“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you…”


Marie pranced out of the hotel bathroom, changed into a pink lace babydoll. It was quite a contrast to the elegant dress she’d worn to dinner, and she noticed how Marco stared at her body as it swayed with each step. He was sat up in bed with a bottle of wine and two glasses half full on the side table next to him. Marie climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips while pressing her hands against his chest.

“Thank you for dinner,” she cooed. It was just a quick segue to get her lips on his neck, kissing along his skin and up to his whiskered jaw. “And thank you for the lingerie,” she looked into his eyes and blushed. He’d spent a good deal of money on her, and tonight was the first time she got to debut the things he’d bought.

“You’re welcome. You look gorgeous as always,” Marco tucked a piece of Marie’s hair behind her ear and got in closer to kiss her slowly. She bit on his lip playfully and tugged back. Marco reached over for the wine glasses and held one out for her, “salute, mi amore.”

They clinked their glasses together and then each took small sips. Marie grinned and kissed him again quickly, setting her glass down between them. “You need to teach me Italian so I can speak to your dad,”

“But my dad speaks English and French too, dear.” Marco took another sip and rolled his eyes as Marie jutted out her bottom lip. “Fine pouty lips. Lesson number one, ti amo. I love you.”

Marie smiled and took a sip of her wine before setting the glass back on the side table. She hooked her arms around Marco’s neck, “ti amo, mi amore.”

They kissed briefly. “So you could say that or cara, which is dear. Or caro. But that means expensive in different contexts.” Marco reached to put his glass next to Marie’s.

“That’s confusing,”

Marco chuckled and wrapped his arms around Marie’s back, pulling her into him tightly. “Ho voglia di fare l’amore a voi,”

“What’s that mean?” She smiled, cupping her hands around his neck.

“I want to make love to you,” he whispered back. And he wasted no time in kissing her passionately.

Marie arched her back, sending her chest in closer to his, while her hands anxiously pulled at his tie until she slid it away from his neck. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, careful to be gentle with her healing bruise. She moaned breathlessly for him, urging him to keep going. And just as she thought the tie was forgotten, Marco pulled away from her lips and held it up. He placed the thicker end against her eyes and wrapped it around her head, securing it in place.

She giggled and chewed on her lower lip, having her sight taken away. With her hands on his chest, Marie could feel Marco shift, positioning her to lie back on the bed. She giggled excitedly, only to have it silenced as Marco kissed her again. With one sense taken away, the kiss felt more intense than ever. And just as quickly as it started, it ended, and Marie moaned already missing the feeling. There was no feeling at all, but she could hear fabric rustling, and she figured he was taking off his dress shirt.

The anticipation of where he’d touch next was exhilarating, and the moment his lips touched her chest, she felt goose bumps form. He trailed his tongue down until the lace obstructed her skin. When his lips left her body again, she squirmed on the bed, trying to get him to come back to her. The next thing she felt was the end of the sheer babydoll being lifted up to reveal her stomach.

Marie lifted her arms up above her head, stretching out her entire body, waiting for Marco to pay her more attention. After the brief shuffling of more fabric, Marie felt his lips along her ribs. He was taking his time but just as she was getting use to the feeling of his lips on her stomach, he pulled her thong down to her knees. She whimpered and spread her legs apart, bringing her hands back down to bite on one of her fingers.

She heard Marco lick his fingers, and then felt his body beside her at the same moment he placed the pad of his middle finger on her clit. He rubbed it in small circles and pressed his lips to Marie’s shoulder, progressively getting faster. She squeaked out a moan and turned her head to the side, searching for his lips eagerly. When she found them, she curled her fingers in his hair, only to have her mouth drop open as he sunk two fingers into her.

“Marco,” she hummed, setting her head back on the bed. Her chest was heaving as his fingers thrust into her. Next thing Marie knew, she was looking up at him, trying to keep her legs apart.

He pulled his fingers out of her and crawled over her, positioning himself between her legs. Marie pulled her legs up, setting them up over Marco’s shoulders as he bent forward and placed one hand on top of her head.

