Heat. There was so much heat.
All-consuming. Scorching. As hot as his brilliantly blue phoenix flame, setting your heart and body alight with lust and so much more. Like he was the sun, and you were happy to burn in his light. Your fingers were dug into his shoulders, leveraging you just as you needed on him.
And there he sits, lounging on that damn chair, eyes wandering over your moving form with such...desire. Eyes dark, mouth open just enough to see his tongue poked out. It emerges to lick his lips in hunger. Content to watch, his hands keeping you in place and steady on your hip and shoulder. Gentle, and yet strong. Pulling and pushing, pressing down and lifting you when he felt like it.
"M-Marco-"
His voice is breathless when he replies. "Don't stop now, yoi."
Your skin was slicked with sweat, sticky and hot, the effort of your hips snapping back and forth to slide your wet cunt over his arousal-coated thigh, making you pant and huff heavy and hot breaths. You'd been going on for...god knows how long. Exhaustion was creeping up, slowly, and yet Marco was calm and clearly just getting started.
So...close...! Fuck, it was just right there. The spark crackled at the base of your spine, low in your core, flashing and heating, cascading ever closer to-
His grip eased you up, lightening the friction against his thigh and edging you just that little bit further from climax. A low and strangled groan is ripped from your throat. His grin widens, and his hand on your shoulder squeezes.
"Not so fast, Y/N, I wanna watch you lose yourself a little longer."
"Pleeeease-!" You keen shamelessly, thrusting your hips down as far as you can to seek out more friction. But Marco's grip on you is strong and solid.
"Begging already?"
"I...I need it." You know you must sound pathetic, but the nerves in your cunt were running the show now, and hell if you weren't gonna listen to them. All you could think of now was reaching that peak and feeling the ecstasy it would provide. "Please, Marco, I want it."
"You wanna cum?" Is his amused tone, out of breath and yet oh-so cocky. "Is that what you want, yoi?"
Without waiting for an answer, he's bearing you down on his thigh again, renewing the spark, the fire within you, and surging you towards that blessed, erotic relief. You're moaning, twitching and writhing on his thigh, bearing down on him as much as you can. It's too much and not enough all at once, and you almost don't recognize your own voice coming from your throat.
"That's it...just like that...good Y/N." He says, helping you along just as he wanted. "The way you sound, riding me like this...using me to your pleasure..." The sound of his voice was doing such delightful things in your head and in your pussy.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes-" You mumble over and over, gasping and pleading and doing whatever possible to reach that peak. Your hips rocked a "S-So close...M-Marco~!"
"Gush all over me." He commands darkly, pushing you down and rubbing your clit at just the right angle and pressure to send you entirely.
Mouth open in a strangle sob of pleasure, your release hits hard and fast, and your juices drench his already soaked thigh. You're a ruined mess, the tensing of your muscles making you quiver upon his leg. And as you come down, you're boneless and limp in his hands, panting with exhaustion.
"Well, well...that was something, yoi." Marco gives a little chuckle, placing a kiss upon your sweaty forehead. "You're so beautiful when you come apart."
You're too drained to reply, and only offer a pleased hum, still riding high from your orgasm. With his arms still around you, cradling you in your post-sex high, you were You were so glad he'd suggested all of this.
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