It felt as if no time had passed, I still knew his body and the way he felt inside of me but this encounter was new and exciting. It was as if our bodies were discovering each other again. Everything felt familiar and yet brand new.
I could barely stand it, it felt like I was going to lose my mind over how good he felt inside of me.
"I love this," I moaned and sat up, my breasts thrusting out and my hair spilling down my back. I placed a hand on each thigh and felt the way my body moved from the force of his thrusting. I felt energized and powerful, beautiful and amazing.
My hands moved in between my thighs and I pulled them wider, exposing more of myself for Marcus.
He looked down at my pussy, his eyes burned with lust and desire and he said, "Touch yourself, Bay. Play with your clit."
I opened my cleft and began to finger my own clit, gasped at the double sensation of him inside of me and the risqué nature of masturbating for his gaze.
"You like this?" I asked breathily. "You like it when I play with it? It's all for you, it's all yours."
"I love that hot, tight little cunt of yours," he rasped and slid slowly inside, hesitated and watched me masturbate.
As I hit a sensitive spot, I gasped and my pussy clenched around his shaft.
"Oh fuck," he moaned and I tilted my hips to draw him in deeper. "I love you...I love you so fucking much."
"I love you too," I said and ran my finger along my swollen clit. "I want you to fuck me, Marcus. I want to feel you pounding my pussy hard and fast."
He growled and sat up, keeping an arm around me so he could stay deep inside, he rolled over with me.
Somehow we managed to stay connected, and before I knew it I was on my back with my legs wide open. I clawed at him, dragged him into me and wrapped my legs around his hips.
"Fuck me," I moaned and dug my nails into his back like claws. "Please, fuck me hard Marcus. Please..."
I couldn't get enough of him. Our bodies moved together in waves, a perfect symmetry of motion and emotion that rocked me along towards my orgasm like I was floating on the surface of an ocean of pleasure.
I couldn't hang on any longer and I felt an explosion forming behind my eyes. I squeezed them shut and began to give into the bliss.
"Look at me, Bay," Marcus commanded and slammed into me. "Look at me when you come for me."
My eyes snapped open and our eyes locked together. I cried out and the orgasm caught me at last, leaving me gasping and sobbing his name.
My stomach was filled with molten lava and my limbs were light, as if they'd float lighter than air if I just let go.
I felt unhinged, like my joints had loosened and I might become boneless and limp with exhausted bliss the moment my orgasm finished rocking me from the very core.
"That's it," Marcus growled and thrust hard three more times, then stopped and joined me in our mutual release. "Come for me, Bay...come for me..."
His body stiffened and he covered me, poised over me as his cock throbbed and swelled inside my fluttering pussy. I felt his hot cum explode inside of me and I clung to him as we groaned our orgasm together.
At last he lowered himself down and kissed my neck, kissed my cheek, my lips and my eyelids. He settled on my forehead, kissing it and then brushing my damp tendrils of hair away, off my face.
"You are everything to me," he said quietly and I felt his cock twitch inside as he spoke. "You are the most incredible, beautiful woman I've ever known. I'm not going to lose you again now that I've found you again."
He was laying half off me, and I loved the weight of him pressing on me. He felt real, his muscled body felt authentic somehow. It was mine, he was mine.
"I'm not going anywhere," I smiled and reached up to run my fingers through his hair. His was as damp as mine, the sweat of our sex clung to both of us. "Now that fate brought us together again like this I think we'd be crazy to turn our backs on it."
"Exactly," he said and I felt him pull out of me at last, leaving me empty and needing more already. He rolled onto his back and I leaned into the curve of his arm, loving how our bodies fit together so perfectly. Like we'd been made for each other, carved from the same stone.
I knew we needed to talk about future though, we had to address it somehow. He was in LA and I was in college on the opposite side of the country. The reality of our life together would have to be discussed, but for now we had tonight.
And I wasn't going to spoil the rest of our time together talking about the boring logistics of daily life.
Not when there was so much sex to be had, and so many things to try.
Everything would work out, but for now I needed him inside of me again.
I reached down with a glint in my eye and began to play with his cock. It was soft from our exertions, but I kissed him and felt it twitch again.
His eyes grew wide and he laughed. "Damn, Bay, are you a witch? You're getting me hard again..."
"I know," I said and grinned. His cock twitched again and began to harden in my persistent hand. I slid down his body and kissed his abs, moved my mouth to his cock and kissed his cock again.
I could smell ourselves on his skin, our combined musk, and I loved it. I loved how our bodies combined together and created our own incredible scent.
I began to suck and Marcus groaned. He reached down and smacked my ass, then pulled me towards him.
