Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
"Filia," he rasps, "get up."
I release him reluctantly, doing as he asks. It's hard for me to stand because I'm so turned on, but I manage with his guidance. He spins me around, pressing me up against the counter. I lean over, propping myself up with a hand while my other reaches back to grip his cock.
As he begins to guide himself into me, he presses his hot mouth against my ear. "You're going to be my wife," he groans.
"Yes," I gasp. "I'm going to be your wife."
He thrusts forward and we both moan. The sensation is exquisite––we've had sex before, plenty of times, but this is different. This feels like the culmination of all our relationship, a promise of all the years to come.
It's so good that we're both trembling.
"You drive me crazy," he growls, his hand moving to my hips as he thrusts into me again. This time, he pulls out almost all the way, letting me thrust my hips backwards to meet his.
I cry out, reaching back for him. "I want you deeper," I moan.
"Oh yeah?" he says, reaching down to press his thumb against my clit. "Like this?"
"Yes!" I gasp. "That's amazing."
"That's because you're amazing," he says, sliding his hand over my stomach and reaching down to find my clit. He strokes me in time with his thrusts, and it's all it takes to make me explode.
I clench around him, my pussy throbbing around him as pleasure roars through me. Spurred on by my orgasm, he thrusts into me hard and deep.
My hips jerk against him, and in seconds he's groaning my name as he comes.
We collapse onto the kitchen floor, a tangle of limbs and sweet aftershocks. Marco rolls us so that I'm on top of him, his cock still inside me.
We lay there for a long time, staring up at the ceiling. I trace his fingers with my own and he keeps my hand in his.
"We should get out of here," he finally says.
"I guess so. We have to pack, Tokyo is a big trip to do without any planning."
"As long as we bring each other, we don't need anything else."
"That's sweet," I chuckle. "But...I would like a toothbrush. And underwear."
"Yes to the first, maybe to the latter," he grins, reaching down to slip his fingers through my slick folds. I groan, humping his hand. Marco kisses me eagerly as we writhe. "We'll get ready soon," he agrees, "but first, my fiance needs one more orgasm."
With that, he begins to move his fingers faster and faster. His thumb circles around my clit as his index finger presses against my most sensitive part, creating a dizzying sensation. I moan louder and louder with every thrust of his hand, the pleasure intensifying until I feel like I'm about to burst.
He increases the speed of his movements and I feel myself building higher and higher towards a climax. There's no stopping it now––I'm on the edge and ready to let go. With one final stroke, Marco sends me flying over the edge into pure bliss as I come for him again.
Drained from the act, I pant heavily as he holds me on my kitchen floor. "That was amazing, Marco."
"Any other requests?" he chuckles playfully.
My eyes dart to my kitchen table where my Uber Eats bag is visible. "One, but it's a big ask."
"Anything."
"I need a crepe as good as the ones we had in Rome."
Marco pauses, studying me thoughtfully. For a second I feel embarrassed––was my request dumb? Childish?
Taking my hand, he helps me to my feet. "Get dressed. It is a life or death matter that we feed you the most delicious crepes this city has to offer. I'll call everyone I know, right now, to get the most precise intel. Nothing that doesn't taste divine will ever touch my fiance's lips again."
Laughing with a joy I can't contain, I throw my arms around him and hug him with all my muscles are capable of. We haven't even bought tickets for Tokyo, packed a bag, or done any planning, but it doesn't matter. I know in my heart of hearts that every moment with this man will be the perfect adventure...no, the perfect dream. A dream I’ve longed for all my life.