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The rain taps rhythmically on the windows, the sound of it soothing, just loud enough to drown out the sounds of the outside world. It makes you want to forget where you are, forget what time it is, what you had planned on doing today, makes you want to forget everything but him, everything but Marc.
He’s braced over you, forearms on either side of your head as he kisses you sloppily, deeply. He grinds into you, hips pushing you down into the plush mattress with every thrust, the slight squeak of the bed mixing with the soft pants and moans you exchange as you kiss. You get lost in him, running your hands lazily up and down his back, over his shoulders, up his neck, and back down toward his ass.
You’d had other plans, plans to spend the day with Marc outside—maybe grab breakfast at the cafe downstairs or have a picnic at the park across the street—but waking up to the rain had quickly quashed them.
Can’t say you’re too disappointed by that at the moment, though.
You break the kiss with a gasp as Marc shifts, his cock hitting that special place inside you. He grunts as you flutter around him, his warm breath puffing against your lips as he pulls your leg higher over his hip.
“You close, baby?” he rasps, jaw tightening as he somehow sinks even deeper inside you. “Gonna come for me? Hmm?”
You whine his name as pleasure sings through your body, his fingertips digging into your thigh as he holds onto you, his thrusts becoming sloppier, faster. Thunder rumbles in the distance, the rain falling quicker now, beating harder against your window. His nose bumps against yours as he leans in, searching for your lips, and you sigh just before he claims them again.
You’re close, so close, can feel the coil inside you tightening, about to snap, the heat building and building—
Marc’s groan is choked as you come, your body bowing and shaking beneath him as you drench his cock with your release. The wet squelch of his thrusts is loud in your ears despite the rain now as he fucks you through it, prolonging it.
He’s still hard inside you as you come down, his face hovering over yours as he watches you closely. You smile at him, reaching up a hand to cup his cheek in your palm, his dark curls tickling the tips of your fingers. He smiles back, shifting slightly to press a gentle kiss against your wrist.
“Okay?” he asks, eyes roving your face.
You hum, pulling his mouth down to yours for a quick, sweet kiss. “That’s one way to put it.”
He sniffs a laugh, stealing another kiss as he begins to grind into you again. You’re still a little sensitive, but the gentle stimulation is pleasurable all the same. You hold onto him as he works himself (and you) back up, smothering the soft little noises he makes with your lips. He groans, breaking your kiss when you begin to meet his thrusts, his brow furrowing in concentration.
“You’re doing so good, Marc,” you praise, running your hands up and down his back soothingly. “So good.”
He swallows thickly, eyes watching you closely for a moment before leaning in. His pace never falters, even as he shifts, bringing his hand down between your legs. You whine when he circles your clit with the tip of his thumb, the pleasure building inside you once more. He groans when you clench around him, pulling his lip between his teeth as he slowly pushes you toward the edge again.
“Please don’t stop,” you plead, pulling weakly at his shoulders.
Suddenly he’s not close enough, not deep enough. You want to be covered by him, surrounded, you want to drown in him. He seems to understand what you need, shifting again so he’s draped over you, hands fisting in the sheets on either side of your head, his thrusts quicker, harder.
You moan, peaked nipples brushing against his chest as he presses in closer, resting his forehead against yours. Your hands slide down his back, goosebumps raising on his skin, as he continues thrusting into you. He’s so close, you know he is, can tell by his clenched jaw, half-lidded, almost black eyes—but he’s holding himself back, he’s waiting for you.
“It’s okay, baby,” you breathe, your hands sliding down to cup the muscled cheeks of his ass. “Let go for me.”
Marc groans, burying his face into your neck, thrusting into you rapidly as you cling to him, as you whisper encouragement in his ear. Your breath catches as you reach your peak again, but this time it’s softer, warmth flooding your body, making your fingers and toes tingle pleasantly. The gentle fluttering of your cunt is enough to finally drag Marc over the edge, his moan smothered in the crook of your neck as he empties himself inside you.
You stay connected, entwined, for what feels like hours, the constant patter of the rain against the windows soothing, lulling you both back to sleep. When you wake again later, you’re beneath a plush duvet you don’t recall pulling over yourself, the afternoon sun streaming in through the windows. Marc lay on his belly, his face half-buried in his pillow, arm curled loosely around your waist. For a moment, you just watch him, smiling softly, marveling at how peaceful he looks in sleep, how content. Then you shift closer, doing your best not to disturb him as you burrow into his side, sighing as his warmth envelopes you, and you drift off again.