Page 81 of For his Surrender

His tongue clicks on my clitoris, then his lips suck.I explode into an orgasm that ignites each of my nerves, electrifies my skin for what feels like much more than a few seconds, and leaves me smiling from ear to ear.

“Oh, woman!” His voice is as hoarse as mine, but in his case, sleep has nothing to do with it.My body is turned and quickly my belly is pressed against the mattress.A slap pops on my ass, soon after, the other side is gifted too. Oh, fuck!

Marcos squeezes my thighs, pulls my ass up, manipulates my limp body like a rag doll.I can’t resist because I don’t want to.I can’t help it, because I’m still taken by the orgasm.The expert tongue licks my ass, making it completely wet.I doubt very much that I will be able to do anything other than screaming and moaning for the next few minutes.

His tongue is delicious.So warm, so hot.It slides between my vulva and my anus as if that were its life’s work.As if it had an independent life and wanted to spend it doing nothing but licking me and making me come.Shamelessly, I rub myself in it, asking for more.

“Fuck me, Marcos! Fuck my asshole!” The imperative tone wasn’t intentional, but, God!My desperation is such that I no longer know what I really intend or not.

Obediently, I feel the loose head of Marcos’ cock teasing me.I relax, making it easier to enter and feeling delighted by it.Slowly, he penetrates. Inch by inch, making me wish for more. So delicious, so… A moan cuts through whatever coherence I was striving to maintain, and when Marcos starts moving, I give up doing anything other than feeling or moaning.

His fingers grope my waist, thighs, pubis, until they get through my folds, gliding through my cum and his saliva, spurring me to take my ass higher, totally lost.The sound of his pelvis hitting my ass is hypnotic, erotic.His free hand grabs my hair, pulling it, and the burning on the scalp joins that of penetration into a perfect duet.

“Damn it, what a hot ass! I want to fill it with cum, Antonella! Let me come in that delicious ass you got?”

My answer is a slurred groan and another slap burns on my ass.

“Let me, hottie?” Another slap, hard, hot, that takes my whole body to spasms.

“Yes!” pinches my clitoris and rubs it between his fingers.I scream, so close to shattering myself that I can feel my entire body about to explode.He folds his body over mine and bites me, cutting the thread that held me suspended.I vanish like smoke, disappearing in pleasure and relief.

Marcos leaves me, but he continues with an arm around my hips, keeping my ass up.Far, far away, I hear his gasp and, moments later, hot jets hit my skin, my entire ass and running down it.Marcos’ touch leaves me, and I collapse into the bed, panting.

I squint, waiting for my mind to work again, pull out a pillow, hug it, and lay my forehead on it.As my senses return, I hear Marcos walking away, and the sound of water.Some time later, a damp tissue is slid onto my skin, cleaning me.With his work done, Marcos lies beside me and I open my eyes, finding him smiling.

I bite my lip, he brings his face closer to mine, his mouth closer to mine and, as if it hadn’t just been fucked to exhaustion, my whole body shudders.My smell is on his skin, I love it.I fucking love it.Without our eyes turning away, or any words being spoken, his tongue licks my lips and his face caresses mine.I move across the bed until there is no space between us, his arms wrap around me, and our tongues do the same.

It’s the kiss only the two of us have.Intense, desperate, tasty, long.It tastes like goodbye and I don’t like it, but I’ll learn to live with it.Marcos drops his tongue down my chin, neck, marking me with his saliva and making me moan.My nipples are sore, needy.I rub them on his body until his mouth gets to them.He sucks one, then the other, bites one, then the other, and kisses my mouth again hungry and horny.

“The helicopter arrives in an hour,” he warns, without detaching his mouth from mine.

“And do you have any idea how we can spend this hour?” I lick his chin, jaw, bite his earlobe.His hands put pressure on my back, squeezing my body into his even more.

“Many, many ideas...”

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“This wasn’t the trip I expected…”As the helicopter goes up to the clouds, I repeat in my own head the words I said to Marcos two days ago.

I didn’t expect him to be able to see the truth behind my justifications and acknowledge that his assumptions were as guilty of all this confusion as my omissions.I didn’t expect the two of us to spend three nights and three days shagging like rabbits, and yet the feeling that it wasn’t enough would lurk in a dark corner of my consciousness.

I didn’t expect that rather than installing an unbearable atmosphere between the two of us, the revelation of the truth might make me admire Marcos in some way.I did not expect that anything in this world would be able to relieve the burden that reviewing my parents after five years had on me.

I didn’t expect to recognize on a three-day trip a necessary break.I didn’t expect that I really needed this break, I didn’t expect to like it that much.But now it’s over.I push away from my thoughts any chances of attributing more adjectives to it thanunexpected.

When I get off the helicopter, at the top of the building where we live, I feel like running inside.It’s like my heart is beating out of my chest and my body is desperate to get it back.

Yes, the last few days have been amazing, and honestly, I didn’t give myself the opportunity to think about what I was doing, not when I could regret it and miss the opportunity to continue doing it for a set time.

And now, it certainly isn’t the time for me to think about it either.Now, the only thing on my mind is finally finding my daughter and crushing her in my arms, God! I miss her so much!

I don’t care about anything at all, not even the fact that I’m leaving Marcos behind as I walk, hallucinated, toward the elevator.He arrives quickly, the doors open and I enter, but seeing my husband running to reach me, I am forced to extend my hand, preventing the doors from closing.

“Easy, Mama Chicken! Your little chick is alive and well downstairs!”

“I can still kick your ass out of this elevator,” I threaten.

“I’d like to see you try,” he replies, smiling, knowing that no, I couldn’t kick his ass out, since he’s much bigger and heavier than me.

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