Chapter 35 Teach Me
Chapter thirty-five
Teach Me
Sophia
I don’t know what to process first. The fact Marco just gave me another life-altering orgasm that had me rolling my hips shamelessly against his face and left me a trembling mess.
Or the size of him. There’s a stampede of nerves flooding my system, but I keep my breathing even and my expression confident so they won’t reveal themselves to the god of a man standing over me.
The shadows falling around us highlight his defined shoulders and strong chest, but it’s his perfectly chiseled six-pack and the deep cut of the V leading to his long, thick cock that makes wetness pool between my thighs.
Hard and slightly curved, his cock stands to attention with a bead of pre-cum glistening on his tip.
I’m silent, contemplating how I’m going to take him in my mouth, let alone anywhere else.
In my small sample of dicks, he’s by far the biggest I’ve been with, and truthfully, I’m wondering how I’m going to make him fit.
I roll my lips inward, then run my tongue over them to wet them.
Marco watches me intently, tracking my movements.
He reaches out and uses his pointer finger to lift my chin so there’s nowhere else to look but into his blazing eyes.
He tenderly strokes my cheek with his thumb, the rough pad a balm on my hot skin.
“Is this still okay, baby?” Marco asks, his expression soft, imploring. Seeking my explicit consent.
“Yes, absolutely. I’ve never wanted anything more,” I reassure him.
“Just working out the logistics of how I’m going to make it fit.
” He lets out a deep, rumbly laugh. The familiar sound of it is comforting and an even bigger turn on.
The way it feels so right to share this level of intimacy with him is validation for every time I questioned if he felt the pull of attraction between us over the years.
Or if he noticed the way my body would light up like a sparkler on the fourth of July any time his skin brushed against mine.
It might be me on my knees right now, but there is a shared vulnerability between us as we let actions speak for the many years of words left unsaid.
Words we will no doubt need to find to fill in the gaps, just not right now.
I have a feeling the only thing Marco is concerned about filling right now is my mouth.
I want it just as much. I want to know what it feels like to see this normally guarded man lose control.
To take him to the brink of insanity and back again.
Let him earn his penance for an eternity of longing for him gone unanswered—until now.
But mostly, I want to watch him shatter and revel in the power of knowing I was the one who made him unravel.
“You can take it,” he says. “You’ve never been a quitter.”
I feel myself preen under his praise. The blinding smile he gives me feels like the first time the sun kisses your skin after too many months fighting off the cold.
He continues to stroke my cheek with the pad of his thumb with one hand, moving the other to his hard cock, matching the tempo of his strokes.
He tugs himself. Strong, slow, and steady.
I watch mesmerized and feel the pitter patter of my heart slow to match the pace at which he’s working himself over.
He slows his strokes on my cheek to a stop, then gently slides his hand down my face, neck, and over my heavy breast, stopping to press it right over my heart. The slow but steady beat of my heart thumps against his palm.
“Good girl. Let’s get this lesson started.”