Chapter 19
“You ready?” Marcus joins me on the deck of the house we’re renting for the weekend. He’s got an extra blanket draped over his arm, and he’s holding a flashlight, too.
I grin from where I’m already lounging on the air mattress that we set up with pillows and blankets. “Definitely.”
He flips off the deck’s light, bathing us in near-darkness. The flashlight’s beam is strong, and he uses it to make his way over to me before lowering himself onto the mattress. “You’re gonna love this.”
It’s been six months since I moved down to Florida. Life has been a whirlwind since. My consulting business took off the moment I got here, thanks to Marcus’s connections—Char’s and Lori’s, too. It was stressful at first, but Marcus supported me every step of the way, and now that I’ve hired help, my workload is much more manageable.
Marcus promised me that once things settled down, he’d take me out here, and I think he might be more excited than I am. Any time I’ve brought it up, his eyes get this sparkle to them. It’s almost a childlike wonder, and I find it endearing.
Once we’re both settled onto our backs on the mattress, Marcus clicks off the flashlight. His hand finds mine under the blankets. “Give your eyes a minute to adjust.”
“There are already so many of them,” I say, gazing up at the glittering sky. The house is in the middle of nowhere, far away from light pollution, so it’s just us and the big, open sky.
He chuckles. “Yeah, but it gets better.”
And it does. The longer I stare upward, the more stars I see. It’s more beautiful than any pictures I’ve ever seen.
“Look to your left,” Marcus says softly.
I do, and I gasp. There, sprouting up from the trees, is the Milky Way. I sit up with an excited squeal. “Oh my god, Marcus! It’s beautiful!”
“Mmhmm.” Sitting up, he pulls my back into his front and presses his face into my neck. His arms come around my body, anchoring me to him.
“If I’d known it was this pretty, I would’ve done this ages ago.”
“I’m glad you’re doing it with me.”
One of my hands trails down Marcus’s arm, coasting over his bracelet and the back of his hand. I try to intertwine my fingers with his, but he’s holding something, which makes it difficult. Something hard with a soft, velvety exterior.
My stomach flips. “What’s that?”
“You weren’t supposed to notice yet,” he says, but he doesn’t sound disappointed. “Liliana, you’ve brought so much into my life over the past six months. You’ve filled up the empty space in my heart. You’ve made home feel like a place I want to be again instead of something I need to escape. I want things to stay that way. I want to keep building a life with you and hold you close until the day we die. Marry me, Liliana.”
“Marcus,” I whisper as he opens the box and slips the ring onto my finger. It fits snugly, not too tight but not loose enough that I’m worried it’ll fall off. I can barely see it in the low light. “Where’s the flashlight?” I feel around for it. “I want to get a better look.”
He must’ve known that’s what I was going to want because he clicks it on instantly.
Tears fill my eyes as I look at the pear-shaped sapphire surrounded by tiny silver leaves. “It’s exactly what I wanted. Oh, Marcus, it’s beautiful.”
“Lori and Char helped me,” he confesses. “I wanted to make sure it was perfect.”
“It is,” I whisper.
“So, uh…” He chuckles. “Does that mean you say yes? Because you haven’t actually said—”
“Obviously I say yes!” I tackle him onto the mattress and press my lips to his. I’m crying and laughing at the same time, all while trying to kiss him, and eventually I settle for a tight hug. “I love you, Marcus.”
“I love you, too, little star.” His voice is tight, and he sniffles.
Pulling back, I cup his cheek. “Are you all right?”
“Just happy you said yes.” I can barely make out his smile, and his tears glisten in the starlight. “Get back down here.”
When he tugs me down, I don’t resist. He kisses me, our tears falling together as he holds the back of my head. With Marcus’s body underneath me, his arms encircling me, and the starlit sky above us, my heart is full. This man is everything to me.
Everything.
“Liliana,” Marcus murmurs.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he deepens the kiss, morphing it into something that has heat curling low in my stomach. His tongue slips into my mouth, gently stroking, and I roll my hips into his almost automatically. His dick is just beginning to harden, and one of my hands slides in between us so I can rub him through his pants.