I didn't let his cock slip out of my mouth as I switched it up, spread my legs and straddled his chest. I exposed myself to him and he began to lick slowly, matching my rhythm as I took him down my throat.
We kept going, our urgency long gone and replaced with a slow, easy enjoyment.
At some point, before we came, I ended up riding him again.
I lost count of my orgasms, and when he bent me over the side of the bed and slammed into me from behind I thought I lost my mind.
We came together again, and by the morning light I was exhausted, dripping with sweat, my inner thighs were slick from his cum, and my heart had never been fuller.
"Shit," I said as we were drifting off to sleep. "I should let Jen and Sarah know where I am."
"Take my phone," he said and rolled to the side of the bed and grabbed it off the nightstand.
I searched up the number for the castle, called them and left a message and put his phone back on the nightstand. I wiggled back under the covers and laughed because Marcus was already fast asleep.
I studied his face in the early morning light and traced his jawline with my finger.
My heart swelled with love and I felt anger at all the time we'd lost together because of our parent's horrible decisions. I decided to shelve it though, and think about the good things coming to both of us.
Marcus moaned in his sleep and reached for me. I fell down back into the curve of his arm and closed my eyes.
Our breathing began to match and I began to drift off to sleep.
I wished I was able to join him there, that we could dream together, but we couldn't.
So we'd have to make dreams of our own in real life.
We'd have to make our lives better than the dreams we lived in our sleep.
Our love would be greater than anything our imaginations could create.
For once in my life, reality was better than fantasy.
Bay
I adjusted my cap and smiled at myself in the mirror. I had nothing in my teeth. My hair looked good. My make-up was perfect.
And my skin glowed as if lit from within.
Nothing could make me look as good as love from Marcus.
"You look fantastic," Sarah said and applied bright red lipstick to her lips.
Jen was on my other side fussing with her bangs. She'd recently gotten them cut and wasn't completely sure if she loved them yet.
"You guys look amazing too," I said and grinned for real this time. "Can you believe we did it?"
They laughed and couldn't believe it either.
We were graduating today. I was finished my Bac
helor of Science degree at long last.
After this I was hoping to start in at a good medical school and eventually become a doctor.
But enough about that, I'm sure the main reason anybody would read this far is to find out about the most important thing in my life.
My relationship with Marcus.
"Bay, are you almost done in there?" Marcus called out, tapping on the bathroom door of our apartment.
Sarah opened the door and the two girls pushed past Marcus to go find their gowns for the ceremony in an hour at the college.
"I'm done now," I smiled and brushed one more strand of hair off my forehead. "Is mom driving you nuts?"
He shot me an uncomfortable grimace and said, "You might say that. She just made me watch a video of her dogs getting married. Did you know dogs get married now? Well, not all dogs, but your mom's dogs sure do."
"Thank you for keeping her entertained," I said and stood on my tippy toes to kiss him. "It means a lot to me."
"That's why I do it, princess," he said and held me out at arm's length to look me up and down. He whistled in appreciation and said, "Damn. You're so beautiful...no wonder I'll put up with your crazy mom to be with you."
I pulled him down towards me for another kiss and within moments I felt his cock swell in the leg of his dress pants.
"Oh sir," I said in a fake southern accent, waving my hand in front of my face like a fan. "I do believe you're quite aroused."
"You do it to me, Bay," he chuckled. "Damn, now I have to think about something to get rid of this raging boner."
"How about dog weddings?" I laughed.
"Yup, that will do it," he replied and raised an eyebrow. "Promise me you'll never go crazy if I die and leave you alone."
"I can't promise anything," I replied. "But I don't think I'll have to worry. I see us growing old together and dying when we're over a hundred."
"In our sleep, you in my arms," he said softly and brushed the back of his knuckles across my cheek. "I love you, Bay. And I'm so proud of you."
"I love you too," I replied. "And I wouldn't have figured out what I wanted to be if it wasn't for you. I would never have decided on medicine. And I would never have gotten into UCLA."
"It was all your hard work, I just helped you study," he smiled.
"Bay, hurry up!" my mother yelled from the living room.
I rolled my eyes and followed him out of the bathroom to where our guests were waiting for us.
He had helped me though. Being long distance over the past few months had been really hard, but he'd encouraged me and kept me studying by promising me naughty rewards for good grades.
My GPA was impeccable and my body had ached from our explorations, but it had worked.
We loaded into a couple SUVs and got to the college in time for the ceremony. I swear Marcus yelled the loudest when our class was finished, and I loved him even more for it if it was possible.
Afterwards we went to a small party at Sarah's parent's house. They lived in quite a beautiful place with a sweeping back yard and a view of the river. The day was warm and sunny, and I was feeling a little smug with how everything had turned out in my life.
