Sweet, wonderful you
You make me happy with the things you do
Oh, can it be so
This feeling follows me wherever I go
I never did believe in miracles
But I've a feeling it's time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I'm beginning to wonder why
Don't, don't break the spell
It would be different and you know it will
You, you make loving fun
And I don't have to tell you you're the only one
You make loving fun
You make loving fun
-- “You Make Loving Fun” by Fleetwood Mac
Marian awakens me from my after-lunch nap by placing soft, sweet kisses onto my face. I sigh and yawn gently… it has already been quite the day. We haven’t left bed except to eat: I made breakfast and we ordered out for lunch.
We’ve talked quite a bit, about a myriad of subjects… He told me about how he started playing hockey when he was five, and that his dad played as well. Of course, I know about his brother, Marcel, who is also a hockey player… In return, I told him about my family, my parents who were once unsure about my being a trainer, but who now support my choice.
“Hello again, beauty” Marian breathes, kissing me sweetly.
I giggle softly in response and reach out to touch his lips. “Mmm… hello yourself, handsome”
He tenderly nips at my fingertips with his teeth. “Do you feel rested?”
“I feel wonderful” I answer: and I do. Not only am I rested, but I feel healthier than I have in years. This is the first full day that we’ve ever spent together, but we’ve been putting it to good use, making love over and over… where he gets the stamina, I don’t know, but I’m grateful for it. In between our conversations and our physical activities, I’m definitely falling for him. “How do you feel?”
“Very, very good, darling” Marian responds, leaning forward and kissing me.
“Mmm” I intone, closing my eyes and allowing him to take control. He tastes so good and his tongue caresses mine lovingly as his left hand peruses my side… “Again?” I inquire, pulling back and looking into his eyes.
“You don’t want to?”
“I didn’t say that… you have a game tomorrow, though. If you’re all worn out, Coach is going to kill you…”
“Funny, I don’t feel the least bit worn out” he retorts, resting his hand on my hip. “Being with you is… energizing…”
“Why, thank you” I tease, stroking his chest. “I like being with you, too. You make me happy…”
Marian smiles at my words and I feel his fingers gently dig into my hip. “Beauty, I always thought that we would be good together, but I had no idea how good”
“What do you mean, ‘always’?”
He blushes a bit and lowers his eyes to the hollow of my throat as he explains. “From the first time that I saw you, honey, I wanted you… you’re so beautiful and all I could think about was what it would be like to be in bed with you”
It’s my turn to blush: I can’t believe that he fantasized about me. “Marian…”
“I don’t mean to embarrass you” he whispers softly, caressing my face.
I smile and meet his gaze. “I know you don’t… You’re just being honest, like always. I appreciate it, I really do…”
“I say too much sometimes, don’t I?”
“Sometimes… but god help me, it’s endearing”
Marian smiles once more and covers my mouth with his own. He continues to tenderly caress my side as he climbs over me.
I spread my legs for him eagerly and mew into our embrace when he slides his hard cock into me: oh, fuck, but it feels incredible every time that he’s inside of me. He begins to move with a slow and gentle gait, sliding in and out of me.
As we embrace, I join my hips to his just as sweetly. I keep expecting him to go faster, to thrust harder, but no… his pace remains steady and that is when my stomach sinks. I’m suddenly aware of the fact that I have never been made love to like this before in my life. Marian is being beyond tender with me, and just as it feels wonderful physically, it attacks me emotionally. What I feel for him is amplified so that I can barely stand it… in this moment, I know that I love him deeply and I can no longer tell myself otherwise. The realization hits me like a proverbial ton of bricks…
It’s just then that he breaks our kiss and places his left hand on my jaw as he gazes into my eyes. “My beauty” Marian laments, brushing his thumb over my skin. “How I love you…”
It’s just too much: I’m overwhelmed. I can’t keep my tears from flowing…
Marian freezes above me, stopping his thrusts. “Darling, what’s wrong?” he asks, his tone fearful.
For a moment, I can’t speak as I break into deep sobs. Concerned for me, he moves to dismount me, but I stop him by hooking my legs around his waist and digging my nails into his upper back. “No” I deny, “Don’t pull out of me…”
Now he holds my face with both of his hands, his eyes searching mine. “What is it?” Marian queries.
