“I feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes. And the wonder of it all, is that you just don’t realize how much I love you…”


Carol took Sofia back to the condo, and that was for the best, because Marie and Marco wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in each other’s arms all night. They decided to keep their hotel visit local. News of the engagement would be in all the local newspapers if it wasn’t already, so going out of town to hide it wouldn’t be necessary.

The concierge, who ended up helping them with a room, undoubtedly knew who Marco was. And throughout the booking, he kept giving them knowing glances. He went as far to congratulate them, having seen the game, as they made for the elevators.

Once behind the metal doors, Marie found solace that for the moment it was just them. No one to make small talk with. She leaned into him and tucked her fingertips into his slacks, “how long were you planning this?”

“December 6th. We were on the road, I was struggling, and I got a text from you. You said I was the strongest, bravest, and most resilient man you’d ever met. And I knew in that moment, that if I didn’t propose, I was the biggest idiot on the planet.”

The elevator doors opened, and Marie pulled her hands out of Marco’s pants. He took her diamond-clad hand and led her down the long hallway, stopping at the appropriate room, and slid the key into the lock. When the light flashed green, he pushed the door open and followed Marie in. She immediately went for the window, looking out at the view, which was of downtown St. Paul. The bars around the Xcel Energy Center were still buzzing, and she found it sort of ironic that the people who had just seen the proposal, were now blissfully unaware of the fact that twelve stories above them, Marco was about to knock Marie into another world.

He came up behind her and pushed a hand down the front of her pants, pressing his other hand to her stomach. He held her still, and she bowed her head, pressing her hands against the window to steady herself. Marco pressed his lips to her neck, humming against her skin lightly.

“I can’t believe you proposed,” Marie breathed out, looking at the diamond ring as the moonlight dimly illuminated it.

Instead of answering, Marco just chuckled and curled his fingers around Marie’s clit, giggling again as she took a sharp gasp in and dropped more of her weight against the window. He moaned in her ear, dropping his waist to her ass, and already she could feel him getting harder. She wiggled her butt against him, smirking at the way he groaned and pushed her against the glass, attempting to keep himself from losing all control right then and there.

“I swear if you come now, I’ll kill you,” she smiled and looked back as best she could with her body pressed against the window.

Marco wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, keeping her still, “it’s been awhile, okay? Just give me a minute,” he smiled and unbuttoned his slacks with one hand, pushing them down along with his boxers. And when he was in control of himself, he took her hair into a tight ponytail and tugged her away from the window, leading her back to the bed. With Marie sitting on the edge of the bed, Marco stood in front of her, using his grip on her hair to lead her mouth to his member. He moaned softly and pressed his hand to the back of her head, “God… Jesus…” Marco looked down and watched her lips as he pulled on her hair, bringing her head back to the head of his dick. “Good girl,”

He let go of her hair and tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling. Marie leaned forward, cupping the base of his dick to keep it in her mouth, and set her other hand on his thigh. She tried to smile as best she could as Marco began letting out satisfied groans. When he looked back down to watch her, she was already looking up at him, tilting her head to the side to massage her lips over his throbbing shaft. Marco chewed on his bottom lip and dropped one of his hands to hers, taking it off his thigh and intertwined his fingers with hers.

She clutched onto his fingers tighter when she forced herself forward, taking all of him in until her nose brushed against his waist. Just as she began to gag and made an effort to pull back, Marco set his free hand back on her head, holding her in place. Marie fought against his hand gently, eyes watering and fogging her vision. When he felt she had enough, Marco released his hold on her, and she pulled back. Gasping to regain her breath, Marie locked her eyes on him.

She stroked his dick slowly, “how long are you going to make me wait before you fuck me,” she whispered, smirking up at him.

He bent over and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her hand off of his shaft. With his body still bent over hers, Marco lowered her head back to his dick, forcing her to take him back into her mouth. He kept her low on him, moaning expletives in her ear, until finally he pushed her back on the bed, and knelt by the side of it. He had her tight, fitted pants down in record time.

Marco pushed her legs back towards her chest, and Marie held them in place so he could focus on pleasuring her. He kissed up and down her slit, dragging his tongue over her pussy lips. As he curled his tongue around her clit, Marie reached around her legs and placed her hand on top of his head. She took a fistful of hair in her fingers, letting out a quiet whimper. Marco smiled against her and sucked on her clit, running his fingers over the backs of her thighs, scratching red marks on her skin. She too reached for his fingers, and when they held hands again, Marco played with the ring on her finger and pushed his tongue into her entrance.