If I hadn't gone to that concert or been locked out of the VIP lounge, things would have been so different.
But somehow fate had decided to correct the course that had separated me from Marcus, my love.
I lounged on a chair in the shade and sipped sangria as I watched Marcus playing badminton with Sarah's bratty little brother.
"He'll make a good father one day," my mother said and took the chair near mine.
I bristled at her suggestion, it still hurt me to this day that she'd played such a big part in keeping us from each other.
She'd apologized once she'd realized that we were in love...and once she realized that we didn't care if people knew about us being step siblings for the few years she and his dad had been married.
I'd never seen Marcus as a brother, not from day one. And from any indication on his part, he'd never seen me as his sister.
Our first meeting had been awkward and we'd been so young, but even back then there had been some kind of magic, some electrical or chemical attraction that had always kept us more interested in each other as lovers than siblings.
I knew I had to forgive my mother eventually, but it might take some time.
I wasn't ready for a fight today though.
I smiled at her and said, "Yeah, he will be a great dad. One day. Maybe after I finish medical school."
"I'm so proud of you," she said after a moment of silence. "I'll miss you but maybe I'll bring Chuckie and Susanne out to LA some time to visit."
"They can call it their honeymoon," I snorted and mom rolled her eyes. My mother wasn't that crazy, but she did love her pugs Chuckie and Susanne...and I think the wedding had been more for a photo shoot for a magazine she had been working on. At least that's what I told myself.
"I know you think I'm silly, but I have fun," she laughed.
"You need a boyfriend," I replied and turned back to watch Marcus. He had stripped off his suit jacket and undone his dress shirt in the hot sun and I caught a glimpse of his wide chest and bulging arms as he dove for the birdie and whacked it over the net.
I knew what I'd be doing later...
I wasn't paying attention to what mom was saying when Marcus caught me staring, blew me a kiss and started to walk towards me. I loved seeing him move, his confident swagger turned me on almost as much as every other damned thing about him.
He had scaled back his work at the firm, but he was still on track to make Junior Partner eventually. Maybe not as soon as he'd hoped, but he'd told me that he'd let the loser single guys work their asses off for the bosses. He had better things to do. Namely, me.
I grinned as our eyes met and he raised his brows.
He gave me an almost shy crooked smile and stood in front of me, looked over at my mom and said, "Did you bring it?"
"Are you doing it now?" Jen shrieked and came running across the grass. "Sarah! Hurry up!"
I was confused to see my friends running towards us, dragging their boyfriends with them.
"What's going on here?" I asked suspiciously.
Mom handed Marcus a velvet box and suddenly I knew.
My stomach felt almost as if it had been filled with butterflies, it fluttered and jumped around so nervously as I realized what Marcus was up to.
He took the box, dropped to one knee in front of me and looked at me with a huge grin on his face.
"This isn't exactly the most romantic way to do this, but I'm afraid I kind of suck at thinking of ways to impress you," he said. "You're perfect and I can't imagine any way to improve upon the love we already have."
I couldn't breathe. I swear I was going to pass out. I felt tears sting the backs of my eyes and I couldn't even blink them away, I couldn't stop staring into his deep, green eyes.
I saw myself reflected there, my face beautiful when seen through his view.
"Bay, I've been wanting to ask you this for years now...and ever since I found you again you know I'll never let you go. So let's make it official...will you be my wife?"
He opened the box and nestled in the velvet there was an incredible princess cut diamond ring that took whatever breath remained in my lungs and sucked it out.
It looked familiar though, and I realized it had once belonged to my grandmother...and old Hollywood film starlet. My eyes flicked to my mother's and she nodded at me.
And I forgave her then, I realized this was her last act of contrition for keeping us apart. Blessing our union by giving me her most precious ring, the one thing she had from her own mother.
"Well?" Sarah said loudly and the crowd gathered broke into nervous laughter.
"She looks like she's going to be sick," Jen whispered and they laughed some more.
Finally my words returned to me and I said, "Yes!! A million time over and over again...YES!"
Everybody began to cheer
and clap and Marcus slid my grandmother's ring onto my finger where it settled in as if it had been made for me. It was a perfect fit.
He stood, bent and helped me to my feet.
He looked down at me and suddenly it felt as if we were alone. I only had eyes for him.
"You've just made me happier than I ever thought I could be," he whispered and kissed me.
And before I had a chance to reply, I kissed him back.
And I knew from that moment on, I would be his wife, his love, and his forever.
And our lives would stretch out in front of us, filled with joy and children and grandchildren...
And nothing would ever keep us apart ever again.
The End.
Ireland Forever Short Stories
Read all the Ireland Forever short stories! Who needs to kiss the Blarney Stone when you can snuggle up to these hot hunks?
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