by Krista Lakes
As if to say, “Yes, take them off”, she lifted her butt from the bed to aid him in getting her undressed. Marco pulled her panties down and slipped them all the way off. Then he immediately brought his mouth back to where he had left off, which was just a few inches below her belly button. Sabrina opened her legs, as Marco dragged his tongue downward. Anticipation filled her as he neared her most sensitive area. He let his lips dance just above it, delicately teasing her.
Sabrina reached down and gently gripped a handful of Marco's hair. She was aching now, needing his touch. The teasing was only making it worse.
“Marco, please,” she begged, her words stumbling out in a breath.
He kissed just above her pussy once more and then moved his face downward. As his tongue collided with her clit, a powerful wave of ecstasy filled her. She squeezed the handful of his hair and pulled his face against her. He let out a growl. The vibration from his throat transmitted toward her, making the pleasure even more intense. Then worked the same magic on her flower as he had on her nipples. He lapped at her sensitive clit, with just the right amount of pressure.
Sabrina leaned her head back into the pillows. She let go of Marco's hair and then brought her hands to her sides, firmly grabbing the comforter below her. It was sensory overload. Every part of her body lit on fire. Each lap of Marco's tongue brought another pulse of sensation. Her legs trembled as she relaxed them over his shoulders. He pleasured her like this for just a minute or so and then he finally pulled away. She looked forward, watching as Marco crawled off of the bed and went to the dresser to get a condom. As he walked back, he slipped it on and then positioned himself in front of her once again.
She was tingling now, every cell in her body rippling from the after effects of the sensations that she was experiencing. Her eyes were locked onto Marco, as he opened her legs and positioned himself between them. He was erect between her thighs and his tip brushed her opening.
Marco clenched his jaw as he held his body over Sabrina's. Their eyes were locked as he moved his hips into the right spot. Then he pressed forward, slowly entering her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her jaw dropped as a deep wave of sensation filled her from head to toe. Marco slid his entire length in. Sabrina wrapped her hands around his back, digging her fingers into his muscles, as they made love. He started slow, but it wasn't long before he had quickened his pace. Their bodies were entangled, moving steadily in a rhythmic dance that had Sabrina's head spinning.
She watched him as he moved. His muscles flexed and relaxed to his cadence. His fair fell down across his face, messy and tangled from when she had grabbed at it. It made him look sexy, though. It gave him an edgy appearance, like something a rock star would have.
Marco leaned forward and kissed her. Sabrina wrapped her legs around his waist. The small change of position caused the pleasure to intensify. Marco's thickness was now creating a powerful friction against her clit with each thrust. She squealed out in pleasure, gripping his shoulders at the same time.
“Yes, like that,” she panted. “Just like that.”
He kept pace, entering her with the movement of a piston. He was rhythmic and steady, going in as deep as possible each time. Sabrina became lost in ecstasy, too overwhelmed with bliss to even remember to breath. The pleasure intensified with each pump of Marco's cock. The sensation built up inside of her, pushing her further and further toward orgasm.
Once again, she clutched the blanket on either side of her. A soft moan escaped her lips as the pleasure combined into one glorious moment of orgasm. She drew in a breath, letting the final wave of ecstasy soak through every part of her being. A burst of wetness flowed out of her and onto Marco's cock. She kept her eyes closed for a moment, frozen by the onslaught of sensation. When she finally opened them, she let go of the blanket and noticed that her hands were trembling.
Marco slowed his pace down but continued making love to her. A light layer of sweat now covered his skin, accentuating his muscular definition even further. Sabrina touched his forearms, dancing her fingertips all the way to his shoulders.
“You are so gorgeous,” he said, locking his eyes with hers. “I want you on top of me.”
Sabrina nodded and her lips curled up into a playful grin. “Okay.”
Marco pulled out and then laid on his back. Sabrina straddled over his lap, letting his crown hover just below her entrance. His hands went to her breasts. His eyes moved up and down her body. The way he looked at her was special. She could sense it. It made her feel like he truly meant it when he called her gorgeous.
With her hands on Marco's chest, she dropped her weight, allowing his length to slide inside once again. He let out a groan and closed his eyes, fondling her breasts at the same time. Sabrina began to ride him, moving her body up and down slowly. It felt amazing, but what she enjoyed the most was watching the look of pleasure that was written all over Marco's face. Each of her movements caused his eyes to roll back a little further and his hands to squeeze her breasts a little harder. She enjoyed the feeling of being able to give him the kind of pleasure that he had given her.
It didn't take long. Within a couple of minutes, the expression on Marco's face changed. His cheeks flushed and the outside of his lips curled into a grimace. He dropped his hands to her thighs and squeezed them. Then he took control of the movement by bucking his hips upward.
“I'm coming,” he groaned, his hands slipping around to her behind.
Sabrina bit her bottom lip as she watched Marco climax. Every inch of her was burning for him, wanting this moment. He drew in a breath and held it. His eyes were closed and his muscles tensed. There were a few seconds of quiet, followed by an animal-sounding grunt escaping from Marco's throat. Slowly, Marco opened his eyes. He looked dazed yet content.
