Page 144 of The Genius
“Uh-huh.”
“The third, I think.” He twirled a lock of my hair lazily around his finger. “Making love right here and falling asleep knowing that we’re married now.”
Marco’s soft curls were irresistible to me; I had a blissful smile on my face when I slid my hands through them.
“I’m going to be bald soon with the way you constantly tug at my hair.”
“Sorry, I think it’s my favorite part.”
“Wow, that’s harsh.”
I laughed. “No, I loveyouof course, but you don’t understand how many times I’ve watched you and longed to touch your hair.
“You did once, didn’t you?” Marco’s grin widened. “You sat behind me the night before you left school and when I caught you touching my hair you said there was a spider.”
“Therewasa spider.”
He tickled me. “Admit it, you needed an excuse to touch me.”
“You can’t prove that.” I laughed because of his tickling me, remembering all too well how my hands had needed to know what those amazing curls felt like. I should have known then that I couldn’t trust myself around Marco.
“I have no impulse control around you.”
“I’m sure the psychologist in you can explain that.”
I smiled. “It’s not something I’ve studied. It would be hard to find people who are in love back in the Motherlands, but theoretically, the neurotransmitters norepinephrine and phenylethylamine lead to focused attention, and that…”
Marco shut me up by kissing me and whispered into my mouth, “I love how smart you are, but now isn’t the time for a lecture on love. I’m more a hands-on type of learner.”
For the fourth time since last night’s wedding ceremony, Marco and I made love. We had always been adventurous in our sex life with our list of five things, and yesterday had been fun using the different items in the large gym. This time he was spooning me, lifting my right thigh and drawing fully out of me then thrusting deep up into my belly.
“Fuck, you feel so wet and slick,” he whispered and bit my earlobe. “I love how beautiful you look in the morning light, your hair all messed up from me fucking you all night. Makes me think about all the plans I have for you and me in the future.”
Instinctively, I arched my back, feeling each thrust and how Marco slid out and ground himself into my clit, delivering delicious tingles.
He groaned low close to my ear. I moaned in return, surrendering my body to him.
With our other three times of having sex within the last nine hours, Marco had no problem holding on, and for long minutes he kept thrusting deeper and deeper inside me, my orgasm slowly building.
“You’re mine now.” He rolled on top, weighing down on me, his elbows on either side of my head keeping me in place as a sign of dominance, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Yees,” I moaned and lost myself in the pleasure of his pounding against my cervix while my nails clutched at his shoulders in a symbolic way of saying that he was mine too.
“Tell me you like it,” he demanded, changing the rhythm of his strokes.
“More, give me more,” I begged and panted from the speed of my heartbeat. “That’s it, yeees, Marco, harder, yees.”
He took complete control of my body, his hands moving down to grab my behind to hold me in place while pushing harder, deeper, and faster in and out. When I screamed out my orgasm, Marco covered my mouth, and groaned out his own release.
We stayed connected like that, both of our cores throbbing from the intense lovemaking.
After a minute or two, Marco gave a sigh of contentment and rolled onto his back. “I really don’t care where we live in the world as long as we do this every morning.”
“I don’t know if I’m up for that when my belly grows big or we have three kids who need our attention.”
“How can you say that? Morning sex is rejuvenating.”
Nuzzling my head up against him, I teased, “I can make you a copy of me with retractable teeth and adjustable breasts. Would you like that?”
