Bella
With both of us training for the upcoming fight, Marco and I have been busy. My mom is helping with Micaela, which has been truly a godsend. I’m still sleeping in my own bed and we haven’t been intimate anymore, either. According to Marco, the best way of taking things slow and proving himself is to also take a step back from being sexual. I brought up the subject once and he said he wants to have my trust, and for me to be sure of us before we are together again, sexually.
That doesn’t mean we never kiss or touch. We do. We hang out on the couch almost every night talking about our day. We’re finding our friendship again and it feels good. It feels like we have started fresh. It’s how I imagine a new relationship would go. Slowly learning about each other intimately before taking the next step, sexually. I know it sounds stupid because we have already been together, but I appreciate Marco recognizing we need to connect and get to know each other on a deeper level. It’s easy to have sex with someone. It’s a lot harder to connect with them on an emotional level. I’m glad we have taken a step back and are trying to do this the right way.
I have signed up for my fall classes, which start in a couple months. After my fall semester, I will have two more semesters of classes left and then will be able to graduate. I’m on the couch with my laptop, uploading some new pictures of Micaela when Marco sticks his phone in my face.
“Let’s go away.”
I look at the photo on his phone. “Isn’t that in California? Like as in where we just moved from?”
“Yes, but I want you to meet my cousin, Mathias, and I would also like to visit Logan. You never got to meet him. We can fly out for the weekend, just the two of us.”
“You mean leave Micaela?” I gasp.
“Belles, she’s five months old. Your parents can watch her for the weekend. We’ll have fun. I’ll rent us a hotel near Mathias.”
The thought of being a plane ride away from my daughter is terrifying but it would be nice to get away with Marco, maybe discuss taking the next step with us. Marco has been proving himself and I am ready to go all in.
“Ok.”
Four days later we are on a plane to San Diego. Being this close to Tristan and not seeing him makes me sad, but like he asked of me, I have given him his space.
“What’s wrong, Belles?” Marco takes my hand in his, entwining our fingers. He brings our joined hands up to his lips and gives my knuckles soft kisses.
I almost consider lying to him, but instead go with the truth. “I just wish Tristan was talking to me. The idea of going to San Diego and not seeing him makes me sad.”
Marco lifts the seat divider and pulls me into his side, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. “He just needs time. If your friendship is as strong as I think it is, he’ll come around.”
“I’m going to need you to keep me busy this weekend.” When I replay how that sounded I feel my cheeks warm up.
“Oh, baby,” Marco murmurs into my ear, placing a kiss to my earlobe then biting down and lightly pulling. “I will gladly keep you busy all weekend.”
We get to the hotel and it’s late so Marco tells me we will visit Mathias and Logan tomorrow. We are on the first floor with an ocean view and as soon as we drop our luggage down, I open the sliding glass door to feel the breeze.
“Let’s go sit on the beach,” Marco suggests.
Grabbing a blanket from the linen closet and changing into comfortable clothes, we make our way down and find a secluded spot to sit. The sun has already gone down and the beach around us looks abandoned. Marco drops himself on top of the blanket and pulls me down after. My back is pressed up against his front and I am snuggled in between his muscular thighs.
Dusting my hair to the side, Marco kisses down my neck then places several kisses on my shoulder. “I never imagined in a million years we would get to a place in our lives where I could take you away and sit on the beach, kissing you and it be ok. It’s like a dream come true.”
“Who said it’s ok? Did I give you permission to touch my body?” Marco stiffens but when I start to giggle, he relaxes.
“Don’t fuck with me, Belles. This body is mine.” He growls into my ear, nipping at my lobe. Turning quickly, before he can react, I pounce on him, his back hitting the ground, my legs falling on either side of him. I grab a hold of his hands with both of mine and pin them down like I would do in the octagon.
“Yours, huh?” Taking both of his huge hands into one of mine, I use my other hand to pull up his shirt, exposing his perfectly chiseled abs. Leaning forward, I place open-mouthed kisses down Marco’s torso. My arms are too short, so my hand slips from his as I work downwards but he leaves his hands up over his head like I’m still holding him down.
