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Evangeline
Iforget everything as Marco’s mouth moves over mine. His tongue is soft at first, licking the seam of my mouth, asking for permission to enter. I eagerly give it to him. He’s right, I want to be his good girl. Hearing him say those words lit something in the pit of my stomach that I never knew existed. My whole body came alive thinking of belonging to him. The thought of me being something special to him and only him has me wanting this more than ever.
I deepen the kiss, needing him to know how I feel. I want it so badly that my whole body aches for him. I’m not even sure I can really have him fully, but I’ll take him for as long as I can. It might not be forever, but I can have now. This moment is the only one I want to concentrate on. It could very well be my goodbye to him. It could be a moment that I look back on and treasure. I’m not sure what the future holds for us, but I want the memory of my first time to be with Marco. I’m going to push thoughts of my grandma’s job, school, and the Bradfords to the back of my mind and enjoy myself for once.
He pulls his mouth from mine as he trails kisses down my neck. “Yours,” I say again. The word comes from me easily. I hope if I keep saying it that it might come true forever and not only for tonight.
“You want more, babydoll?” he asks as he slips his hand under my sweater.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” I beg. He feels so right. How can this be wrong? He shifts over me. I have no idea how we’re both fitting onto my bed together. He practically takes the whole thing up as he hovers over me. His fingers tease my nipples into hard points as I writhe beneath him. I lift my hips, trying to get the friction that I need. I can feel him smile against my mouth.
“Tell me what you want, babydoll. I want to hear you say it.”
I hesitate for a second, my cheeks aflame, but I push past my shyness and give him my honest answer.
“You. All of you,” I say, kissing that mouth of his.
Without another word, Marco rids me of my clothes, and before I can ask for anything more, his hot mouth is sucking on my pert nipple. He squeezes one breast as his mouth devours the other. I need more of him. I grasp his shirt, trying to pull it. He lets go of me as he sits up and yanks his shirt over his head, revealing his toned body to me. I pull him back down to me, needing to feel his bare skin on mine. I need to be as close to him as possible.
“You going to be a good girl, babydoll, and spread those pretty thighs for me.” His fingers trail down my stomach until they get to the small patch of hair between my legs. I wiggle my hips, my clit throbbing for his attention. I want his mouth there again. It had been like nothing I’d ever felt before. Everything I experience with him is like that though, and I know him taking my virginity will be no different.
My legs part for him. He gives me a slow, sexy smile as he slips down my body. His broad shoulders spread my legs more to make room for him. His warm breath tickles against my skin.
“My good girl saved this just for me.” It isn't a question. I lift my hips, willing him to take it because he’s right. I have been saving it for him. No one had ever caught my eye before him. Dating was never on my radar. I did what I was supposed to and nothing more. He is right. I am a good girl. But I want to be bad for him. I crave it more than anything else. I don’t know what it is about the darkness around him that draws me, but it pulls me in when I know I should be running the other way.
“Marco,” I beg, licking my lips, willing him to do the same.
“You don’t have to beg me, babydoll. I’m more than happy to give my good girl what she wants. Good girls should get rewards.” He dips his face and gives me mine. His tongue circles my clit. My head drops back down onto the bed. One of his hands leaves my thigh as he pushes a finger inside of me as he sucks my clit. My back comes off the bed as I cry out his name again. He continues to lick and suck me as if he’s been starved for me.
I’m almost embarrassed about how wet I am, and I’m already close to coming. My core clenches around his finger as he pleasures me. His finger thrusts in and out, then he pushes another one inside of me, hooking it to hit a spot that sends me over the edge.
The orgasm takes me. I barely feel the pinch of pain with all the pleasure still humming through my body. He kisses each of my thighs as my eyes flutter open to look down at him. He rises to his knees between my legs. He picks up my white panties that are lying next to me on the bed. I watch as he wipes the evidence of my virginity from his fingers. That had to have been the small bit of pain I felt. My face warms, and I feel a little shy, but Marco looks starved for me. It’s almost as if he derived pleasure from seeing the blood on his fingers. Almost primal. I think that’s what these Davinci men are. Men who go after what they want. Nothing stands in their way. If watching Nick with Sophia showed me anything, it’s that Davincis protect and love their women with everything inside of them. The woman’s needs always seem to come first. I’d come first for Marco. He’d protect me with his own life he’d said. How can that really be so bad?
“I want you to feel nothing but pleasure the first time I slide into you.” He pockets the panties in his jeans as he gets up, then pulls them down his legs. He doesn't take his boxer briefs off. My eyes go round at the outline of his cock.
“I’m not sure that’s possible.” I lean up onto my elbows to get a better look at him. He really is gorgeous. His lips still glisten with the remnants of my arousal, which makes him even more sexy to me. “Marco,” I say, breathless.
“Yeah, babydoll?”
“I think it’s time you make this good girl bad.” I barely finish the words before he removes his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, and my mouth waters to taste him but he’s already climbing in between my legs. He kisses his way up to my lips.
“I’ll take you any way you want to be. Good or bad, babydoll. As long as you’re mine.” He kisses my mouth before he lines himself up with my entrance. “I’m going to go as slow as I can until you adjust to me.” He slowly pushes inside. A groan escapes him as I try to get used to him. After a moment, I wiggle a bit, trying to get him to push into me more.
“I need more.” My body is aching to be filled with him. For him to give it the pleasure it knows he can. Marco’s breathing is heavy, and he looks as though this is taking every bit of willpower he has.
“Please,” I say as I grab his ass, urging him to give me what I want. One of his hands digs into the bedding beside my head. The other goes to the headboard, grabbing hold. I wrap myself around him as he finally starts to thrust in and out of me.
I pull him down, kissing him as another orgasm pushes through me. I nip at his lip. His body jerks over mine. “Babydoll,” he warns.
“I might like being a little bad.” I dig my fingers into his hair and lift my hips with him, meeting his thrusts.
He locks eyes with me. “I love you every way.”
My breath hitches. Love. It sparks everything inside of me as I come again. I cling to him as he shatters my world with the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt, his warm release spilling deep inside me. I pray he doesn't shatter my heart too.
Or maybe I just shattered my own.
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