We stay like that, pressing our bodies into each other and doing everything we can to get closer, closer, closer. It’s not until our tears are dry and my panties are soaked that Marcus finally makes a move. I could’ve first, but I like it when he takes over, and he likes it when I wait.
So when me pushes me onto the mattress so I’m on my side, I’m nothing short of compliant. He comes up behind me, one arm propping himself up and the other sliding down my body. His touch sends a shudder of anticipation through me as I spread my legs for him.
“This is what you want?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper as he kisses my temple tenderly.
“Please,” I whisper back.
His hand dips below the waistband of my shorts, teasing the lacy edge of my panties before he slips beneath those, too. When his fingers slide over my pussy, he groans. “So wet. You want me to fuck you under the stars, don’t you? Is that what has you so turned on?”
I grind against his hand and nod, touching the ring on my finger. It’s not just that he brought me out here to see the stars for the first time that has me so wet. It’s also him. Us. I’ve settled into my life with Marcus, but getting to be his wife? I’ve never felt more special in my life.
“Use your words, beautiful.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please, Marcus. I want you.”
“You’ve got me.” With his lips against my neck, he strokes my clit in just the way I like.
I melt into him and close my eyes. Everything just feels so… right with the world. It’s a stark contrast to how I felt before I let myself get with Marcus, and I think that means something. I’ve never cared this deeply about someone in my life, and I doubt I ever will again.
Marcus pulls his hand away, and just as I’m about to protest, his fingers brush against my lips. “Taste yourself, little star. Taste how badly you need me.”
I suck my arousal off his fingers, making sure to get every last drop. The musky, tangy taste coats my tongue, and once I’m finished, Marcus tilts my head toward him. His mouth meets mine in a hungry kiss that makes my stomach do a little backflip.
“More,” I tell him, my lips brushing his as I guide his hand back into my shorts.
“That’s my girl. Taking what she wants from me.”
He goes back to circling my clit, setting a pace that’ll have me coming in no time. But I know better than to think it’ll actually happen. He won’t let me come—not yet, anyway.
Over the last six months, Marcus has thoroughly explored my body. Something he’s loved doing since the very beginning is edging me until I’m about to lose my mind and then shoving me into a mind-blowing orgasm that tends to leave me delirious from the pleasure.
Pretty quickly, I learned that when he does that, it flips some kind of switch in my body. If he gets me worked up enough, then he can make me come as many times as he wants, usually pretty quickly—not that he ever lets it happen fast.
This time is no different. Marcus builds the tension in my body to its highest point, stopping his movements just in time to keep me from coming. It took some getting used to, but now I crave it. I like not being in control of my orgasms, and while I wouldn’t give that power to just anyone, I surrendered it to Marcus months ago.
I have no plans to take it back.
Four more times, Marcus gets me to the point where I’m almost falling, only to gently pull me back. Despite the cool night air and the fact that we aren’t under the blankets we brought out, I’m covered in a light layer of sweat. This time, Marcus keeps me close to the edge, so close that I’m sure he’s about to let me come.
My body clenches, and just as I’m about to explode, Marcus slows his finger to a stop. I choke on a gasp as the sensations fade, my body teetering on the precipice for a split second before relaxing.
“God, I love toying with you like this.” Marcus slips a finger inside me, chuckling at my pitiful whimper. “You can’t get enough of it, can you? Of me doing whatever the fuck I want to you and making you take it.”
I bite my lip to stop myself from begging. No matter how badly I want to come, he’s right. I don’t want anything else but the way he touches me.
“You just keep getting wetter and wetter. Can’t get enough, can you?”
“I never will,” I say, turning so I can kiss him again. I’m basically on my back now, looking up at him through the darkness. I can’t really see him, just the outline of his silhouette against the backdrop of the stars behind him. “I’ll always want more of you.”
This time, when our lips meet, I let out a small sigh of contentment. Marcus brings a single finger back to my clit, reviving the near-orgasm that he always keeps from dying out completely. This time, when he works me up, he doesn’t slow down or stop. He keeps moving at the exact same pace while I gasp for air, his finger pulling my body tight.
