Page 69 of Always Mine
Home Is Where The Heart Is
Marco
It’safter3a.m.when I get home. All the lights are off except for the lamp in the foyer and the lights above the stove, illuminating my path from the garage back to the sleeping beauty tangled in my sheets. Just the thought has my dick stirring even if my brain is ready to power down after spending the drive home analyzing the events of tonight. I need a plan to deal with Arty, and fast. I don’t have any faith in Rizzo’s word that Arty is going to play by the rules. He wants to win at all costs, and despite what I said to Rizzo, I’d rather die first before I give that fucker the satisfaction of the upper hand. If he so much as puts one fingernail on Sophia or threatens anyone I consider family, I’ll end him or call in a favor with AJ’s men. A joke at the time but it’s looking like a more viable option by the second.
I walk deeper into my house, noticing how different it already feels with Sophia here. The clothes we left littered around have been picked up. The throw blanket she had wrapped around her when I left has been put back on the couch, folded in a specifically haphazard way—like you see it done on those home makeover shows—instead of my man-roll-fold-and-dump technique. I smileto myself, turning off the lamp and moving into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Her touch is here too. The dirty plates and cups are washed and drying on the dish rack. Two tea towels that complement each other are neatly folded and hanging over the oven door. Bench wiped clean of crumbs and sponges set neatly in the holder on the sink. An order of things that just feels so right. Like she’s been the missing piece to making this house a home.
Stopping at my bedroom door, I spend a moment appreciating her body that’s taking up prime real estate in my bed for the first time. My only regret is that I wasn’t here to fall into bed with her, but I intend to that rectify now. I scan her silhouette in a cloud of white and gray linen. My very own angel. Her back is to the door, my too-big t-shirt falling off her shoulder, exposing her delicate neck. Just begging to wear my mark. My dick twitches impatiently and my lips tingle at the thought. Caramel waves spill over the pillow, beckoning me like a siren’s call. My eyes continue their exploration, my hands itching to follow suit. She must’ve gotten warm by account of the comforter being thrown off her body. Just the sheet remains, haphazardly tucked between her smooth golden legs, leaving her bent leg on top exposed, the curve of her round, bare ass cheek peeking out. This woman, too sexy for her own good even in her sleep. Need thrums through me, propelling me towards the bed, stripping quickly and quietly as I go.
I crawl in behind her perfect body, pressing my front to her back. The little to my big.
Heat radiates between us. She lets out a soft little purr, pushing back into me. “You’re home. What time is it?” Her purrs morph into an appreciative hum as she feels just how much I want her pressed hard against her ass.
“Hi, baby. Yes, I’m home,” I whisper. “Time for me to punish you for breaking my no clothes in the bed rule,” I chastise as I gently run one hand up the outside of her thigh and under her shirt, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her even closer. She grinds back in response. I groan and nibble on her ear.
“This has to go,” I command, pushing the t-shirt up her body. She giggles softly, and it’s like a lullaby I’ll never tire of hearing. She helps remove the offending item, then slots her body against mine like it’s second nature. Her hum of approval is like a shot of electricity to my already rock-hard cock. Feeling her skin on mine is like a religious experience. A chemical reaction between lust, longing, and love when her smooth body meets the hard planes of my own. Like gasoline to fire. What I am going to do to her will feel heavenly, but there’s nothing pure about the way I’m going to take control of her body. Like she can sense I’m a man ready to combust, she reaches back and wraps her arm around my neck, exposing hers to me. I bring my lips a hair’s breadth away and blow cool air on her sizzling skin, and I watch as goosebumps follow the path of my breath. Then I bring the heat right back.
Starting an assault of pleasure to push her to the brink of wild. Learning how to make her body light up just for me. I trace my lips along her décolletage, followed by one long, slow lick. Next, I trail wet, open-mouth kisses from the base of her neck to her delicate jaw. Her breathy mewls fill the air, and I can’t resist swallowing them up by bringing her mouth to meet mine, sealing my lips to hers. We kiss slowly and sensuously, tongues swirling and twisting around each other until we’re breathless. Much in the same way our bodies are wrapped around one another.
