I don’t know what’s tiring me more? The multiple orgasms I had in the limo or even on the plane or the fact that he doesn’t leave me alone for a minute. It’s as if he loves watching me come every time. He hasn’t fucked me yet. That would be too easy. Earlier, he had his cock in between my legs, just rubbing it near my entrance without putting it in.

Now, he says that we need a shower. He hasn’t even shown me around his home. The island. His ‘little paradise’ as he called it from the moment we landed here.

He dragged me into the shower, saying we need to clean up before the game begins, I don’t even know how to tell him I’m a virgin, that I’ve never been touched, but after he commented on me being so tight. I have a feeling he already knows.

“You’re clean now,” he smirks as he presses himself against me. He smirks again, “I feel dirty.”

Wow, he’s letting me take care of him. Something that’s been off limits until now. I love the idea of being to explore his body in detail, so I don’t hesitate in scooping up the soap and getting to work.

His muscles take my breath away, and I take my time dragging my fingers through every groove. I love the fact that he may be older than me, but he takes care of himself. Every part of him is so defined, and he’s so damn sexy.

I take my time while occasionally brushing his cock. I’ve never done this with another man, and he doesn’t fluster when I do it. I don’t put it in my hand as tempted as I am to do it. I’ve never touched a cock before, and the idea of touching his feels as if I’ve been given a gift before Christmas day.

I want to play with my gift, and I spin him to face his island, to look out to the sea out there. It’s too dark to see outside, but I want him to have a piece of what he did to me only a few minutes ago.

I brush my breasts against his skin while my hands cup his ass. I feel like a bad girl, a naughty one as I admire the firmness of his ass. “You’re so tight,” I purr as I find myself holding it and trying to squeeze it in my hand. It’s as if it’s so damn hard and it’s fighting against the grip of my hands.

I spin him around, he’s a lot stronger than me, but I’m trying to make a point of feeling as if I’m in control of him.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He turns around and lifts up his hands as if he’s surrendering to me.

I know he’s not, but he loves the fun and games. I suppose I do too in his walk-in shower that could fit at least four other people. I wonder if he’s done that a few times. Played with other women, debating which one to take at which time, I suppose tonight’s my lucky night. He’s letting me control him…just as I planned on doing for the rest of his life. “I want to return the favor. I want you to feel the way you made me feel in the limo, plane and as soon as we came through the door.”

He smirks as if he’s permitting me to take him. “Be my guest!”

He looks down at his obvious erection, and I fall to my knees and wrap my soapy hands around his length, he growls the moment I do it.

At first, his hips start to rock gently as I start to stroke him. I stroke him as my hand slides over his hot skin. It’s as if the more he’s turned on, the more he grows as his head swells and pulses in my grip. I want him so badly. I start dreaming about him fucking me. Wishing I were bent over and he took me right now.

He grabs my hand and stops me from taking him in my mouth any longer. He wants me as much as I want him.

I look up and ask, “What happened to me pleasuring you?”

“I need to be inside of you right now. I’ve waited long enough,” he says as he pulls me to the feet.

He loops his hands under my legs and lifts me so we’re the same level. Then he locks his lips and starts fucking my mouth with his tongue as he takes one step forward and puts my back against the wall. He slams himself inside of me with his cock and it happens so quickly I don’t even have any time to react.

I feel as if he’s lit a fire underneath my skin. His mouth continues to plunder into mine as he rams himself inside of me. I thought that it would hurt so badly, but it seems as if maybe the way that he fucked me with his tongue and finger that it opened me up so much that I don’t feel the burning sensation I expected from my first time. Or maybe it’s being fucked in the shower that’s making it more about pleasure than pain. He goes deeper and deeper as he takes more and more of me. I feel as if I’m possessed by him as I can feel every part of him trembling, but yet in control as I feel the most sensual experience happening to me and I’m enjoying every part of it.

I can feel the cold tiles on my back, the steam misting my skin and the air that’s screaming sex all around us. I expected my first time to be in bed with him looking at me and I would know that this is the last thing he takes from me.

Everything about my experience with Marco has been different from what I expected it to be. It’s as if I’ve lost control, as I feel lost in the moment.

No, I’m lost in Marco.

And there’s nothing I can do as I start to come and Marco knows it too.

“Look at me, when you come!”

Why does he want to see me?

I can’t fight the feeling or deny his command as I look at him and I hold on to his stare as I feel that he’s sending me into a trance. I feel a wave of ecstasy building up inside of me.

“You’re so fucking hot when you come!”

I can’t help but scream as my climax rips through my body. This isn’t like when he fucked me with his tongue or even his fingers. This is better than that, and I know this as he slips out of me. He didn’t come, this was just the beginning for him because he’s still rock hard. He lowers me to the ground and growls, “I hope that you enjoyed it. I’m going to be fucking you all night long.”

I try to catch my breath as I know it’s not just going to be tonight, but all weekend.

“You mean all weekend long.”

He barks, “Good. You’re learning. Now, let’s get you onto the bathroom sink so I can fuck you some more.”

I know I don’t have any choice, because like everything, his command needs to be followed, and I never have a choice. Not if I want it all to go according to plan. But I’m worried that it’s not my plan, but his.