When the orgasm hits, it’s like a lighting strike, cracking me wide open and searing through me. A scream forces its way past my lips as my body spasms under Marcus’s hands. He doesn’t stop, adjusting himself so he can plunge three fingers inside of me and still work my clit with his thumb.
“Marcus,” I cry. It’s all too much—too intense. I try to squirm away, but he keeps me firmly in place.
“Uh-uh, I know you can handle it. Now be a good girl and let me take care of you.”
I cry out again, a useless protest. When he wants me to have an orgasm, I’ve got little choice in the matter. I could back out if I really needed to, but I like seeing how far he can push my body. So I lean into him while he works me from one orgasm right into another.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice deep with satisfaction. “Come again. I want you nice and ready for me before I fuck you.”
I’m not sure if it’s his voice, the promise of his dick inside me, or his expert fingers rubbing against my clit, but I come again, still not fully recovered from the first. It takes me by surprise, like wearing a blindfold on a roller coaster and not knowing when the big drop is coming.
Marcus doesn’t let me rest for more than a few seconds. He drags a finger through my arousal, the sound of it loud in the stillness of the night. He takes it easy on my clit at first, building me up before letting me fall again.
This round, he takes his time, whispering words of praise in my ear. He does it again and again and again, so many times that I lose track of everything—where we are, how much time has passed, how many times I’ve come tonight. The only things I’m fully aware of are the weight of his ring on my finger and the fact that we’re here together.
It’s not until Marcus finally pulls his hand away that I blink up at the sky, my mind registering the stars for the first time in what feels like hours. I’m shaking and well past sated, yet somehow my body still wants more. I crave to be filled, to feel his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of me.
But that’s not the only thing I want.
I give myself a minute to recover, and Marcus strokes my hair while I catch my breath. I’m quivering, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to hold myself up, but I want to try. Marcus is nowhere near done with me—that I know for sure—and I want to make his pleasure last for as long as possible.
So once my pulse has calmed to a reasonable rate, I push Marcus onto his back and yank his pants down his legs. Once they’re off, I shimmy out of my clothes, tossing them to the side.
“What’re you doing, Liliana?” he asks.
Crawling on top of him, I position myself so my pussy is hovering right over his face and his dick is inches from my mouth. I know better than to think he’ll let all the attention be on him, so this is my compromise—one I’ve been looking forward to all day.
“Is this what you want?” He takes hold of my hips, adjusting me to his liking. “You want to suck my cock while I lick this pretty pussy until you come?”
Moaning in response, I take his dick in my hand and close my lips around the head. He’s hard, and there’s already a drop of precum leaking from the tip. The salty taste cuts through the haziness in my mind, driving me to slide more of Marcus’s cock into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
“That’s it. Take me deeper, little star. Every fucking inch.”
I relax my throat and do as he says, taking in all of Marcus’s cock. While I do, he licks my clit. I’m so sensitive that the light touch makes me jump, and Marcus tightens his hold on my hips so I can’t move away.
My body is shaking from the number of orgasms he’s pulled out of me, but I don’t stop. When we’re like this, Marcus only has one goal: pleasing me. It’s what he wants—what he likes—but I like pleasing him, too. He may only be able to come once, but I always want to make it as good for him as he makes it for me.
So I wrap my lips around him and suck, running my tongue along his length as I move my head up and down. He circles my clit gently, probably not wanting to overstimulate me too much.
My arms feel like they’ll give out at any second, and it’s hard to concentrate on Marcus’s cock with the way he’s sucking on my clit. I’m not ready to be done yet, though. I love the feel of his dick in my mouth, and I love the groans I’m pulling out of him even more.
Marcus’s hold on my hips tightens, and he flattens his tongue against my pussy, licking slowly. It feels amazing, especially when he finishes and starts sucking again. I can feel that familiar tension building in my lower stomach for what’s probably the thousandth time tonight. It threatens to overtake me before I’m ready. There’s no way I can handle another orgasm yet.
Lifting my head, I gasp out, “Marcus, I need more time.”
He pulls away instantly, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. The tension floods out of my body, and I close my eyes in relief. No matter how good he feels, I just can’t take it yet.
