we’ve been through, it also feels like a lifetime since everything has been this simple and electrifying as well.
Marc slides down my body at the speed of light and whips my trousers away, dragging my panties off as well. He grabs my legs and flings them over his shoulders all while blowing a deliciously hot breath along my soaking wet clit. I immediately start writhing as if I am trying to escape the tickling sensation, when really, I just love it. I want more from him.
“Your scent is intoxicating,” he murmurs seductively. “I want to taste you.”
Before I can even tell him that he can do whatever the hell he wants to me, he does it anyway. His lips brush over my clit as his tongue starts massaging me just where his fingers were exploring a few moments before. Yet his tongue feels even better than his fingers did.
“Oh God.” His movements speed up, he becomes a mad man on a mission. I can barely contain myself as he tastes every damn inch of my hypersensitive core, pushing me dangerously close to the knife edge of desire. “Oh God, Marc, that feels so…”
I don’t want to make too much noise, so I grab the nearest pillow and stuff it into my teeth as he swirls his tongue all around me, dragging me deep under the waters of pleasure.
I want to hold back, I want to keep it together for a little while longer, I want to grab on to the pleasure and hold it tight before I release it… but I want to do that on my own terms. I can’t help groaning in frustration as he yanks his head away just as I was about to fall over the edge…
“Oh God,” I moan out. “What the hell are you doing to me, Marc?”
“I need to talk to you.” He drags himself into upright position and presses his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his mouth which is strangely sexy. “I think it might be time for us to stop using protection.”
I let my eyes slide closed while I attempt to process these words. I know that they are heavy, but it’s hard for me to deal with the magnitude of this while I’m feeling so good.
“You want a baby? You want a family with me?” I can feel him nodding. “Me too.”
It surprises me to hear myself say this. I know that it’s wild to be rushing into things with Marc when my last pregnancy wasn’t exactly the smoothest thing in the world, but I love this man and he loves me too, so why the hell not? He has already proven himself to me when it comes to fatherhood and to being a stable wonderful person as well.
Yes, this actually feels amazing. I smile to myself knowing that it’s the best way.
Plus, the sensation of Marc slipping inside of me without a condom sheathing him makes me feel a million times closer to him than I ever have done before. I cling on to him, I hold him tight, I touch every inch of him while he slams into me over and over again. Each thrust is more intense than the last and every time our bodies connect, I feel even closer to him. The bond that I share with Marc is on another level, it’s out of this world, and that comes through even more when he is buried deep inside of me.
“Oh fuck.” The orgasm hits me hard. The pleasure smashes against my body like a tsunami. The waves of bliss drown me in joy, and it feels utterly amazing. I wrap every part of myself around him so that I can really feel him as my head swims in the clouds. The stars that I can see twinkle so brightly, so desperately, so much.
It’s always been incredible with Marc, every single time, but this is even more intense than before. I think it’s because we love each other now, I think it’s because we have just decided to take the next step, I think it’s because he is everything I want and so much more.
27
Marc
March 8th
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