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“Did Brian talk to you about anything he might have found out that might be happening with my project?”  I ask him between hits, a little short of breath.

I throw a right upper cut and he barely feels it with the huge bag between him and my fist.

“Not much, bro, all he said is he thinks something’s not right.  He did say last time we spoke he was having lunch with someone to confirm your paperwork before he talked to you about anything.”  He’s pushing the bag back on me making me go into it a little harder.  I attack it like a bulldozer plowing down everything in its path. 

“Did he tell you who he was having lunch with?”  I growl it out between jabs, my frustration and intensity is heard in my words and felt in my hits.  I’m letting it flow through my hands like a powerful force exerting its strength on the object of its anger wanting to smash it and destroy it.

“No, Marco, he didn’t tell me.  But he did say it was someone who would give him a definitive answer on your paperwork.”  His voice is tight.  Even though he’s on the other side of the bag he can feel the rage pouring from me, one hit after the other in rapid fire succession.  One final punch and I lift my head up, the sweat is running down my face and body.

“I fucking hope so.”  It’s apparent I didn’t get it all out because he can still hear it in my voice.

“I do too, ‘cause I’d hate to be the one on the receiving end of that shit right there, brother, that’s going to be one fucked up individual.”

Turning my attention back to the bag, I start mauling it again, taking out all of my frustrations from whatever the fuck is going on with my applications with the city.  That feeling of foreboding is gnawing at me and it’s making me fucking crazy.

Elizabeth

I’m so aroused right now, I could kill Marco for making me wear these beaded thongs!  What the hell was I thinking?  I even contemplated going into Elsie’s bathroom and masturbating just to extinguish this need.  Every time I moved, breathed, even spoke the beads rubbed my lips, my clit, and my ass.  I just wanted to keep shifting in my seat so that I could cum.  If I didn’t think I would scream from the release, I would have.

Marco must know how on fire I am, he’s barely touched me since he picked me up at Elsie’s, just a flutter of his lips against mine, or a light stroke of his fingers down my spine.  Since we were in Adam & Eve around all the toys my sex has been pulsing at the suggestion of satisfaction brought on with all of the vibrators, dildos, restraints and other naughty things.  I have been wondering all evening what Marco’s going to do to me tonight and it sent anticipated jolts of excitement throughout my body.  When we got home we ordered Chinese food and he jumped right in the shower.  But the only thing I want going inside me right now is him!  And maybe one of those vibrators.  Fuck!  I’m going to die from horniness.  I’m not waiting.

Entering the bathroom I close the door quietly behind me.  I turn my head to see Marco standing in the shower with water droplets cascading down the perfection of his firm golden body, the muscles bulging bigger after his workout at the gym.  His fight for control is evident in his erection and the way he’s standing, both arms resting on the wall in front of him and his head bowed.  I stand quietly and just look at how beautiful he is.  The sight of his arousal fuels my desire, my insides coil and pull, making me gasp with the sight of his wanting me.  This man is a primal beast lurking within the beauty of his controlled façade.  The raw sensuality and power that pours from him is completely intoxicating, surrounding me, burning me, melting me so that all that is left is hungry desire yearning for his beast to take me. 

He turns to look at me as I begin to undress.  I still have the bustier on, I had to wear it to Elsie’s so I could try on my costume.  Pulling the sweater over my head I lay it on the floor.  Next, I slide down the loose pants I wore, nothing tight could have been worn over the beads or they would have killed me, and I place them on the floor with the top.  I reach to unzip the bustier releasing my breasts, and I let it fall to the floor.  Marco’s jaw is tight, his muscle flexing in his jaw shows his fight for restraint as he lifts his hand to me beckoning me to come to him.  I pull my hair up and clip the mass away from my neck.  I take his hand and come to stand in front of him under the waterfall.  He runs a finger down my shoulder, kissing me lightly after it leaves.  My head falls back and I sigh heavily.  A strangled growl rumbles from deep inside of his chest.

“I’ve wanted to see how wet you were all night,” he whispers.