“You like that, baby?” It’s a rhetorical question, but she arches back further in response, grabbing my hand and rubbing it over her budding nipples a few times, before bringing it to her neck. Fuuuuck. The way she trusts me enough to tell me what she wants makes me want to paint her skin with my release right now.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I rumble in her ear, my hand soft against her throat as I move back to her jaw and cover it with soft kisses, whispering all the dirty things I’m going to do to her. I can feel her desperation coating my cock, now nestled between her pussy lips. Her control is starting to slip, and I fucking love seeing her like this. Giving in to her desires. Uninhibited. Kissing my way back up to that special spot just beneath her ear that drivesher crazy, I whisper against her skin, “You ready baby?” Before she can respond, I tighten my grip around her throat at the same time I latch my mouth onto her neck and pinch her peaked nipples hard—one then the other—with my free hand. Sucking, biting, and kissing myself under her skin. Marking her for eternity. I can feel the vibration of her throaty cries against my hand as she writhes against me, seeking more friction.
“More, Marco, please,” she begs.
“Already so needy for my cock, Kitten?” I chuckle against the red spot blooming on her skin like a firework.
I curl myself around her fully and use all my strength to pull her up on all fours, so we’re facing the mirror at the end of my bed.
“I’ve dreamed of fucking you like this from the moment I watched you getting ready in front of your mirror,” I tell her, looking directly into her glazed eyes.
I kneel behind her, my legs on the outside of hers, positioning myself just close enough for her to feel the wet head of my aching cock like a ghost of a kiss at her entrance. She arches her back further, trying to push back onto me. Her gorgeous round ass is on full display, and I can’t help myself. I lean down and latch onto the fading mark I left earlier, branding her fresh with my mark. “Mine. Always mine.” She gasps in pleasure as her body jolts involuntarily.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I taunt, squeezing her hips in my hands, bringing her back towards me, a whisper of space between her wet heat and my weeping cock. I run my hands up the side of her body and along her ribcage, settling them over her perfect handful-sized tits. I’m rolling and pinching each of her buds as she chants, “Please, please, please.”
Dropping one hand between her legs, I run two fingers through her slick folds.
“Just gotta check you’re ready to take me,” I taunt, knowing full well she’s dripping. I inhale her musky arousal, and I wish I could bottle it and keep it with me like a smelling salt. She arches her back like a cat stretching, eyes closed and begging for more. “Open your eyes, baby, and look at me,” I rasp as I grip her chin with mythumb, holding the two fingers coated in her arousal just in front of her lips. Her mouth falls open, and I trace her lips with my pointer, leaving a slick of her on her lips. “Taste yourself,” I command.
She drags her tongue over her lips with a satisfied hum, and then I put both fingers in my mouth and suck them clean. “So fucking sweet,” I murmur. “But the way I need to fuck you now is anything but. Eyes on me baby and hold on.”
That’s the only warning I give her before I clamp my hands on her hips and drive into her wet, hot pussy with deep, hard thrusts. She pushes back onto me, her pupils blown and pure ecstasy painting her expression. This look will forever be one of my favorites. She meets me thrust for thrust, her tight cunt gripping my thickening cock like a vice. The sounds of our slapping skin and desperate moans fill the bedroom, and it’s like the choir has taken the stage and heaven is welcoming me home. I can feel the blood pulsing through my length, and the tell-tale throbbing in my balls of an impending orgasm.
“You ready to come with me, baby?” I ask her as I reach one hand around to rub firm circles around her clit with two fingers, the feel of it pulsing and her sticky release on my fingers spurring on my feral need for her.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chants, her head tipped back. I feel her walls pulsate around me as she shatters, and that’s all it takes for me to give in to my own orgasm. I grab her by the hair and tug. “Open your eyes. Watch what you do to me.” I return both hands to her hips and fuck her like a man possessed, watching us take our ecstasy as I bury myself so deep in her I feel like I’ve touched God. She’s mine. She was made for me and me alone. And with our eyes locked, I give her everything I am spilling into her with a groan.
“Mine.”
I blanket her slick body with mine, dotting the silky skin of her neck and shoulders with soft kisses and few licks for good measure.
“Hmmm, sweet and salty. I think you’re my favorite flavor.” I chuckle.
“I better be the only fucking flavor,” she drawls back with a playful harrumph.
Laughing, I roll us so we’re spooning again. “The one and only,” I confirm, gripping her chin and bringing her face around to mine, sealing my promise with a kiss.
Dawn is approaching by the time we’ve cleaned up and crawled back into bed naked in accordance with my number one bedroom commandment. I’m lying on my back, muscles relaxed in our post-orgasm euphoria. Sophia is curled into my side, her head heavy on my chest. A distinctly different heaviness than the one that burdened me the entire time she was gone.