Sabrina leaned close and Marco placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. She touched his cheek, letting her fingers get tickled by his beard stubble. Her legs still trembled as she straddled him, the after-effects of her intense orgasm still seeping through her. She slowly pulled her lips away from his and then laid next to him on the bed. She was exhausted, but in the best of ways.
“You're amazing,” Marco said, turning to face her.
She cuddled up to him, wrapping her arm over his torso. “You're pretty amazing yourself.”
It was, with no exaggeration, the best sex she had ever had in her life. It was filled with passion, lust, desire, attraction and... love?
Is it possible that I could actually fall for this guy this quickly? she asked herself, as she drew imaginary circles over his abdominal muscles. It hasn't even been a week.
Sabrina couldn't deny the emotion inside of her. Marco was everything she could have ever wanted. But that wasn't enough to allow her to open her heart to him just yet. Sure, the sex was incredible, but there were still so many unanswered questions.
I don't even know where he's from, or how he got all this money, and I can't find out, she thought. The only thing I know is that being with him feels amazing. But is that enough?
She closed her eyes, resting into Marco's warm body. Her thoughts faded in and out as a much-needed sleep approached. Questions bounced around her brain. She wondered if this was just a casual event for Marco or if he really liked her and would be interested in something more serious. In an effort to be avoid disappointment, though, she decided she'd be okay with no matter how things turned out.
Worst case scenario, Marco and I will get to enjoy each others’ company for a couple of weeks until he goes home, she thought. And I guess I can live with that.
Safe in Marco's arms, Sabrina let her thoughts pass. With her mind relaxed and her body exhausted, she drifted off into the deepest sleep she had had in years.
Chapter 11
Marco
Marco found himself in a dream. In it, he was standing on a beach, his bare feet digging into the hot sand. He looked out across the ocean as the warm breeze blew the smell of saltwater toward him.
He knew where he was, and didn't even have to look around to find out. Orsino Island, his home. It was obvious, because even though he was dreaming, he could feel the nostalgia of that point on the beach. He'd spent countless summers there as a child and many days there as an adult. It was a place that only he knew about. A place where he could go to get away from all of the stresses of life.
But in this dream, something felt noticeably different. There was a hand gripping his own. It pulled his attention away from the ocean view and when he looked over to his side, he saw a beautiful and fair-skinned girl standing next to him. She was wearing an elegant white dress, which fell almost all the way to the sand. She glanced toward him and smiled, taking Marco's breath away.
Sabrina, he thought. What's she doing here?
She gazed into his eyes, her lips curling up into a warm smile. His knees became wobbly, but his heart burst with joy. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that this experience was only a dream, but it felt so real. The sunshine warmed his skin and he could taste the air. He was even pretty sure that he could smell Sabrina's perfume. The moment was perfect and he didn't want to wake up. He could have stayed there forever.
There was so much he wanted to tell her. He wanted to make sure she knew exactly how he felt, how much she made his heart pound with joy.
Marco parted his lips to speak, but before he could utter a sound, a flash of lightning hit nearby. It shook the ground and when he glanced back toward the ocean he noticed that the sky had turned black. A violet storm had come rushing in within seconds, taking them by surprise.
“Marco, we should go,” Sabrina said, pulling on his hand. Fear filled her voice.
But Marco couldn't budge. He couldn't stop looking toward the ocean. Just above the horizon, there was a face in the clouds. It was unrecognizable at first. But as the sky shifted, it became more and more clear. It was the image of his stepmother, Magdalena. Her face filled an area the size of the sun. Her lips were curled into an evil grin and she was laughing hysterically.
“What in the hell is going on?” Marco asked. “What are you doing, Magdalena?”
Magdalena stopped laughing. Dark clouds swirled around her face in the sky, as if they were trying to avoid her. She brought her gaze past Marco and straight to Sabrina, her eyes sharpening. “You don't belong here, commoner.” Her wretched voice boomed and shook the ground harder than the thunder.
Marco became defensive, wishing to protect Sabrina, who was still tugging on his arm to leave. Strikes of lightning shot from the sky and collided with ground, just a few feet away from them. The sound was deafening and the energy from it nearly knocked Marco over. But he didn't care. He wasn't going to budge. He was going to stand there and get hit by the lightning if that's what it took.
Sabrina is not a commoner, he thought. And I'm done getting pushed around by stepmother.
He was about shout at Magdalena and give her a piece of his mind, but then everything became quiet. The lightning stopped and the image of his stepmother in the sky faded away as the dark clouds cleared. A moment later, the only sound that could be heard was that of a honking horn.
What the... he thought.
Marco's eyes shot open and he squinted immediately as the morning light from the hotel window entered them. The sound of the horn that had pulled him from his dream was still there, followed by someone shouting in traffic outside the hotel. Marco sat up, letting the blanket fall to his waist. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and his heart beat rapidly in his chest.
What was that all about? he asked himself, as he tried to get his heart rate back to normal. I haven't had a dream that intense in a very long time.
