Chapter 37 You Taste Like Mine
Chapter thirty-seven
You Taste Like Mine
Sophia
“I think you taste like you’re mine.” The words echo in my ears, and I think I might be having an out-of-body experience.
After an entrée of mind-blowing orgasms in his foyer, I’m now wrapped around Marco’s body as he carries me off to his bedroom for what I hope will be the main meal.
He’s still kissing me, like breaking our connection might make me evaporate into thin air.
I would be lying if I said seeing him ravenous and needy for me didn’t make my heart flip flop and my pussy flutter in delight.
As we continue to kiss, something catches my attention in the peripheral of my half-closed eyes. For a hot minute, I think Marco has a black cat. It’s only when I open my eyes I realize I’m still fully naked, save for my boots, and it’s my trapped shredded stocking flapping around.
I laugh against his lips and pull back to study his face.
He quirks an eyebrow in question but doesn’t halt his movements.
“I know we have committed many sins tonight, but crimes against fashion is not one that I am willing to die for,” I say with mock seriousness.
“So please, for the love of all that is holy, remove these heels and shredded stockings from my feet.”
We finally cross the threshold of his spacious bedroom. He walks straight past the massive king bed covered in crisp white linen and stacked with soft cushions.
“Hey, I think you missed our stop,” I joke.
But he doesn’t stop until we’re in his equally spacious bathroom.
Setting me down on the edge of the vanity, he immediately drops to his knees and does exactly what I’d asked, tossing my heels to the side and pulling what remains of my tattered stockings off my feet, dropping them to the floor.
Running his hands up the inside of my legs, he pushes my thighs wide and returns to stand between my legs. His cock is totally on board with whatever plans he has for me, bobbing dangerously close to my wet cunt.
“Now that we’ve eliminated any possibility of you going to hell for crimes against fashion, it’s time to commit a few more sins.
” Gripping the vanity with both hands, he rolls his hips ever so slightly towards me so his tip brushes against my clit.
The sensation sends tingles scattering all through my body.
I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face there as I push my hips into him, desperate for more friction.
“I was tested a few weeks ago, but even so, I haven’t been with anyone since you’ve been gone.”
“What?” I say incredulously, snapping my head up. “What do you—“
But he cuts me off with a bruising kiss and mumbles against my lips. “Now is not the time for talking.”
I table that comment for later and pull away. “I have an IUD and have never let anyone take me bare before. I want you to be the first. I don’t want any barriers between us.”
Then he’s on me, devouring me like a man possessed, worshipping my neck with open-mouthed kisses before taking the skin just below my ear into his mouth and sucking hard, marking me.
I arch back, rubbing myself up and down his hard length, feeling his pre-cum mix with my arousal.
He envelops me in his arms, and we’re on the move again, my legs wrapped around his waist, my dripping center pressed against him.
Stepping into his impressive shower with double heads, he uses one hand to turn the water on, adjusting the temperature of both heads until it’s just right. “Come on, dirty girl, let’s make a bit more mess and before we get clean,” he growls against the shell of my ear.
Before I can blink, my back is pressed against the cool tiles, Marco’s hot front pressed to my chest, nipples peaked, a thousand nerve endings firing with his skin on mine.
He wraps one hand under my ass, creating a seat, while he uses the other to guide his cock through my pussy and all the way to my tight bud, applying slight pressure, but not lingering too long.
Then he’s back circling my clit with his thick, swollen head, winding me up until I feel ready to explode.
“Please, Marco. I can’t take it anymore,” I beg.
Poised at my entrance, he confesses quietly, “Part of me doesn’t want to rush this.
I’ve waited a long time for this moment, and it was torturous in every fucking sense of the word.
Finally crossing the blurred lines we’ve toed for years feels like I’ve gone to heaven and come home from being lost at sea all at once.
I just need a moment to confirm it’s not a fever dream.
” Bringing us nose to nose, he adds. “I promise you, my intentions are crystal clear, Sophia. You’re all I want. I’m never letting you go.”
Giving him a watery smile, I speak my truth. “I’ve waited an eternity for you to confess those words. The same amount of time I hope we have to make up for the lost years.”
“They better be happy tears, Kitten,” he says, sealing his lips to mine in a soft kiss.
“It’s you and me from now until forever, baby.
” Without waiting a moment longer, he tightens his grip and plunges himself into my wet heat at the same time as I bounce on his cock.
Moans and the sound of slapping skin mix with the sound of cascading water and our heavy breathing to create a chaotic symphony.
The sound of finally finding pleasure in each other.
Our pace is frenzied and relentless, and he’s hitting all the right spots. I feel the tingle of heat from deep within as his cock hits that elusive spot inside me while my clit finds friction against his pelvis. “Fuck, Marco, I’m gonna come,” I scream as he continues pounding up into me.
“Come for me,” he commands, and I do, taking him with me, as he throbs and spills his release inside me.
I slide down his body and he takes the weight of me on his chest, holding me as the water sluices over us.
Letting the quiet of the moment envelop us as our heavy breathing returns to normal.
Gripping my chin possessively, he lifts my face to his and kisses me tenderly, like he’s committing this moment to memory.
“For the record, if I go to hell for sinning with you, then it’s the best fucking thing I ever did.”
My temperature spikes and it has absolutely nothing to do with the hot water cascading over us and everything to do with the intensity of the gleam in his eyes. That look on his face, one I’ve never seen before.
Given his starring role as the boy of my dreams for as long as I can recall, you best believe I’ve committed every expression to memory.
His intimidating stony-face stares directed at boys who dared talk to me at school.
Barely restrained irritation directed at my father’s condescending lectures about focusing on my studies instead of my “silly creative pursuits.” The furrow of deep concentration while coding.
The self-assured smirks working his magic behind the DJ decks.
