Elsa
“Oh my God, Marcello,” I breath, squirming from under him. “What happened?”
I softly touch his body, as if trying to magically heal his injuries.
“I promise I’ll tell you everything, but not today. Okay? I need you to be well rested, fed, and above all-sober. You’re very thin, Elsa,” he says then, caressing my body, tightly wrapped in black fabric. “I’m getting the impression you’re not feeling too comfortable in those clothes.” He rolls me over to my belly.
Slowly, he starts unzipping the skirt.
“Marcello,” I murmur.
“Mmm,” he looks up at me.
“You know we are in my friend’s house, right?” I don’t think it is proper to go ahead and get nasty in someone’s house even if it is in the second bedroom.
“Does it matter?” he asks, absent mindedly kissing my neck.
“Yes, it does. I don’t think it is ethical,” fuck I wish it was.
“If I take you home, dolcezza, you are never going to leave,” he says, burying his face in mt hair and sniffing me. Do I want to ever leave, again? He starts pulling the skirt down my thighs.
“Marcello, please,” I beseech though I would also like for him to continue. He he gets distracted for a second, I sit up.
“Shit!” he curses getting up and reaching for his shirt.
“If you insist so much,” he says, buttoning up, “Let’s go to the nearest hotel.”
I know this has been a great mood killer but I would like to be somewhere where we can both be comfortable without overstepping boundaries. I text Rita to let her know that I have left. I know she is probably too drunk to ever she owns a phone.
Marcello drives to the hotel. There are no guards trailing us. Have we grown past the phase of insecurity?
When we enter, the hotel staff at the reception rushes to welcome him and he doesn’t bother asking for a reservation or anything of the kind at the counter. We just enter the elevator thereafter. That’s when I realise this must be one of his own.
We go up to the last floor, the ride in the elevator quite, as if he is drawing plans to make this night memorable. I am also looking forward to that.
Past the living area in the suite, to the bedroom, he throws me onto the bed and removes his shirt once again as if nothing ever happened.
He comes to me, and drowns me in kisses. One hand is busy unzipping my skirt.
He pulls it down my thighs, throwing it to the floor. He does the same with the top, and a moment later I am left only in my lace underwear.
Marcello watches me, unbuckling his belt. I study him as he did it, recalling the ? any times I had watched him do that and how it has not lost its charm over my body.
“This is a new set, isn’t it?” he asks, pulling off his pants and boxers. “I don’t like it. You should take it off.”
I keep my eyes my eyes on him, taking off my bra. For the first time, I see his manhood when it isn’t erect yet. His thick, heavy cock is s slowly rising as I get rid of my underwear. Even in this form, it is wonderful-I can’t stop thinking about how it will feel inside me.
Lying naked in bed, I lift my arms above my head in a gesture of submission.
“Come to me,” I say, spreading my legs.
Marcello snatches my foot out of the air and raises it to his lips, kissing my toes and slowly lowering himself to the mattress.
His tongue descends down my inner thigh, finally reaching the end. Marcello raises his eyes and shoots me a glance, buzzing with desire. His stare tells me this isn’t going to be one of those romantic nights.
“You’re mine,” he growls, sinking his tongue into me. He licks me greedily, reaching all the most sensitive spots. I writhe and squirm, knowing that my orgasm will come very soon.
“No, stop,” I say, putting my hands on his head. “Come here, come inside. I need to feel you.”
Without hesitation, Marcello obeys my order, sliding into me hard and fast, making both our bodies race together, like my heart is racing in my chest. He fucks me passionately, wrapping his arms around me tightly and kissing me deeply, taking my breath away.
He movements speed up, getting more ruthless and insistent. Marcello digs his fingers into my buttocks, painfully, and moans loudly. I can’t help myself and dig my heels into his buttocks, wanting to have more and more of him, immediately orgasming with incredible intensity. Wracked by spasms of ecstasy, all my muscles tighten, and I freeze. Marcello clutches his finger on my clit, driving me to my second orgasm. I come again with a loud cry as he pushes himself inside me faster and harder. Suddenly, a wave of ecstasy spreads through my body. I dig my nails into his back, moving them down, all the way to his buttocks, leaving trails of red. The pain I cause him is the final straw-his hot seed spills inside me. We come almost simultaneously. Tears pour down my cheeks. I am so relieved. This is really happening, I think, huddling against him.
“Hey, baby, what’s going on?” Marcello asks, getting off me.
I don’t want to talk about it. Not now. I only roll over, facing him, and hug him tightly, hiding in his arms. He strokes my hair and kisses the tears away until I fall asleep.
I wake up as rays of the sun penetrate the drapes, illuminating the room. With my eyes half-closed, I reached to the other side of the bed. He is s still there. I shoot a glance at him and… jump to my feet, screaming. The sheets are re all blood-spattered, and Marcello is deathly still.