“Does that mean, your body is mine?” I kiss each one of the indentations of his abs until I get to the top of his board shorts.
“I am definitely yours.”
“To do with as I please?” I look up through my lashes to see Marco giving me a smoldering look that just about melts my panties off.
“Whatever the fuck you want to do with.”
I look around me to make sure we are alone before I pull Marco’s already hardened length out of his shorts. Putting my mouth over the mushroom head, I swirl my tongue around tasting the salty precum. He groans and bucks slightly. His hands, no longer pretending to be held above his head, come down as he grips my hair like it’s his lifeline.
Starting at the bottom, I glide my wet tongue slowly up his shaft until I get back to the head, licking the droplets of cum he keeps releasing. My eyes connect with his, and keeping my eyes on his, I tilt my head slightly, taking him all the way down my throat. Marco loses the stare down as his eyes roll back and he lets out a guttural moan that has my clit throbbing in anticipation.
I close my eyes and start to work his dick over. Stroking. Sucking. Slurping. I give his dick the attention one would give to their favorite lollipop. Suddenly Marco’s grip gets tighter on my mane as he pulls my mouth off him, my lips making a popping sound. I can’t help but pout, which causes him to chuckle.
“Get your ass over here, Belles.” I’m confused at first as to what he wants, but Marco sits up and grabbing my thighs, pulls my bottom half toward him showing me what he wants. He pulls my cotton shorts and panties down then places each of my legs on either side of his head. He spreads my sex open and his mouth is on my clit in two-point-five seconds. I moan in pleasure as his teeth bite down on my clit, his tongue swiping immediately after to soothe it. Still hovering over Marco’s dick only in the opposite direction, I go back to sucking him off, only this time with a renewed purpose.
Not being able to see what Marco is doing to me but being able to feel it, is the biggest turn on. I can feel his hands grabbing my ass, feel his tongue all over my folds and clit. I suck and he licks. I slurp and he bites. I take his dick all the way down my throat and he… slips a finger into my ass! I gasp at the intrusion but when his tongue massages harder, I just about lose it.
I continue to suck and pump, as Marco licks me and fingers my ass. It feels amazing, better than I would have thought. I never want this to end. My sex is throbbing and my clit is pulsing and my ass—fuck! It just all feels so good and I know, as much as I want this feeling to last forever, I am going to explode. I want so badly to get Marco off first, but as my climax rises higher and higher, I know it’s not going to happen.
His tongue presses down on my clit one last time as his finger presses down harder. Heat spreads through my body as my orgasm rips through me, my entire body shaking. I can barely stay up on my knees, my legs weak from the pleasure.
Marco lifts me up and off him, my limp and relaxed body rolling onto my back and then he is on top of me—his hands palms down on either side of my head. My hands grip his biceps as he enters me with such force that if I wasn’t holding onto him, I would be slammed into tomorrow. My legs wrap around his back as he pumps into me almost violently, nearly taking my breath away. I gasp but before I can make any noise, his mouth crashes onto mine, his tongue entering, the tastes of me mixed with him assaulting my senses.
His thrusts get more frantic and he goes harder, deeper into me, his shaft rubbing against my clit until I am wound so tight my body has no choice but to let go. And it does, all around Marco’s dick. My orgasm sets off a domino effect and seconds later, I feel Marco pulsing inside of me as he fills me up completely.
He thrusts a few more times before coming to a complete standstill, his dick still throbbing inside of me, his mouth still pressed up against mine.
Then he pushes up a little so our mouths are close but not touching. “I know I promised to take things slow, Belles. But you have to know, you’re mine, baby. Mine.” He growls out the last word then kisses me hard one last time before pulling out of me.
“And you’re mine,” I reply, earning me a huge smile.
He hands me his shirt so I can clean up then hands me my shorts and panties to put them back on. We both stand and he shakes out the blanket. Then, with his hand on my lower back, guides us back up to the hotel room where we spend the rest of the night proving our statements to be true.