Chapter 12
452 Words
Hearing the shower run, I slowly opened my eyes. Setting up from my crouched position on the couch, I noticed an empty bed. Stretching out my sore muscles, I yawned just as the shower door opened. Marco came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, water dropping on his delicious abs.
Stop staring at him, I scolded myself .
He chuckled as he walked towards me. As if knew what I was thinking.
"Like what you see, wife," he teased as he took a seat next to me—leaning back on the couching, making himself comfortable. I couldn't help myself in checking him out, the way his legs were spread open with the towel barely covering his thighs. If I tiled my head down, I would be able to see his...
"You know…" he said as he slowly started leaning towards me.
"If you keep looking at me like that," he licked his lips as he grabbed my chin. Making my heart beat a thousand miles per minute
"I might think you want me" he tilted my chin to the side and dragged his hot mouth over my neck scraping his teeth against it. I almost moaned.
What is he doing to me?
"Are you wet for me" he whispered, making me whimper in need, and leaning towards him
With his hand, he slowly traced my body, spreading my legs apart and touching my most sensitive part. While leaving butterfly kisses all over my neck
“I wonder...” he murmured as he entered two fingers exploring my insides. I gasped in pain. Pushing dipper, he stopped once he reached the barrier. Continuing to trust his fingers in and out of me making me make all sorts of noises, as he brought me closer to the edge.
“c*m for Doc,” he whispered, sucking on my neck. Leaving a mark as I came undone on his fingers. Slowly coming down from the height, I tried to regulate my breathing.
He brought his hand closer to his mouth and licked his finger off while looking into my eyes
“Tastes like vanilla,” he moaned as he cleaned his fingers.
I was red. I didn't know what to think of this. I have never expired something like this . I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom with Marco chucking behind me. I slammed the door and leaned on it. Panting hard. I touched myself still very sensitive from what he did and noticed my wetness , feeling embarrassed I turned on the shower and quickly got in. Wiping my body clean from his touch , but somehow how hard I scrub I can’t ride of his burning touching.
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