“Ready,” he asked, using his other hand to drag the head of his dick along her slit. They could both feel how wet she was, and after she nodded her head, Marco eased himself into her before lacing both his hands together atop her head.

She squeaked out a yelp and set her hands on Marco’s biceps, digging her fingernails into his skin. They made eye contact and he leaned into her to kiss her lips as he sunk deeper. When he bottomed out, Marie let out a low groan and stretched her arms out above her head, arching her body stiffly. Marco sat back on his knees and pressed his lips to Marie’s ankle as he rammed into her, using the angle to get his entire length in her with each thrust.

“Oh my god, yes…” she whined, feeling the fit get tighter as Marco held her legs together. Marie felt like she was going to burst and when her insides began to throb, Marco pulled out of her and straddled her body, dipping the head of his member past her lips.

She sucked on his tip, pulling it from her mouth with a small pop before running her tongue down along the length of his shaft. When she went back up, Marco gathered her hair behind her head and held onto it tightly, pushing her down to take his length into her mouth. Marie opened her mouth as much she could, feeling that he wouldn’t let her stop until she had all of him in her mouth.

She almost took all of it by the time she started gagging. But instead of pulling her head back, Marco forced her further, and Marie felt her throat muscles close around his shaft as he held her in place. Marie flicked her eyes up to meet Marco’s as he moaned expletives. Her eyes began to water and she pressed her hands against his thighs until he loosened his grip on her hair and let her back up, gasping for her breath.

Then Marco grabbed onto her arm and urged her to turn over onto her stomach. Marie obeyed and collected her hair to one side, exposing her neck on the other. Marco pushed back into her center and she bowed her head, holding back her quiet screams. He kissed the back of her head as he pounded into her as fast as he could, and it took everything in her to keep still.

“Oh god, fuck me!” Marie screamed, squeezing her fingers around the sheets. She turned her head to the side and caught a glimpse of Marco as he let out an animalistic growl. “Please,” she begged quietly, reaching back with one hand. When Marco took it gently, Marie let out another pleasured moan. “Gonna come?”

Marco squeezed his eyes shut and bent forward to kiss her neck, “mhmm…”

“Soon,” she asked, feeling her insides tighten up each time he push himself back into her.

“Yeah,” he muttered, panting. His quick, sharp thrusts turned into long but powerful ones, and each one sent Marie’s body forward on the bed.

After his thrusts began to overwhelm her, Marie squeezed Marco’s hand and her legs began to flinch. Her body went stiff as moans spilled from her mouth, crying out in sheer pleasure. Marco kissed her shoulder blade when she reached her orgasm, and the squeezing of her muscles around him, drew him nearer to his own climax.

He sat up and pressed his hands into Marie’s waist, using it as leverage to thrust into her as deep as he could. His stomach began to knot up as the pressure built up, and with a final thrust he moaned loudly and shot his load inside her. Marie moaned with him, smiling with heavy eyes as he laid down on top of her. She could feel his length throbbing inside of her, and she turned her head to the side to kiss his temple softly. A moment later, Marco pushed himself up and slid his shaft out of her, rolling over onto his back.

Marie turned and scooted closer to him, resting her chin on his chest, “ti amo, Marco.”

Marco grinned proudly and pecked her lips quickly. “I love you too,”

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Marie looked out the window of the plane as it took off out of Florida. She had just gotten an email from her father, which explained everything she’d need to know about her new situation. He hadn’t been lying when he said he’d take everything from her. She was to be out of her apartment in three days, and presumably finding a job as he’d also stuck to his word about not paying her tuition. The only saving grace was that Carol had done her part and bought Marie’s car from Bill. At least she’d still have transportation.

“Penny for your thoughts,”

She turned and looked at Marco as he slid into the seat next to her. They were near the back of the plane with a few teammates scattered around them. Once he was seated, she linked her arm with his and set her head down on his shoulder. “I’m thinking about what job I’m gonna have to get in order to pay for school. I’m thinking a stripper…”

Marco smiled and gave the top of her head a lingering kiss, “well you have enough daddy issues for that.”

