“When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions, it’s my worried mind that you quiet… I could hold you in my arms, I could hold you forever…”


Marie looked around at the studio apartment her dad had rented for her. It wasn’t much, but it was all she’d need. The kitchen was small, but functional, and there wasn’t much free space after her furniture had been moved in.

But in only two weeks since her meeting with her dad, she was surprised he had been able to do this much. In the end, he was convincing enough. She was only able to be here because her father had spoken to the president of BU, and asked him to give some leniency to Marie. Although the semester was underway, with all the money her father had donated to the school, the president was more than willing to bend some of the rules for her.

She had been able to change all of her classes to some that were administered solely online. And at the end of this semester, she’d transfer the units from BU, and continue her collegiate career at the University of Minnesota. This was the change she needed. She was the one making the bold moves for Marco, and now she prayed that he’d take the news well. He didn’t know she was the one uprooting her entire life to pursue him.

Now Marie found herself in a state she didn’t even know. All she knew for sure was that she could see the campus from out the window of her apartment. It was the beginning of October and a chill was starting to fall over Minneapolis. St. Paul was only a ten minute drive, but due to sneaky sleuthing on the internet, Marie knew that Marco lived in Woodbury, the next city over.

So instead of sticking around and being bored in her apartment, she hopped into her car and navigated her way through the slick streets of Minnesota. It was only six o’clock, so Marie guessed that Marco wouldn’t be out quite yet for the evening. It’d give her enough time to surprise him and spend some quality time with him before going out.

Twenty minutes later, she was in front of his luxury condo, knocking on the front door. Her assumption turned out to be wrong though, because after ten minutes of furious knocking, there still wasn’t an answer. And she knew she had the right address, because the mail in the box was made out to him. Maybe it was a little creepy, but now she just thought about how much of an ass she was for assuming he’d stay in for the evening.

Marie sat on the porch and wrapped her arms around her knees, clutching them tightly for any form of warmth. She wasn’t wearing much, and what she was wearing was pretty thin. Desperate to see Marco, she wasn’t about to leave, so she stayed put, thinking he’d be back in a timely fashion.

But when six turned into seven, Marie texted him asking what his plans were for the night, while giving no indication that she was actually at his doorstep. That message went unanswered, and then seven turned to eight. Then she called him, but when the call went directly to voicemail, she hung up without leaving a message. And as it grew completely dark, the porch light flicked on by a timer.

It was nine. And sometime within that hour, her toes went numb. Then it turned to ten, and subtle convulsions overtook her body as every inch of her was cold. But still, determined to see Marco, she refused to move. When her phone read eleven, she was sure she was suffering from a mild form of hypothermia. Marie bowed her head, trying to curl herself into as small of a ball as possible, attempting to conserve any sort of heat.

“Jesus!”

Marie jerked her head up, laying eyes on Marco as he stood in front of her, his hand clutched over his heart.

“Gonna give me a heart attack. What are you doing here?” He reached down and held onto her elbow, helping her to her feet.

“I came to see you,” she whispered, teeth chattering together.

Marco looked down at her and enveloped her in his pea coat, using his own body to add warmth to hers. “You’re going to die out here. How long have you been waiting?” He pushed open his front door and herded her inside.

She was relieved that he had kept the heater on in his absence because the house was a warm relief the moment she stepped foot in it, “like five hours. Where were you?”

He led her into the kitchen and sat her down on one of the barstools, leaving her side to light the stove in order to boil a kettle of water. “We had our last preseason game tonight. I didn’t know you were coming out to visit,”

“I’m not really visiting… I’m transferring to the university in Minneapolis,” she glanced up at him, nervous to see his reaction. Already her voice was a bit stronger as her body slowly warmed up.

“You’re doing what?” He asked, reaching up to grab a ceramic mug from one of the cabinets. He had heard her fine, but needed time to process what had just come out of her mouth.

“I’m trying to make it work, Marco. It was never gonna go well with the distance. I couldn’t deal with it, and I want to try for you, so I left Boston. Next semester, I’ll be a student at the University of Minnesota.” She stared at him, noting the suit he was dressed up in. He looked sexy as ever. “Do you have the gifts you promised,”

Marco shook his head and lifted the kettle off the flame as it began to whistle. He filled up the mug, placed a teabag in it and carried it over to Marie, setting down milk and honey in front of her. “I haven’t bought any yet. I didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon,”

“Surprise,” Marie mumbled, reaching for the honey. She put a generous amount into her cup and stirred it slowly, letting the tea steep.

“Yeah… Surprise,”

Marie focused on her tea, finding it gave something to look at to hide her embarrassment. “Do you not want me here?”

Marco leaned over the counter towards her, clasping his hands together. “No, of course I want you here. I just didn’t think it’d happen.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips quickly, “welcome to Minnesota.”

It was a relief to kiss him. Their relationship was just a month old, and within that time, Marie hadn’t been able to actually kiss him. That was the most taxing part about the relationship. It seemed to just be a label, not being able to touch. But now she was reminded of the way he tasted and smelled, and it just brought back a whirlwind of emotions.

“Are you staying here, or…”

Marie held onto the sides of Marco’s face, kissing him once more before sinking back in her chair and wrapping her hands around the warm mug. “Don’t worry, I’m not moving in. I’ve got an apartment by campus. But until the next term, I’m finishing all my BU classes online.” She lifted the cup and took a sip of the tea, feeling the warmth down the back of her throat. “Can you do me a favor though?”