Marie squirmed beneath him, breathing heavier now, and moved her head to the side to get a glimpse of him. “Is that all you got,” she taunted playfully.

He pulled away from her, trying to hold back a smile and unclasped their hands. She sucked on his fingers as he brought them to her mouth, and all in one motion, he pulled his fingers from her mouth and pushed two into her. Her eyebrows furrowed when he curled his fingertips inside of her, rubbing them against her gspot.

When he replaced his mouth on her clit, she squeezed her eyes shut, “God damn.” Her hips began rocking, bucking up towards his mouth. He took it all in stride, humming against her and shaking his head gently while his fingers thrust in and out of her. “Please, just…”

Marco knew what was about to come out of her mouth, and instead of waiting for her to finish, he crawled up on the bed, hovering over her. He continued to move his fingers rhythmically over her clit as she focused on unbuttoning his dress shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. He tossed it to the floor and rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him until she sat on his lap.

He held onto the base of his dick, guiding it to her entrance. Marie pressed her hands to his chest and looked down as well, sitting back on his dick until it sunk deep inside her. She moaned quietly and reached for the hem of her long-sleeved shirt, tugging it over her head quickly and threw it beside Marco’s.

At first she rocked back and forth on him, feeling his shaft bend inside her gently. She leaned forward, kissing his lips slowly, using her own strength to slip his length in and out of her. The position gave her most of the control. But that didn’t stop Marco from trying to regain some. He clutched at her hips, lifting his lower body off the bed to pound into her. It forced Marie to sit up straight on him, taking in every last inch of him.

“Jesus…” she managed to squeak out, bouncing in his lap. When he slowed down some, she circled her hips on top of him, drilling his dick as deep as it could go. And as he bottomed out, she squeezed her muscles around his shaft, keeping it completely tight for him.

Marco didn’t want to go out that quickly, and Marie didn’t want him to, but she knew she wasn’t helping that become a reality. Skillfully, he turned over, and readjusted Marie’s body so that her legs hung over his forearms, keeping her open for him. “You okay…” he asked once the new position was set.

Marie was partially on her side, and although she winced when he pushed into her slightly, she nodded. She could take it. Marco leaned in and kissed her lips. It comforted her slightly, and she let out a long breath and lifted her arms above her head. As he began thrusting into her again, now at a faster and harder pace, he licked his fingertips and set them on her clit, rubbing it in small circles violently.

She screamed out, foregoing any sort of concern for the people in the room next to them. It didn’t even matter. She needed him to know what he was doing to her. “Yes… Fuck,” she seethed out through her teeth. “Fuck me… just like that,” she fisted the sheets and yanked at them as her legs began to shake. It wouldn’t be long now until she just completely lost it.

Marco had to take a deep breath in to steady himself. With a long final thrust, burying his dick inside her, Marie’s entire body shuddered. Her breathing hitched and Marco knew he had just pushed her over the edge for the first time tonight. He grinned in accomplishment, stroking his shaft after Marie’s body had fallen back on the bed.

“God you’re a good lay,” Marie panted, turning herself over onto her stomach. She pressed her legs together and put them between Marco’s legs so he straddled her.

“That’s obviously why you’re marrying me,” he spread her ass cheeks apart and shoved his dick back into her pussy, wincing through the tightness. Before he took it any further, he reached off the side of the bed and pulled his belt out of the loops, and folded it in half.

Marie let out a throaty moan as he re-stretched her out to accommodate his size. “Are you gonna stop fucking me like this when we’re married?”

Marco dragged the leather belt over her shoulders, giving her slow thrusts to keep her appeased for the moment. “Fucking you like what?” He focused on sliding the leather down her back.

“Like a whore,” she smirked. In an instant, Marco whipped the belt down against her ass. It stung and when she glanced back, a red mark was already forming.

He could see the smile on her face, and it was the permission he needed. “Do you want me to fuck you like a whore,” he unfolded the belt, and tucked it beneath her neck, using it to pull her up front the bed. With her back pressed to his chest, Marie nodded Marco tugged on the belt to hold her still. “Tell me,”

She offered another exasperated smile, his roughness turning her on even more. His thrusts had stopped for a moment, but she knew that when she said the words, he would be relentless. “I want you to fuck me like a dirty, little whore.”

They made eye contact, staring at each other for a moment. With her head tilted back to look at him, Marco bent down and planted a soft kiss to her forehead. That was the last of sweet Marco she’d see for this round.