With Marcus taking a break, I’m able to focus on him better. I cup his balls while I bob my head up and down. When I squeeze them gently, he grunts.
“Liliana,” he grits out. “You know what that does to me.”
I squeeze them again, teasing his cock with my tongue.
Within seconds, Marcus lifts me off him. He tosses me onto the mattress, and the moment I land on my back, he yanks my legs open. “I’m not coming until I’m deep inside you, you understand? I’ve been dreaming of fucking you all day.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I reach in between us and stroke his cock.
He crawls in between my legs, staying up on his knees, but then he stops. “You’re ready? If you need more time—”
“For this, yes.”
I guide him inside me, and once he’s seated all the way, he pauses and lets out a quiet moan. “Heaven, Liliana. You feel like heaven.”
He starts off slow, and I relish in the feel of him moving in and out of me. With each thrust, he adds a little more force, and I grab at his hips to egg him on. I need this—need him to fuck me with everything he’s got.
“Harder,” I moan. “Please, Marcus.”
He obliges, and I cry out. The angle is already perfect, and the added pressure against my g-spot every time he drives into me is almost enough to make me come from this alone.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his hand drifting toward my pussy. “I want you to come like this, Liliana. You can give me one more. I know you can.”
“How… how many?” I ask, trying and failing to clear the fog from my mind. Normally he makes me keep count, but if he asked me to today, I was too out of it to notice. I have no idea how many times I’ve already come.
“One more,” he says again.
I accept that I’m not going to get my answer and nod before remembering he can’t see me well enough. “Yes,” I answer, my voice weak. “One… one more.”
His thumb presses against my clit, and I whimper at the sensation. I grab at his arms, not sure if I’m trying to push him away or keep him close. It’s so overwhelmingly good that more tears fill my eyes.
“Marcus, Marcus oh fuck—”
“You’re doing so well for me,” he says. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.”
“I’m gonna come,” I choke out, my fingernails digging into his arms.
“That’s it. I told you that you could handle one more. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
He’s slamming into me harder now, his voice tight, and it’s all it takes for me to succumb to the wave threatening to crash over me. I come on a silent scream, heat ripping through me. Marcus’s thrusts are ceaseless, his thumb on my clit stroking lighter now, stretching my orgasm out as far as my body will allow.
When he finally lets up, tears are streaming down my face, and I feel like I’m floating. If it weren’t for the fact that Marcus is still fucking me, the sensations of his dick inside me keeping me grounded, I don’t think I’d be able to determine what’s real and what’s not.
“Marcus,” I mumble, unsure of why I say his name. My fingertips brush down his arms, and then I’m tugging him down until he’s on top of me.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, leaving a line of kisses up my neck. “Just relax, little star.”
I cling to him, lost in the feeling of his skin on mine and the scent of teakwood and spice filling my lungs. When he comes, his body tenses, and he groans out my name. I love it when he says it like this—when I’m all he can think about while he’s in the middle of an orgasm.
God, I love him so much.
Once he’s finished, Marcus stays inside of me for a minute, his face buried in my neck. When he pulls out, he collapses onto the mattress and pulls me into his arms. “That’s a new record for you,” he says, his tone lazy and proud.
“It was?”
“Sixteen. That’s two more than last time.”
Oh my god.No wonder my limbs feel like jelly.
“C’mere.”
Marcus cups my jaw with his hand, tilting my face so he can kiss me. His lips move against mine gently, and I wrap my arm around him to tug him even closer. As we both sink into a sleepy, relaxed state, his fingers brush against my star tattoo, and I smile against his mouth.
All those months ago when I showed up at his house, I’d forgotten about my promise to myself. I was chasing some of my dreams, but I was settling for a man who always put me last.
Marcus changed that. He’s slowly helped me build my confidence back up to where it used to be. His love and care for me have only deepened as we’ve spent more time together, and it’s restored parts of me that were worn down and neglected.
We’ve restored each other,I realize.
And now, I know what I’m worth—that I am enough, and that I deserve every ounce of Marcus’s love. Never less.
THE END.