My legs open at his words and he runs a finger along the beads making them vibrate against my clit.  I reach my hands up and dig my nails into his arms.

“Oh, God, Marco, please…,” I beg.  Just one more, please, and I’ll cum.

“I know, baby, I know,” his voice is compassionate and firm.  He runs a fingernail along the length of the beads resting on my pulsing sex, back and forth, three times the vibrations echo through me and finally I fall over the edge, release humming inside me.

I slid the thong down my legs and taking the length of his shaft in my hands I wrap the beads around him and begin to gently slide them up and down his length.

“Fuck, Elizabeth,” he growls out between clenched teeth and throws his head back, the tendons on the sides of his neck are bulging reflecting what’s going on inside of him. 

As my hand slides slowly up and down massaging him, I reach down and take his sacks in my palm and give them the attention they deserve.  I love the weight of them resting in my hand, the texture of his wrinkled skin against my smooth flesh, and I can’t resist the urge to fondle and squeeze them.

He grabs my hands and pulls them away, “That’s enough of that, if you keep that up I won’t last another five minutes.”

Taking the body wash he begins to lather my body from top to bottom slowly and deliberately, his fingers dipping into all of my creases and folds, his lips and tongue stroking my smooth skin.  His touch stirs the embers of my arousal, stoking them, bringing them higher and brighter.

Finally he turns off the water, “Time to get out, baby.”

He steps out first and gets us each a towel. 

As I stand there drying myself I look at the exquisite specimen of man standing before me tying the fat white towel low around his sculpted waist.  His eyes pierce into me with a promise of satisfaction saying, ‘bring me your hunger and I’ll feed you, I’ll quench your need more than you’d ever imagined.’  He extends his hand out to me and I take it, letting out a quiet breath because I know he’ll do just that.

When we get to the bed he removes our towels and tosses them on the chair in the corner, the lights are dim and the only sounds are the sounds of flesh on flesh, our breathing, and the pounding of our hearts.

Marco lifts me onto the bed and stretches his long muscular body over mine, his large hands travelling over all of my curves, mounds and dips.  His mouth savors my breasts, pulling and flicking the peaks until I almost shout out in pleasure.  Shifting his weight, he moves down between my legs and holds them open as far as they will go.  When his lips close over my clit and his tongue thrusts inside of me, the sensations are so magnified my need screams for fulfillment, throbbing and clenching inside of me.

He turns me over and lifts my ass in the air.  His fingers begin their dance over my sex, playing, stroking, and plunging inside of me.  His attention is so precise in my pussy I almost think he can feel my pleasure, how can he be this good?  He removes his hand and rests his torso flush against me and I feel his erection grazing my skin and everything inside of me instinctively clenches at that contact.  I hear a click then a thump on the floor before Marco’s hand returns to cup my mound.  His other hand comes to rest on my back hole with something soft and velvety – the lube.  My hips buck in reaction to the visions of penetration of my ass.  Marco’s hand tightens on my sex holding me in place.

“Sssshhh, baby, be still, it’s time for more, trust me.”  His voice is low and gravelly but soothing

Oh.  My.  God!  What is he going to put in there?  I press back into him, my desire strong but my trust in him stronger.

He slides a finger inside of me while another sits at the entrance of my ass, circling, teasing, and pressing in rhythm with the other.  I begin to rock with him, against him and I feel his finger pushing in, opening me up and another wave of hunger grabs me.  I meet the thrusts of his hand, going higher, that sweet headiness taking over me.  But I need more. 

I feel Marco shift again as his fingers slowly leave me and I’m empty and wanting.  I hear the click followed by the thump once more.  Then his cock pushes slowly into me, back and forth, stroking my walls, thrusting and filling me, carrying me on that wave and I moan with it, it feels so good. 

He buries himself deep inside of me and places a hand on my back holding me still.  And I feel it, the tip of something at the entrance of my ass.  Marco begins to move, rocking, thrusting, gently plunging.  Oooooh, yes, I can feel it, it’s sliding in, filling me, yes, moving with him entering me.  His movements become stronger, deeper, more intense.  I feel so full, so good, and I start to soar. 