He shoved her back to the bed, looped her wrists in the belt and tugged it tight, tying them behind her snugly. From there he wasted no time in having his way with her, being just as rough as he promised. Marie found it hard to catch her bearings; between him filling her completely to the way he knew how to maneuver himself to make it just as pleasurable for her as it was for him.

Marco spanked her with his free hand, seemingly unsatisfied until his handprint showed up on her skin, like a mark claiming she was his. He grunted with nearly every forceful thrust, and Marie just felt herself slipping out of control. So overwhelmed with the feeling, Marco fisted Marie’s hair and yanked on it until her back arched towards him. He squeezed his fingers around the side of her neck, and while he was being rough, he also knew what line not to cross. So while his grip on her throat was strong and suffocating, it wasn’t abusively so.

Marie brought her hands to his stomach, pressing her fingertips against it gently. Her entire body was bouncing and jerking from his movements. “Fuck your whore, baby…”

“Damn it,” he growled. Releasing his hold on the belt, he wrapped his arm around her hips and smacked his hand down on her clit. Her entire body reacted and she fell forward onto the bed. Marco leaned over and rested his free hand beside her body as he used his fingers to get her closer to another orgasm. “Fuck me,” he ordered. But she was still disillusioned, seeing stars from the overpowering pleasure. He grew impatient, stopping the blissful circles on her clit, only to hit it over and over again. “C’mon, fuck me,”

She lifted her hips wobbly, moving back and forth to fuck him like he wanted. And when she began, he started circling her clit again; paying it some much needed attention. “I’m gonna come,” she elongated her words, wanting to give in.

“Not yet,” he moved both his hands and pressed them down against her lower back pinning her completely still. He bared down, pouring every last bit of energy into her, getting everything he wanted out of his thrusts. Even when Marie screamed out, fighting every instinct in her body, he didn’t let up.

She cried out, burying her face in the sheets, and only when Marco tapped her hip, did she let go. Her body trembled and jerked, and as she began riding out her orgasm, Marco lost his composure. With a final thrust, his dick twitched inside of her, shooting his load deep inside her.

“Oh fuck,” he panted, falling over her body, still careful to plant his hands on either side of her body to hold his weight off her.

Marie struggled to regain her breath and she lifted a shaky hand to her forehead, brushing away beads of sweat. She could feel her pussy throbbing around Marco’s shaft, and she turned her head to the side. “Yeah, I won’t be walking anytime soon.”

Marco laughed breathlessly, and pulled out of her. He noticed the red marks his hand had made on her ass, and he touched them gently. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I’m fine,” she twisted onto her back. Sometime throughout the wildness, her breasts had fallen out of her bra. She took the small extra step to unhook it now, flinging it off the bed.

“Jesus Christ, I marked you up all over,” he tilted her chin to the side to get a better look at the finger marks he’d left on her neck. He licked his lips and kissed the red parts gently. “Tell me to tone it down; I got carried away.”

She shook her head took his hand in order to press it to her breast. She wanted him to keep touching her, “you didn’t hurt me.” After he began kneading her soft flesh, Marie lifted her arms above her head and let out a soft sigh. “Don’t worry about it, I’m your dirty, little whore,” she winked playfully.

Marco looked into her eyes and lay down in between her legs. He shook his head softly and kissed her jaw tenderly. “You’re the love of my life.” He sucked in a deep breath, replacing his lips on hers. Their tongues wrestled together, dipping into each other’s mouths. “I wanna fuck you again,”

Marie brushed her hand through his hair, nodding against his lips as they kissed again. She could feel his hand snake between their bodies, and then felt the head of his dick pressing into her entrance. He sank as far into her as he could and just rested there a moment, comfortable in her tight center. She squirmed and pulsated her muscles around him teasingly, “you’re right…”

“About what?” He dragged his mouth down to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“I am only marrying you because you’re a good lay,” she giggled cutely.

Marco shoved his dick into her roughly, teasingly. When her giggles turned into shrieks, he smiled, “don’t start. I’ll make sure you’re pregnant for the wedding.”

Marie’s jaw-dropped and she slapped his chest as more giggles consumed her, “sometimes you’re really a prick.”

“I know but you love me anyways.” He rocked in and out of her evenly, “and I love you so damn much.” Marco chewed on his bottom lip as her breathing got more labored. Everything about her was attractive to him, “besides, I can think of worse things than having another kid with you.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

He thought for a moment, slowing his thrusts so he could focus. “Never having kids with you,”

Notes

"Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton.