Violet
He didn't say it.
I don't know what I expected—what I was hoping for, exactly. Maybe I thought that moment, with everything stripped bare between us, would be the one where he let the words out, where he'd finally let me in. But he didn't. And I can't decide if it hurts more than it should, or less than I feared.
Marcello gives me so much—his body, his loyalty, his protection. His time, even when I know he has a hundred other fires to put out. And yet… there's still a locked door in him, one he guards like a dragon over its hoard. I don't have the key. Not yet.
Still, I said yes.
I said yes to his proposal, to the ring that now sits heavy on my finger and even heavier on my heart. I said yes to a future I can't fully see and a man I don't fully understand—but want to.
I want him.
Even if he can't say those words, even if some damaged part of him is too afraid to try, I can feel it in the way he looks at me. The way he holds me like I'm breakable and sacred all at once. It's not enough… but it's not nothing.
There are so many things we need to talk about, mostly what he was about to tell me before Alejandro interrupted us, but right now, it's only about him and me.
"I've been wanting to do this right since the first time," Marcello mumbles between kisses and picks me up to carry me into his bedroom.
"Hmm," I snuggle into his chest and press a kiss against his stubble. God, I love a light stubble on a man, and Marcello's is black and coarse and hard. It turns me on almost as much as the man himself.
He stands me up by the foot of the bed, then lifts the shirt off me, "I like seeing you in my clothes," he says hoarsely, "but even more without them. Fuck, look at you. You're a fucking vision."
His eyes roam my naked body, making me feel like a goddess, the way his pupils dilate and his lips curve up.
There's hunger written all over his striking features.
"I could devour you right now. Every fucking inch of you is perfect.
" At this moment, I don't even care that I'm standing completely naked in front of him, while he's still dressed like he's going to the office.
Not a fold is out of place on his three-piece dark suit.
No, if anything, it makes me feel desired and powerful.
"You are fucking perfect," he rasps. "This is fucking perfection.
I can't wait to taste you, to feel you, to fucking own all of you.
" He cups one of my breasts, raising a tingling sensation inside me that flutters through my entire body like an electrical current.
Priming nerve endings and igniting a low-burning flame in my belly.
The way he is holding my breast, slightly kneading it, is nearly reverential.
His thumb moves back and forth over my nipple, and the sensation is so intense, I take a sharp inhale.
"You like that, don't you? Your body is so fucking responsive.
I can't wait to see how you react when I fuck you with my tongue. "
"I'm going to explore every fucking inch of you tonight.
I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name and then some more.
I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll see stars.
" His voice is hoarse and thick. It creates tremors inside me that ignite a small, throbbing pulse in my clit, which in turn drives another rush of desire through me.
He leans forward and sucks the stiff nipple into his mouth.
My legs weaken, and my hands shoot up to his hard biceps for leverage.
His tongue darts around the bud, he sucks on it, and the low burning fire turns hotter.
His free hand begins to play with my other breast; he plucks on my nipple there, eliciting another low hiss of pleasure from me.
"Your tits are fucking perfect. I could suck on them all day. "
"Just the right size," he says, letting go of my breast and pressing me down on the edge of the bed until I'm sitting. "Let me see that hot little pussy of yours. I want to see how wet you are for me."
My heart pounds inside my chest, but there is no hesitation or embarrassment when I open my legs for him.
His expression turns to that of a starving man seeing a buffet, making my self-confidence soar to unknown heights.
"So fucking beautiful. Your pussy is glistening, all ready for me. I can't wait to taste you."
He falls to his knees, gently pressing my legs apart. "You're artwork. You're perfection. This pussy is mine. Say it."
"It's yours," I reply in a low voice. "It's all yours."
"Fuck yes, it is. And I'm going to fucking devour it.
" He leans forward, and quivers rake my body in anticipation.
No man has ever done this for me before.
Scott was… well, Scott. And the two other guys before him were just fumbling high school boys.
Marcello is a man. A man who always knows exactly what to do, and I'm pretty sure that includes knowing how to please a woman.
And the way he talks… it's dirty… nobody has ever talked to me like this, and it's so fucking hot!
His breath is on me, filled with a promise that ignites more fire in my belly and sends an ache through my pussy that is hard to describe. "I can smell your arousal. It's fucking intoxicating."
A lick. So quick, it's like merely a dream. Then another, deeper, longer. I catch myself holding my breath while trying to absorb each sensation he creates.
"Ambrosia," he moans. "This is a goddess' nectar. I could fucking live off your taste." Coming from any other man, I might have laughed. Coming from him, it's not only hot, but it makes me feel sexy and wanted.
His tongue finds my clit, and my eyes roll back. As does my torso—well, it falls back on the bed, barely supported by my elbows. This… this is the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me. Not even Vibes can compare to the stirring of lust he creates inside me.
"Your clit is so fucking hard. I just love how your body responds to me." His hands hold on to my thighs, while he licks and sucks on me, lapping my juices like they really are the most delicious thing in the world. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you out all day."
He inserts a finger, then two, three, and I see stars. My breaths are coming out in pants now, mixed with sharp, sucking inhales every time he creates an extra overpowering wave of pleasure. He curls his fingers, and a small cry escapes me.
"Come for me, beautiful. I want to feel your pussy clench around my fingers," he demands.
I raise my head and see him watching me now as his fingers move up and down inside me, finding that spot, that good spot, the one that sends more surges of bliss through me. His face becomes hazy, my legs tighten around him, and my back arches.