Marco stared at her and smiled, nodding his head slowly.

“Can you fuck me into tomorrow? I really need it,”

He giggled and leaned in again to kiss her once, “yeah. Let me go change while you finish up your tea.” He backed up and strode out of the kitchen, the soles of his dress shoes clicking against the hardwood floor.

When she was convinced that he was in his bedroom, she took the cup in her hands and made her way into the living room. His entire place was nicely decorated, and while Marie tried to take everything in, she was drawn to the group of framed pictures on one of the bookshelves. The first one was of Marco and his parents, the next was him and someone who looked to be his brother, and the third was Marco holding an infant with a woman beside him. Marie leaned in closer, examining the picture to see that the woman had her arm around Marco’s waist, clutching him tightly.

She jumped, nearly spilling her tea as Marco snaked his arms around her hips, pressing his lips to her neck. She smiled and tilted her neck to the side, giving him more room to explore.

“Your ex-girlfriend and child?” She jumped to the conclusion, taking a longer sip of her tea.

Marco pulled his lips away from her skin and looked at what she was seeing. When he saw the picture, he chuckled and bowed his head to kiss her shoulder. “My sister and my niece,”

“So you have no children?” She smiled and turned in his arms, seeing he was only in a pair of boxer briefs, and she set her free hand down on his shoulder.

“None that I know of,” he grinned and looked down at her, taking the mug from her hand and set it down on the coffee table. “Two brothers, a sister, and three nieces, but no kids.” When he looked back at her, she jumped up into his arms, and he carried her to the couch.

She pulled him down on top of her, and spread her legs apart, making room for him between her legs. As he kissed her, his fingers worked on the button of her denim jeans, making quick work of it, and then began slowly tugging them down past her hips. Marie smiled and looked down as his lips traced along her body, stopping just below her belly button to pull her thong off as well. With her lower half exposed, Marco grabbed her ankles and placed her legs over his shoulders and kissed her inner thighs.

Marie shut her eyes and moaned at the feeling of his scruff brushing along her skin. He kissed her clit lightly before dragging his tongue over it, getting it wet, just to trail his tongue down to her opening, rimming it but not pushing in. Marco reached up with one hand and squeezed onto her breast, as his other hand wrapped over her waist, keeping her still as he opened his mouth around her swollen clit, flicking and massaging his tongue against it. She cooed quietly and set her hand on top of Marco’s intertwining her fingers with him, trying to stay still despite every bit of pleasure she was feeling.

It had been over three weeks since she had any sort of release, and with the way Marco was expertly working on her, Marie knew she wouldn’t last very long. She blinked her eyes open to watch him, “just like that… don’t stop.” Her toes curled, and her muscles tightened, causing her legs to squeeze around Marco’s head gently. And just as she relaxed, he pulled away from her and crawled up beside her, setting his forehead down against hers, and placed his fingertips over her clit. He rubbed it back and forth quickly, staring into her eyes as her entire body began to shudder. “Oh my god… I love you…”

Her words came out like vomit, and only after she had ridden out her orgasm, did she realize what had come out of her mouth. Marco kept his fingers moving at an even pace, and he leaned in to kiss her slowly, dipping his tongue into her mouth. He didn’t react in any sort of way, and surely didn’t say it back, so Marie did her best to act like she hadn’t said it either. Maybe he didn’t even hear her. But even if he did, it didn’t deter him from anything else, because he crawled back in between her legs, lined himself up with her aching hole, and plunged deep into her.

She looked up at him, holding in every bit of noise that she possibly could, fearing that something else would slip past her lips and make things even more awkward. He groaned and flicked his eyes to her, laughing quickly at her expression, and then leaned down to kiss her lips as he thrust in and out of her tightness. Marco pushed up, arms flexed and looked down at their waists, bucking his hips forward to watch his shaft go deeper. When he bottomed out, Marie let out a soft moan and Marco looked up at her, seeing she was also watching the way he slipped into her.

“How’s it feel baby?” He whispered, nuzzling his nose against hers.

“So good,” she squeaked out. “Harder…” When she opened up her eyes, he was looking down at her, wanting to make sure she actually meant it. “Please?” she smiled.

Marco giggled and flashed a quick grin, then set his hands on top of her shoulders, pushing her down to stay in place as his hips moved faster. Marie’s jaw dropped open, and she reached up for his forearms, clutching onto them as she looked down to watch him. Her eyes flashed back up to his as her muscles squeezed around him. Marco bit into his bottom lip and pulled out of her, pumping his shaft quickly as groans spilled from his mouth.

Marie breathed heavily, staring at the head of his dick, moaning quietly as his come shot out, falling to her stomach and waist. Curling his fingers over the tip, he wiped away the last traces of his orgasm, and brought his fingertips to her lips. She opened her mouth for him and sucked on his fingers, pulling them out with a pop, and then sunk back into the couch, looking up at him.

He leaned in to kiss her again, passionately and slowly. “I love you too,”

Her breath hitched in her throat, and she reached up quickly, hugging him as tightly as possible. He chuckled softly, turning his head to kiss her cheek as he hugged her back. Lying partially on top of her, Marie pressed her lips against the base of his neck, thanking God that not only had he heard her say it, but that he reciprocated the feeling.

Notes

"Hold You In My Arms" by Ray LaMontagne.

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