He spread my legs wider and ran his length up and down my wet opening. My breath began to stutter as I coated him. He wasn't even in me and I was already feeling like I was about to pass out. Will he even fit? Well, if a woman is able to pop a human out, I don't see why he wouldn't.
His mouth found mine again and he kissed me. This time soft and gentle. "I love you." he whispered hoarsely as he pounded into me slowly, before picking up his pace. I instantly clenched around him.
He was so big. So thick. And so much.
The rhythm he was slamming into me over and over again brought me back to six years ago. I dug my teeth in Marco's chiseled body trying to stop the sound that threatened to come out of my mouth.
I screamed and cried as he slide all the way out and pounded back in me. "Ah fuck, daddy!"
"Daddy!" I cried out as the hot stranger kept hitting all the right places. The way he moved in me. Rough yet gentle. Sweat was glistening on his forehead as he leaned in and captured my lips. "I love you, pudding." he whispered as he kept thrusting in me hard and fast.
I was back to reality when I felt my orgasm hitting me. I screamed and clawed my nails down his back as my orgasm drove me to the brink of insanity.
And it went like that all night long. I was tired, but I couldn't get enough.
Second orgasm.
Third.
At this point I was already so weak and I knew I was going to pass out. I was panting heavily, my legs were jelly, and I knew I will be walking limp for at least a week.
When my fourth orgasm hit me, I was done. The moment he pulled out, I immediately passed out. I was totally spent for tonight.
Breathless. Exhausted. And satisfied.
Just like six years ago.
Jillian Malik P.O.V
I let out a loud yawn and opened my eyes slowly. My body was wrapped in white bed sheets and my legs felt so sore. I let out a painful groan when I tried to move to my right to wake Marco up. Ugh, this is what you get when you haven't got a good dick in a long time I scolded myself. I let out a loud gasp as I felt Marco's side of the bed empty. I immediately sat straight up and scanned the room. It was still messy from last night. My lingerie was still in pieces next to the main door.
This felt like deja vu.
I covered my face as I recalled last night. The way he kissed me, the words he said to me, and the way we made love was exactly how it happened six years ago. Was it Marco or is just coincidence?
My head started to spin as I was trying to figure this out. I woke up to an empty bed, the same exact thing happened six years ago too.
I opened my eyes and groaned. The soreness between my legs made it impossible for me to immediately stand up. My eyes went to the right side of the bed, only to find it empty. I felt a painful jab in my heart. I thought we were making love. I thought he had said 'I love you.' But I guess when the morning came, he realized his mistake. After all, it was just a one night stand. No feelings involved. But why do I feel like my heart is shattering into tiny pieces?
I shook my head wildly when a burning smell entered my nostrils. Shit, is the yacht on fire? I grabbed the white shirt that was under the bed and threw it over my head. It didn't even cover my whole butt, but now is not the time to look for shorts. Talking about shorts, I was wearing Calvin Klein mens boxers. How did I ended up in these? And where the hell is Marco bytheway?
I limped my way out of the room and the smell led me to the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen the strong smell of burned eggs greeted me. Marco was running from the stove to the sink to stop the fire, that somehow reached the curtains. When the fire finally extinguished, he turned around and look at me sheepishly. "Sorry, I was just trying to be romantic."
I chuckled and made my way towards him. "Really? By putting the yacht on fire?" He pulled me towards his bare chest and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I was trying to make breakfast, but oh well. Good morning pudding. Have you slept well?"
I nodded and buried my face in the crook of his neck. "Yeah, I did. I'm just sore." I looked up at him and asked: "Did I pass out?"
He smirked and winked at me. A typical Vasilios thing to do. "You did. The dick was that good huh?"
My cheeks flamed up. "Oh god." I covered my face with my hand and Marco bursted out laughing. "Don't be embarrassed, at least you can brag to your friends that your boyfriend's dick can let you see heaven."
"Vasilios!" I playfully pushed him away and walked to the fridge to get a drink. I am so not having this conversation with him. I bent over to grab the lemonade and when I turned around Marco's big boy was standing up pointing at my direction.
I let out a loud groan and ignored it as I walked passed him to get a glass. "You better get rid of your boner. I can barely walk right now."
"Pudding." He whined, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. "One round?"
"Nope, we all know that one round leads into five." I poured lemonade in the glass and took a big gulp of it. I didn't realize I was so thirsty. Probably from all the screaming last night.
"Blowjob?"
I shook my head.
"Handjob?"
I turned around and placed my hands on my waist. "No, I'm still tired. Maybe tonight."
His eyes lit up when I said the last part. "Tonight? Oh hell yeah."
I rolled my eyes at his excitement. "Don't get too excited. I can still change my mind."
"You better not. Anyway, can you change into something else?"
"Why?" I asked, looking down at the white shirt I was wearing. It was big and short for me and that's when I realized it was Marco's shirt. The one he wore the night before.