"That's it, tesoro. That's it. Let go. Come all over my fingers." He coaxes, just as a wave of the most intense pleasure consumes me from the inside out. My toes curl, I take a deep inhale and scream his name, "Marcello!"
Panting, I fall back. My heart is hammering like a drummer on speed during the last crescendo of a song.
My entire body hums while I watch him slowly come off the floor.
He sticks his fingers into his mouth, sucking, and another hiss escapes me.
I'm riding the ebbing waves of the most intense orgasm of my life—including self-induced.
"You taste so fucking good. I could get addicted to your taste."
He begins to work on his cufflinks, and I swallow, watching him as intently as he watched me. "You're beautiful when you come," he says, placing the cufflinks on a side table. Then he works on the buttons on his vest, discards it, and turns his hands to his shirt.
With trembling legs, I rise from the bed, "Let me," I say, grabbing his unbuttoned shirt and moving it to the side.
"Talking about beautiful," I say, kissing his hard chest.
He grabs my hair at the back of my head and pulls until I let go and look up at him.
His lips descend on mine in a hard kiss.
His tongue enters me like an invading army, and once again, I'm forced to hold on to his strong biceps to keep on my feet.
"I can't wait to fuck you. I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock. "
When I am sure I can stand on my feet, I move my hands down to his belt, undo the buckle, pull it through the loops, and toss it to the ground. My hands find the length of his hard dick through his pants, and it's his turn to let out a hissing exhale. "Fuck, your hands feel good on me."
I open his pants and pull them down, but then his hands are underneath my armpits, and he lifts me off the ground. Effortlessly, he throws me on the bed, "Behave. I need to be inside you now."
I laugh. It's throaty and entirely alien to me.
He steps out of his shoes and slacks, then lifts his legs to take off the socks, a movement that makes most men look ridiculous.
Not him. His balance is like all the rest of him, perfectly controlled.
Last come his briefs, freeing his beautiful cock, which jumps free, proud and full and large, bouncing against his abs.
"Look at you, so fucking ready for me. I can't wait to bury myself inside you. "
Using my elbows, I crawl backward on the bed as he advances, his eyes glued to mine. His hand moves around me to the small of my back and positions me. "Mine. This pussy is mine. Say it again."
"Yours," I submit as he moves in between my legs. My hips rise in surrender and anticipation. "I'm all yours, Marcello."
He takes his cock into his hand and strokes it a few times, restoking my desire.
His free hand moves through my folds, before he takes my slickness and spreads it over his dick.
My chest is heaving with desire now. That move is so fucking hot, little aches move up and down my walls.
"Look at you, so fucking wet for me. I can't wait to be inside you. "
The head of his dick teases my entrance, and I let out a low moan, ready for him.
Slowly, so infuriatingly slowly, he enters me, conquering inch by surrendering inch.
When he's fully in, he freezes a moment before pulling back and rocking inside me so hard that I let out a loud moan.
"Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight. "
My legs move up, scissoring around his hips as he increases his speed.
He uses his elbows to keep most of his weight off me, while his hands cradle my face, making me feel cherished and safe.
"Mine," he says, before his head lowers and our foreheads meet.
Our breaths mingle. "You're so fucking tight! I love how your pussy grips my cock."
"Marcello," I warn, sensing I'm already close again.
"Come for me, tesoro," he encourages. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."
And I do. I come all around him, feel his hot length inside me, feel it pulsing until there is nothing but the waves of pleasure crushing over me once again, taking me under and filling me with the sweetest bliss. "That's it, beautiful. Come for me. Milk my cock."
He's not done, though. Not by a long shot.
He gives me a second or two to catch my breath, to calm my heartbeat, before he takes my thigh and throws it around, forcing me onto my stomach without ever pulling out of me.
His hands grab my hips, move them up, then they cup my ass.
"Fuck, your ass is perfect. I can't wait to fuck it too.
" I had no idea how erogenous it could be having it massaged like this.
He grabs my hips again and begins to move them up and down his cock.
He's using my body to jerk himself off, and that is the hottest fucking thing that has ever happened to me. I groan.
"Look at you, taking my cock so well. You're fucking made for me."
This position allows him to enter me deeper, from another angle, and he hits just the right spot.
Over and over. A whimper escapes me as my already sensitive flesh is brought to the brink of another climax.
I would have never thought I could come twice in one night, let alone three times, but here I am, riding the precipice, while I listen to his praise between heavy breaths.
"You're so hot. So fucking wet for me. I love how your pussy responds to me. "
I lack the energy to move my body; it's all him at this point.
He moves me up and down, until I see stars once again.
"Violet!" He roars and stiffens above and inside me.
I feel his dick jerk as he too comes, filling me with his seed.
"Fuck, I can feel you milking my cock. You're fucking perfect.
" Exhausted, my body melts into the sheets, boneless and raw.
Every nerve feels singed, every breath like a prayer.
Marcello collapses beside me, pulling me into the curve of his body, and I let him.
I bury my face against his chest, his scent—dark spice and sweat and him—wrapping around me like a spell I don't want to break.
Neither of us speaks. There's only the sound of our heartbeats, tangled together in the hush of the room. After a few moments cradled next to his heated skin, my world slowly begins to drift. My eyelids grow heavy, lulled by his breathing. My mind floats.
Somewhere between one breath and the next, I fall.