When he looked over to the other side of the bed, he saw Sabrina laying there, still sound asleep. The sunlight blanketed her face, illuminating her features. A strand of her light brown hair fell across her forehead, contrasting against her fair skin. Marco couldn't help but to smile as he gazed at her. And the warm feeling he had experienced in the dream, the one before Magdalena had shown up, returned to him. It was the feeling of love, or maybe just a serious crush. He couldn't be sure. All he knew is that he felt something toward Sabrina and it was powerful.
Could I love this girl? He asked himself. Is it possible that she's the real reason I came on this trip? Was I destined to meet her?
Marco was most certainly one to pay attention to his dreams. He never wrote them off as meaningless and would constantly try to make a point to find their reason.
With that in mind, he realized that there were two main themes that he had noticed during his dream. One, was that he was falling in love with Sabrina and he couldn't deny it to himself. The other, was that Magdalena would most certainly disapprove of it. Of course, Marco didn't need to have a dream in order to realize that Magdalena wouldn't approve of his choices, but it did bring to light the fact that she would be the biggest hurdle he'd have.
It wouldn't have been the first time, either. Every time Marco had ever wanted to get serious with a girl, his stepmother would step in to prevent it somehow. She'd sabotage the relationship one way or the other, usually with the excuse that the particular girl was “no good for the royal family.” Marco knew that Sabrina would be no different in Magdalena's eyes. But his heart ached longingly for this so-called commoner who laid next to him in the bed. This girl was different and special.
I want to be able to love whomever I want, he thought. This is my life, isn't it? Shouldn't a man be able to live it how he sees fit and love whatever woman steals his heart?
He quietly crawled off the bed, so as not to disturb Sabrina. After slipping on his black silk robe, he walked out to the living room and sat on the couch. He'd tried to fight it at first, but it was becoming clear to him that he was legitimately falling for this woman. She had taken him off guard from the moment they met for her interview. Something about the way she carried herself, so innocent yet strong. And genuine. Sabrina was the most genuine girl he'd ever met and was beautiful in ways that he couldn't put into words.
There is no way that I can let a girl like this slip through my fingers, he thought. I don't care what Magdalena or my father will say about it. If she'll have me, I will be her man, regardless of the opinions of my family. Tradition will not stand in my way.
Marco was resolute in his thinking. The decision to attempt an actual relationship with Sabrina excited him. Traditions and royal blood lines were a thing of the past. Sabrina was his future. He had a couple more weeks before he had to go back home and he hoped that he'd be able to convince her to go with him once that time came. Granted, he had no clue whether or not she'd actually want to but he figured by the time the vacation was over, he'd at least have a pretty good idea.
He got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. He also ordered room service for the two of them from the TV menu. This included eggs, bacon and bagels. After he was done with that, he walked across the hotel suite and outside to the back patio. The morning sun warmed his skin and he closed his eyes as he faced it.
I've got just a couple of weeks to convince Sabrina to be my girl, he thought. A few more days in New York and then we'll be heading to Hawaii for the remainder of the vacation. Is that enough time to convince a girl that I'm the one for her? I guess it'll have to be.
Marco's mind whirled with ideas. He wanted to squeeze every drop he could from the short amount of time that he had left with Sabrina. There was not a minute to waste.
I'm not sure what I'll end up doing about Magdalena, but I do know that if I really love this girl then I need to show it in as many ways as I can. She and I need to have a solid and firm relationship if we are to have a chance at facing Magdalena's wrath. Of course, all of this hinges on whether or not Sabrina feels the same about me as I do her. That's something I need to find out.
Sabrina became Marco's focus. Sure, he was excited about doing a little bit more traveling, but he was quickly becoming much more interested in the girl he was with. New York City seemed drab
and boring compared to the beauty she carried in a single smile. He was looking forward to the next couple of weeks to see what it would bring.
The image of the dream he had experienced earlier that morning flashed into his mind. He thought about the beginning of it when he had been standing on the beach, holding hands with Sabrina. His heart swelled as he relived it, hoping that there was a chance that at least that part of the dream could become a reality. Meanwhile, he prayed that the second half of the dream when, the part when Magdalena reared her ugly head and ruined everything, was only a figment of his imagination.
I guess I'll find out soon enough how things will play out, he thought, as he turned around and walked back inside as he heard Sabrina rise from the bed. Meanwhile, I've got to make the most of the time Sabrina and I have together.
Chapter 12
Sabrina
Sabrina felt the warmth of the morning sun on her face, but didn't want to open her eyes quite yet. She was so cozy and comfortable underneath the blanket. Even the honking horns and revving engines from the traffic outside didn't disturb her.
In the living room, she could hear Marco walking around and humming quietly to himself. Her lips curled up into a smile as she listened.
I guess it wasn't just a dream, she thought.
His footsteps got closer and she felt his hand touch her shoulder.
“Wake up, sleepy,” he whispered. “We have a lot do to today.”
She rolled over to face him and opened her eyes. Marco stood next to the bed, wearing nothing but a black robe.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Marco said, smiling. “I ordered room service and it should be here in a few minutes.”