Chapter 22 Brin
Brin
Premarital sex is amazing.
I’m sure married sex is amazing too—maybe? How would I know?—but I wake up feeling really good.
Marco’s not in bed with me, but when I get dressed and shuffle out of our bedroom to pee, I find him on the couch with his laptop. He tells me good morning and I blink back at him and say hello in my gritty morning voice.
When I come out of the bathroom Marco’s waiting for me, a little shyness in his gaze that I’m not used to seeing. It’s endearing.
“How do you feel?” he asks. “Sore?”
I wind my arms around his neck and, morning breath and all, kiss him. He smiles against my lips and relaxes. When we pull apart, he asks, “Would you like breakfast in bed?”
“Ooooo, yes please.”
I get back into his bed, snuggling under the blankets. A few minutes later, Marco comes in with peanut-buttered toast and coffee. I sit up, propping myself up with a giant pile of pillows, and Marco sits next to me while I eat.
“Do you have plans today?” I ask between bites.
Marco shakes his head. “I’m hoping just you.”
I laugh. “Well, I do have to work, so I only have a few hours.”
“Plenty of time for a short sexfest.”
“Is that the official term?”
“Totally.”
“How many hours is a long sexfest?” I muse.
“Well, a sexfest implies multiple orgasms by all parties, and if we have a few hours for a short sexfest then a long sexfest has to be like . . . six hours?”
I nearly choke on my toast. “Oh my god. Have you ever had a long sexfest?”
He just grins.
“Okay, well maybe we should save our energy today and have a long sexfest tomorrow, since I’m not working on Christmas Eve.”
Marco’s smile drops. “Actually, I’m going to go visit my brother’s grave tomorrow.”
“Oh my god.” I sit up. “I didn’t know. I’m so glad you go out to visit him. Do you want me to go with you? Oh wait, I have to babysit tomorrow. That puts a damper on our long sexfest too. When will you go to the cemetery?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says quickly, and I study his face to make sure he really is okay with going alone. “Joe didn’t have a will, so my parents did whatever they wanted and he’s out in Long Island. Which is why I have a will because I do not want to end up at the whim of my parents.”
Wow. He has a will. That’s boss-level adulting.
“That must have been a tough time for you. Joe’s funeral and dealing with your parents and not being able to carry out Joe’s wishes.”
“It was. The shittiest thing was that my parents thought I’d have a relationship with them again. Like I’d forget their cruelty and now that Joe was gone everything would be fine.”
I cocked my head. “They’d accept your bisexuality but not Joe being gay?”
Marco grins wickedly. “They don’t know. I want them to know that I’m rejecting them, not the other way around.”
That delights me. I finish the last of my toast and take a few sips of my still-cooling coffee.
Marco clears his throat. “Regarding said sexfest: Is there anything you want to do?”
“Like . . . ?”
He counts off with his fingers. “Positions. Acts. I’m sure we can find a sex shop that’s open today and pick up any supplies.”
“Huh. I haven’t really thought about it.”
Marco tilts his head at me. “What do you think about when you’re using the dildo?”
I blush. “Oh, um, well . . . you already know I think about you . . .”
He grins, showing all his teeth. “Yeah? You think about me doing what?”
Oh my god. Why is it so hard to say naughty things? “In the shower,” I finally say.
He pulls out his phone and I watch over his shoulder as he starts a note. Shower sex, he types. Then he adds, watch Brin use her toy and then use toy on Brin.
He glances up at me. “Mind if I make some suggestions?”
I gesture with my mug. “By all means.”
Reverse cowgirl.
Okay, that one I know.
Doggy style.
Yup, heard of that one too.
Prone bone.
“What the hell is that one?” I blurt.
“Oh, I’ll show you. Now hurry up and finish your coffee, gorgeous.”
By the time I’d finished my coffee the list was about thirty items long—a lot to tackle in a short sexfest, but Marco’s trying his best.
He starts by tugging on my ankles, pulling me down to lie on my back, and peeling the pajamas off my legs. Then he dives in, face-first, and brings me to a quick climax with his mouth.
Then he flips me over and crawls on top of me. I still have my shirt on, but Marco rucks it up and presses his whole body against mine, kissing the back of my neck. He’s gotten undressed, probably while I was in a post-orgasm fugue state, and so our bodies are skin to skin.
His weight pressing me down is so sexy it sends a shiver up my spine. His lips trace a path up to my ear, and he nibbles on my earlobe. “I’m gonna get a condom, okay? Then I’m going to show you the wonders of the prone bone. I think you’ll like it.”
I hear the nightstand drawer open, and the rip of the foil. Then Marco’s back, straddling my thighs. “Lift up a bit, gorgeous.” He taps my hip so I know what he means. When I spread my legs, he tells me to close them.
He enters me slowly until he’s bottomed out and then pushes me down to lie flat. His hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks slightly. Oh god, what can he see?
“Fuck that’s hot. Look at you taking me so well.”
My butt checks clench in his hand as my body tightens at the compliment. He chuckles and then lies down over me.
It’s more intimate than I was expecting for a position from behind.
Marco holds himself over me so he doesn’t smother me, and that gives him room to pepper me with kisses anywhere he can reach.
His strokes are smooth and steady, and on my stomach like this I can clench my muscles.
My orgasm builds, deeper this time, and soon he’s grunting in my ear, his hips steadily rocking us both to the peak.
I cry out, clenching around him, and Marco follows with a deep thrust and a guttural groan.
We lie in silence, catching our breaths. When Marco finally rolls off, I turn my head to look at him.
God he’s gorgeous. His body is coated in a slight sheen of sweat—he did all the work—and I’m eye level with his ribs. I raise my head a little and get an amazing view of his V all the way down to his soft dick.
Marco rubs his face and checks his phone for the time. “Do you think you can come again?”
“Can you?” I mean, Marco’s thirty-two and what they hell do I know, but I didn’t think men could get hard again that fast.
“I have something else in mind. Stay there.”
I obey. I watch him as much as I can though, turning my head while he opens my sock drawer. Even before he pulls out the hot pink dildo, I’m blushing.
He holds it up. “Can I use this on you?”
My arousal comes roaring back.
Marco props my hips up with a pillow this time, and then slowly pushes the toy inside of me. It’s embarrassing at first, how hard he’s staring at it when I glance at him over my shoulder, but then I forget to be embarrassed as he fucks me hard with the toy.
I come screaming.
I’m barely conscious when Marco cleans me up with a warm wet washcloth. He makes me get up to pee, and when I come back, he’s changing the sheets. Marco tucks me in, tells me to take a nap, and the last thing I remember is a kiss on the forehead before I drift off to sleep.