I’m not sure that I can speak coherently, but I force myself to try. “It’s not you, I… I’ve been lying to myself, Marian…”
He furrows his brow in confusion, his fingertips stroking my cheeks. “I don’t understand”
“How could you?” I reply, doing my best to take deep breaths and calm down. “I haven’t been honest with either of us…” Part of me is afraid to speak freely, but I know that I must. The words bubble up within me and suddenly break free. “I love you” I whine. “I’ve loved you since I first saw you… I was afraid to admit it, even to myself because I didn’t want to get hurt. I mean, you’re married and so successful and I’m just a fucking trainer… I’ve been trying to protect my heart and I know now that I can’t. I can’t… I love you so goddamn much…”
I know that I’ve been rambling and for a moment, I think that he didn’t understand a damn word I said, especially with the bit of a language barrier that we have between us at times… I close my eyes and try to collect myself…
Marian seems to be taking a moment to digest (or decipher) what I’ve said, because he is silent. When he finally speaks, my eyes shoot open at the raw emotion that’s in his voice.
“My sweet beauty” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine, “You don’t know how much it touches me to hear you say that… I know how you feel… what’s happening between us is so strong that it’s frightening…”
I take hold of his face and get him to pull back enough so that I can see his eyes: they are moist with tears. “Marian, please don’t cry” I entreat.
He laughs sadly and blinks his eyes, a few tears escaping his lids. “You ask that of me when you yourself are weeping…”
He’s right: I force myself to calm down, and, using the back of my right hand, I wipe at the wetness on my cheeks. “Sorry” I respond, managing a smile for him.
“Don’t ever apologize for what you feel” Marian retorts, kissing me chastely. He caresses my face with his fingertips, his eyes delving into mine. “You’re so damn beautiful… Say it again”
I thought that maybe I had spoiled the mood by crying, but I can feel that he’s still hard inside of me… I know what he wants to hear… “I love you” I breathe. God, but it’s liberating to say it, to give myself over to my emotions. “I love you, Marian”
Grinning, he kisses me again, deeper this time so that his tongue rubs to mine. I moan at the taste of him and slide the fingers of my right hand into his hair.
“I want you” he confesses, taking his lips from mine. He kisses my throat and then licks his way up to my ear. “I love you so much, darling”
I’m about to respond when he begins to move his hips into mine once more: the breath catches in my throat. Marian is still thrusting slowly, but there is power behind his movements when he fills me completely. I gasp and hold him close with my arms and legs: after a few moments, I’m used to his rhythm and I join my hips to his.
I can’t begin to explain how fulfilling it is to have him making love to me in this manner. It’s beyond tender and sweet so that it brings fresh tears to my eyes, but I manage to hold them back. “Oh my god” I whine, clawing at him with my nails. “Oh, Marian…”
He answers me in a combination of English and Slovakian, but somehow I understand. He whispers to me lovingly, telling me how good I feel around him, how he wishes this would never end, how he loves me now and forever…
My body is on fire for him: every nerve in my pussy is tingling with bliss. His cock hits me in all of the right spots so that I melt… It’s difficult for me to speak in the midst of my pleasure, but I desperately want him to know what he’s doing to me. “Marian” I cry, “Oh god, you make me feel things I never have before… you’re driving me crazy”
Marian kisses me softly and locks his eyes on mine. “Beauty, I want to make you come”
The ecstasy is mounting within me, a hard knot in my stomach. His words are pushing me closer to the edge and I’m lost in his beautiful blue eyes. I brush the fingertips of my left hand over his lips… the bliss makes me close my eyes…
“Look at me” Marian begs. When I do, he gives me the sweetest of grins. “I want to see you when you come, honey, and I want you to see me”
Oh, but that’s all it takes. I go over the edge, hard, into an orgasm unlike anything that I’ve ever experienced before. There’s wonder on his face as he regards me and then I see his visage morph with pleasure as he loses himself within me. Our spasms battle for a moment and then meet in a perfect rhythm as we both pitch with ecstasy…
When I come back to myself, I realize that he has collapsed upon me, but his weight is not the least bit unpleasant. I run my hands over his back and press a kiss to his cheek.
“Mmm, beauty” Marian mumbles, gathering enough strength to roll us onto our sides.
We’re both struggling for breath but we stay pressed together. He lifts his left hand upward and plays with my hair, curling it around his fingers.
“You were incredible” I praise, rubbing my nose against his chest.
Marian chuckles, resting his chin on the top of my head. “We’re incredible together” he corrects, gently stretching. “We were meant for each other”
I know that he’s right, and the reality of it strikes me with a deep sense of satisfaction. “Does this mean that I’m going to see more of you?” I tease.
“As much as you can handle” he answers back, placing a kiss on my forehead. “That’s a promise”
Happy with his declaration, I tilt my head up and press my lips to his, hearing him give a little growl of delight as we embrace.