“I feel like I’d fit in just fine,”

“I’ll pay your tuition.”

Marie lifted her head up, “I don’t want you to.”

“It’s not drug money. Babe, I just don’t want you resorting to stripping because you feel you have no other option.” He took her hand and brought it up to his lips, “besides, I want to pay your tuition. Think of it as a way for me to show you how much I love you,”

“No, it’s too much. I appreciate the offer, I really do. But this is something I have to do on my own.” She smiled and pecked his lips over and over again. “I promise the only person I’ll strip for is you,”

Marco’s cheeks turned red and Marie grinned, feeling satisfied with herself. She pulled the wool airplane blanket over them and set her head back down on his shoulder. When she saw his eyes shut in a relaxed state, she slid her hand in between his legs and pressed the palm of her hand against his crotch. His eyes snapped open and he looked down at her, taking a deep breath in.

“Unless you plan on sucking my dick to finish me off, you’d better stop.” He whispered into her ear, kissing her ear lobe softly.

“Is that a threat or a promise,” she smirked, squeezing the outline of his shaft.

“Both,”

Marie pulled her hand away, tossing the blanket onto Marco’s lap and stood up. She shuffled past him and strutted up the aisle towards the small lavatory. After pulling open the door, she flicked her eyes back to Marco, caught his attention, and then slipped into the confining room.

She looked at herself in the mirror and tugged at the end of her shirt, making her boobs spill out of it a little more. If she was going to be on her knees, she at least wanted to look good doing it. The bathroom door creaked open and Marco stepped in, locking it behind him. Between the both of them, there wasn’t much room to turn around, which ended up being okay because he had other things in mind. He reached for Marie’s pants and unbuttoned them, sliding them down just enough to get what he wanted, and then spun her around so she could lean against the small sink for support.

They looked at each other in the mirror, which made them both laugh as they thought about their current position. Marco set one hand on her lower back and looked down as he pushed the head of his cock inside her awaiting entrance. Her eyebrows furrowed and she stared at him through the mirror as he looked back up, wrapped his hands around her neck, and pulled it back towards him. The position was a little strenuous on her back, but she kept quiet for Marco’s sake. This was in no way a sexual fantasy for her as much as it was for him.

She was into it for him, and moaned and responded when she felt it necessary. But it was definitely one of those things she’d be happy to never have to do again. The cramped space didn’t give them much room to move around, and knowing that on the other side of the door sat a plane full of men, there wasn’t too much they could express without being heard. Yes, it was something she was happy to experience and maybe she’d even gloat about it for a while, but in no way did she see herself joining the mile high club on a regular basis.

It felt good. Marie doubted if being with Marco would never feel good, apart from the first time when he left her shredded. And when he started to get louder, which was normal the closer he got to his climax, Marie reached back and grabbed onto his hand. It gave him the chance to channel the volume into an action. And after squeezing onto her for a minute or two, Marie felt his shaft twitch inside of her. She could see the muscles in his arms flex beneath his shirt.

“I owe you something good,” he smiled, tucking his member back into his pants.

Marie pulled her pants back up and fastened them, readjusting her shirt to show a bit less. “You owe me nothing. You’re already too good for me,” she looked at herself in the mirror and slid her fingers beneath her eyes, touching up the mascara that had begun to run. “I’ll see you back out there, big boy.”

She kissed his lips quickly and pulled open the lavatory door, slipping out of it, trying to play it cool. She wanted it to seem like nothing unusual had gone on in there. And once she settled back in her seat without the rest of the plane noticing her absence, she relaxed even more. Marco took his place beside her moments later, and she cuddled back up against him. It’d probably be good for her to get some sleep before she’d have to spend the next few days clearing her things out of the apartment.

Notes

"You Are My Sunshine" by Johnny Cash.

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