Zoey p. o. v
I didn’t wake up from the birds chirping in the distance, not from the ray of sun peeking at me for the window blinds. I also didn’t wake up from the sound of the sea clashing against the shore and receding, I did wake up in pleasure.
“Mm mm” I muffled.
I was getting pleasured from sleep, it was intense. I squirm around trying to contain the unmeasurable pleasure, Marco is in between my thighs doing what he does best to me.
“God.” I jolt, beating my lower lip in an attempt to hold it in. An electric spark flashes through me, my Virginal clutching tightly, as of the rest of my organs.
I was close, but Marco was yet to finish his work. He shoves not just his tongue inside me, he also plugged two fingers into me. His movements were fast and rough, showing no mercy on me.
My breaths were labored, my chest rise and fall faster than I can process. He gave me one final screw by flicking on my clit with his free finger, the tingling sensation spread to my brain. My eyes rolled back, my teeth jammed against each other and my legs closed around his head, pushing him more into me.
“Marco….” I moan loudly, I couldn’t hold it anymore.
I came crashing down, the orgasm shook my entire being as I rode to my release. Marco continued drinking me in until he had every drop, I went limb on the bed, exhausted but satisfied.
I slowly float back from cloud nine, although I was still short of breath. I mean, that was a mind-blowing ride.
“Good morning, baby.” Marco came up to me, smirking and licking his lips greedily.
Good morning? As if he didn’t almost suck the life out of me a few seconds away, this man would definitely be the death of me.
“That is one hell of a way to wake someone up in the morning.” I grinned cheekily.
I mean, I got pleasure before I start my day, my day couldn’t get any better.
“You like it?” He pecked me on the lips, I can taste my cum in his lips. He moved his lips from my mouth to my chest area, peppering feather kisses on them.
“No, I love it.” He chuckled before capturing my nipple in his mouth.
“I should do that more often than.” Marco slurred seductively, moving to my other boobs. He sucks on it, twerk my hard nipples with tongue, I ache my back-up.
Goosebumps spreads over me again, he wrap one hand around my waist bringing us glued together. His other hand trail my thigh then spread my legs apart, his fingers toyed with my clit for a while, surprised at how wet I am again for him.
I felt the tip of his rock-hard cock at my entrance, Marco rub his cock on my entrance teasing and making me impatient.
“Now I need my most favorite meal.” He mumbled breathlessly in me hear, he thrust all the way in until I accommodate him completely.
“Fuck.” I gasped in shock. ok, stretched so wide it burns. I bury my face into Marco’s neck, and try to catch my breath.
I relax as my body accepted him and the pleasure kicks in fully.
“Jesus fuck.” I heard Marco grunt. His harsh panting is the only sound in this room louder than me. “So fucking tight, always tight for me.”
Yes, even after years of having sex and birthing a child, I’m shocked to realize my walls were still clutch around him every time we have sex.
It’s a wonder that still amaze me.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take me just like that, baby.” Marco approves in a husky voice. He slides out and slams back in, eliciting groans from both of us.
He is not pounding into me, which I appreciate. Instead, he moves with controlled strokes, I was already teetering on the edge of an orgasm and the way he’s fucking me is sending my body back over that edge.
“Oh, fuck.” I moan when he rolls his hips, hitting a sensitive spot that made my knees buckled. If I wasn’t laying on the bed, I’d have fell. “Marco!”
“Louder, don’t ever fuck forget that I’m the only one who can do this to you.” I moan again, loudly.
He went faster, gradually, his thrusts became shorter and harder, my walls tighten all over.
“Oh!” I curl my fingers into the bedsheets, tugging on it. “Please, please, Marco. Oh, yes! Harder.” He complied with my request, he didn’t go any faster than before, but he hits me harder that I lost my breath on his each stroke.
My toes curl when the familiar sensation of an orgasm breaks through and rocks me.
“Oh My God!” I cried, my orgasm hits me hard. I’m shaking all over unable to stop trembling.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Marco jerks his hips into me one last time, and then I feel warmer as he fills me with his cum.
He thrusts a few times and kept his hips pressed against mine. He groans deep in his throat, “God dammit.”
We stayed glued against each other, catching our breath, he is as breathless as I was. I feel his weight disappeared, only for me to be flipped. Now I’m the one laying on top of him.
“That was wonderful.” I commented.
“My sweet wife,” He kissed my head. “I can’t get enough of you.” He murmurs, holding me tighter.
I’m glad I got married to this man, he makes me feel satisfied in every aspect.