In my head, ‘I’m saying ride me baby,’ clutching him tightly within me.

I hear a deep rumble come from Marco and it pushes me higher. 

“AAAAHHHH!!!”  The scream rips from me the moment he turned on the vibrator in my ass making me shatter.

“GGGRRRRR, ELIZABETH!!!” Marco pounds into me, cumming hard and fast.

My orgasm won’t stop, I ride it with Marco, fierce and all consuming.

“STOP, PLEASE!”  I can’t take it anymore.

The vibrations stop, he pulls it out slowly and we collapse, two bodies exhausted and spent crumpled together on the thick white comforter.

“Oh, my God, Marco…,” my voice is weak but totally satisfied.

“I know, baby, I felt the same way, unfuckingbelievable,” he breathes out with his arms tightly around me.

A small chuckle begins to leave me, and I feel Marco’s body begin to tremble with one as well before I hear it.  We’re both chuckling, then the laughter overcomes us as tears roll down our cheeks.

“Oh, wow, baby, that was intense,” he says as he’s trying to subdue his laughter.  “I’m going to get a towel, be right back, my love,” he says still chuckling as he kisses me on my forehead before he gets up to leave.

I hear the water running in the master bath as I stretch out and let the smile spread across my face and body.  Yes, my body is smiling, it’s glowing and it wants to dance the jig and I might have gotten up to do just that if my limbs weren’t made of Jell-O right now.  Marco returns with the warm cloth a minute later sitting down next to me to clean the lube and our juices oozing out of me.

“Marco?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Why do you always do this?”

He looks up into my face, his expression is so tender.

“It’s my job to take care of you, love.  And I enjoy taking care of you, now shush and let me do this.” 

Tonight I’m especially grateful for his attention, I am so spent I can hardly keep my eyes open, and a yawn creeps up on me with that thought just to prove the point.

“Sleep, my love,” Marco whispers in my ear.  “But dream of me,” is the last thing I hear as I drift off, smiling, feeling so much joy, adoration and affection for this beautifully amazing man sent to me by the grace of God. 

Marco

When I make love to Elizabeth it isn’t about sex.  Yes, of course that’s what we’re doing but it’s more like the sex is a means to open her up to expose her soul.  A way for me touch her essence, her being, a way for her true beauty to touch me and enfold me in its warmth and its grandeur, it’s celestial and I am humbled to more than a man when she takes me there.   And it is the only time when she is truly free with me.  I’m greedy and I have to possess it but I refuse to admit that I cannot truly have what is not given to me freely.  So I take it every time I make love to her.  It is then she gives me everything, everything that she is, all that she is unaware of, it flows from her endlessly and I luxuriate in it gluttonously. 

“Elizabeth, I want to take some pictures of you.”

I can see the shock in her face.  She is stunning in her afterglow of our passion and I want to capture it, savor it, preserve it and keep it.  I’m such a selfish man. 

“Why do you want to do that?  I hate pictures, Marco.” 

I can sense she’s withdrawing and getting behind her safety wall, the place where she hides herself.  I’m not going to let that happen.

“Because I want to capture your beauty, the beauty of your sensuality, your unmasked self.  You’re captivating Elizabeth, and if I can just get even a glimpse of that in the photo it would be a masterpiece.  One that I helped you to create in yourself.  Will you let me do that, Elizabeth?  Please.”

She’s silent thinking about my answer. 

We’re lying in my bed, it’s the middle of the day on Sunday and the sun is shining onto her flawless pale skin through the sheer panels hanging on the window behind my bed overlooking the river.  There is a faint horn from a boat heard in the distance mixing with the melody of the sea gulls.  The auburn highlights in her dark hair look like a hint of fire embers that are smoldering coming from within her.  Her hazel eyes have specks of gold on the outside and a hint of blue around the pupils, such a compilation, much like herself, so many different facets to the woman that she is.