The half-smiles when attempting to be polite.
The shit-eating grins at my irritation of falling victim to yet another of Sebastian and Luca’s pranks.
The pained grimace of determination when he let me leave six years ago.
Yet I’ve never seen this look. Gentle but fiery. Pure but with the promise of more sin. Protective and possessive, like I’m a precious treasure that only he can defend at all costs.
For all my fantasizing about what it would be like to be with Marco, for him to want me in the same way, I never had a specific fantasy of what it would be like to have sex with him.
Granted, my knowledge was limited until I experienced sex in college.
But this… this is in an entirely different stratosphere.
Now that I’ve had Marco’s mouth on my lips, his hands worshipping every part of my body, and his cock buried deep inside, cracking my heart wide open, I know what I had with anyone else didn’t stack up. Because, well, it wasn’t him.
Standing here in his embrace with the water raining down on us, I feel like I take my first full breath in six years.
It expands in my lungs, and a lightness spreads through me as I expel all the uncertainty that has plagued me.
I know with all I am that this is better than anything I could’ve conjured in my fantasies.
A metaphorical washing away of past resentment.
A clean slate. One that includes a future where we no longer hide from the intensity of our connection.
Yep. I’m positively certain. Now that I’ve seen this look, felt it in my heart and soul and committed it to my memory, the one ride for research purposes has proved with certainty that my Marco-Boy has ruined me in the best kind of worst way.
After more sweet kisses than I can count, Marco lathered up a loofah puff and washed my body with my favorite coffee and coconut body wash.
Then he gently washed my hair with the exact brand of shampoo and conditioner I use.
A coincidence? I highly doubt it. Another item to add to the “please explain” agenda.
Now we’re standing in front of the mirror at the same vanity that will forever be synonymous with the memory of feeling Marco everywhere for the first time.
We’re freshly showered, sated, and safe in a bubble I don’t ever want to burst. I press my naked back against his inked bare chest and marvel at the way we fit together.
Like those stacking Babushka dolls. Before I can stop it, my wayward mind takes a trip.
I imagine an even smaller babushka doll fits perfectly inside me.
Just the right mix of us both. Oh God. Stop.
Rein it in, girl! Stella will have a field day with this little nugget of information.
Just one ride, she said. Not marriage, kids, and a swing out back!
Marco drops his chin to my shoulder and looks at our reflection in the mirror. He entwines our fingers and wraps his arms around my waist, taking mine with him, nestled just right under his. See, perfect fit.
A dark, stormy look floats across his expression, and I furrow my brow in question. A whole conversation passes without words. Almost like the intimacy we’ve shared has finally restored power after a blackout, and now that all the lights are on, we can see clearly.
“I hate the idea of you anywhere near Arty after tonight,” he seethes. “I don’t fucking trust him not to try something again, Soph. I know he has a hidden agenda—and I just don’t know how your dad can’t see what a cretin he is. You need to tell him you won’t co-chair the Law Gala with him.”
“I wish it were that simple, Marco. I know what he did was fucked up, but being chosen to chair the Law Gala is a prestigious accolade for the firm, and it also gives me the right kind of visibility. I’m not saying I won’t deal with what happened tonight.
..I’m just saying not yet. I don’t want a scandal in the first few weeks of being on the job.
Let me get through this.” I reach up and stroke the furrow between his brows.
“Besides, I am certain you would have left him with some choice words of warning tonight. Surely he wouldn’t be dumb enough to try and mess with me again. ”
Marco’s face is lined with tension, like there’s more to this than he’s letting on.
“Marco, is there more I should know?” Instead of answering the question, he launches into “Mr. Fixer” mode.
“I’m telling you now, I never want you left alone with him,” he says adamantly. “Actually, I’m going to text Raf and demand that he be there any time you’re required to meet with him.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Yeah, ’cause Raf has time to add babysitter to his plate. He barely shits and sleeps as it is.” Marco growls in response, biting me hard enough on the shoulder to leave his teeth marks.
“Ow! Marco, what the fuck?” I giggle, looking down at the mark he’s left behind on my shoulder. It’s a perfectly straight row, bar one tooth poking out just a little further than the others.
“Just marking what’s mine.”
“At this rate I’m going to look like I was mauled by Edward Cullen,” I tease.
“This conversation is far from over, but for now we’ll agree that Avery will continue to drive you wherever you need to go, and you’ll always tell me times you’re meeting with him.
If for any reason the plans change, I need to know,” he demands.
“And no matter what that fucker tries to pull after what happened tonight, Vault Enterprises will get the security contract for the Law Gala.” An unreadable look passes over his face.
“I don’t trust anyone associated with Arty.
He’s bad news, and it’s only a matter of time before I can adequately do something about it.
“Oh, and one last thing. Will you attend the photography exhibition with me?” He emphasizes the first two words to show me he’s changing tack—asking and not commanding me, though as I discovered tonight, given the right situation, I love taking a command from Marco.
“Jeez, not asking for much,” I joke, turning in his arms and pressing myself against him.
Marco gives me a withering look. “I promise,” I say. “Yes and yes. Request granted.” He grips my ass and pulls me closer to him. My nipples pebble. His dick twitches in return.
I giggle at our horny teenage antics. “As much as we’re all down for round three, I’m absolutely starving!”
He places a chaste kiss to my forehead before leading me back into his bedroom. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get you dressed and reenergized. Then we’ll see about making good on your promise of round three.”
He grabs one of his soft white cotton t-shirts and dresses me. It smells like fresh laundry and the remnants of his crisp cologne. It swallows me and I feel like I’m drowning in the best way. Marveling at his work, he lets out a satisfied whistle. “I look good on you.”
Then he picks me up, fireman style, slaps my ass for good measure, and carts me off to the kitchen.