Beneath The Surface

Chapter 14 : Ecstasy Unleashed

--- Bella's POV ---

As I awaken to the soft light filtering through the curtains, I feel the cool emptiness beside me. Marco is gone. The sudden absence leaves a hollow ache in my chest, a pang of loneliness I hadn't anticipated. Last night, in the warmth of his embrace, I felt safe, cocooned in his presence. But now, with him gone, I'm reminded of the unfamiliarity of this place, of the uncertainties that linger just beyond the surface.

Sighing softly, I sit up in bed, drawing the sheets around me as I take in my surroundings. Marco's room is spacious yet intimate, filled with subtle hints of his personality. But despite the comfort of his luxurious surroundings, I can't shake the sense of displacement that lingers in the air.

Running a hand through my tousled hair, I recall the events of last night. After arriving at Marco's estate, he led me to his bedroom, where we sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other's arms. Eventually, exhaustion took hold, and we drifted off to sleep, tangled together in a fleeting moment of intimacy.

But now, in the wake of morning, Marco's absence looms large, casting a shadow over the fragile connection we shared. With a resigned sigh, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, steeling myself for the day ahead.

Rising from the bed, I make my way to the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath my feet a stark contrast to the warmth of the sheets. Turning on the shower, I let the water wash over me, hoping to cleanse away the lingering doubts and uncertainties that cling to my skin.

As the steam fills the room, I close my eyes and let the rush of water drown out the noise of my thoughts. In this moment of solitude, I find solace, a brief respite from the chaos of the outside world.

As I step out of the shower, a sense of surprise washes over me when I enter the room to find Marco sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the doorway. A tray laden with breakfast delicacies and a steaming cup of coffee rests beside him on the nightstand, a silent invitation for me to join him.

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips at the sight, a warmth spreading through me at his thoughtful gesture. It's a small gesture, but it speaks volumes, easing the tension that had been coiling within me since I woke up alone.

Marco's eyes meet mine as I approach, a softness in his gaze that takes me aback. Without a word, I lower myself to stand before him, still wrapped in the fluffy embrace of a towel. Marco pulls me into him possessively, my breath catches in my throat at the suddenness of his movement. His gaze meets mine, and I can sense the intensity simmering beneath the surface as he traces his fingers up my thigh, inching dangerously close to the edge of the towel.

Aware of his intentions, I allow him to explore as he desires, a shiver running down my spine at his touch. With deliberate slowness, he begins to pull down the towel, revealing my bareness to his hungry eyes. The vulnerability of the moment sends a thrill coursing through me, igniting a fire that had long been smoldering between us.

Driven by an irresistible urge, I lean in, pressing my lips to his as I gently guide him back onto the bed. With me straddling him, our bodies meld together in a symphony of desire, the weight of his presence grounding me in a reality where only the two of us exist. As I straddle him, Marco's hands move to my waist, pulling me closer to him, igniting a hunger that courses through my veins. I can feel his hardness pressing against me through his pants, urging me to explore further.

Slowly, I begin to leave a trail of kisses from his neck down to his collarbone, relishing in the warmth of his skin beneath my lips. With deliberate care, I unbutton his shirt, revealing the expanse of his chest as I move downward. My lips trace a path along his chest and stomach until I reach the spot just above his pants' waistline.

Looking up at him through thick lashes, I meet his gaze with a mixture of desire and anticipation, silently asking for permission to continue exploring the depths of our desires together.

With an eager nod of approval from Marco, I slowly start to pull down his pants, releasing his hardness from its confines.

Hovering above his hardness, I take a moment to admire its length and girth, feeling a sense of power and desire coursing through me. With a steady hand, I guide him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him as I lick the tip with a teasing flick of my tongue.

As I push down onto him, his hardness fills my mouth, stretching me as it reaches the back of my throat. Marco releases a low groan of pleasure, the sound sending shivers down my spine and motivating me to intensify my actions. With deliberate movements, I start sucking on him, alternating between gentle suction and swirling motions with my tongue, aiming to bring him to the peak of pleasure.

With each faster motion, Marco's groans of pleasure escalate, filling the room with the sounds of his ecstasy. His hands find their way to the back of my head, gently guiding me and encouraging me to match his rhythm. As he takes control, he begins to thrust into my mouth, setting the pace of our shared pleasure.

Feeling his sudden dominance, I am taken aback as Marco swiftly changes our position, positioning me on the edge of the bed with my hands spread out, offering myself completely to him. With my backside now facing him, I can sense his hunger and desire intensifying as he takes in the sight before him.

With a forceful thrust, Marco enters me deeply, eliciting a loud moan from my lips as pleasure courses through my body. His dominant grip on my hips signals his intent to take control, and I surrender to his power as he thrusts into me repeatedly. Each movement is filled with intensity, driving me to new heights of ecstasy with every forceful thrust.

As he continues his relentless thrusts, Marco grabs the back of my neck, pushing me further into the bed, intensifying the sensation. With each deep thrust, I feel myself edging closer to climax, the pleasure building within me. Then, with one final deep thrust, I reach the peak of ecstasy, my body trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over me in an overwhelming orgasmic release.

As my body trembles from the intensity of my climax, Marco's thrusts become even more determined, driving me to new heights of pleasure. Before I can fully come down from my orgasmic high, I feel his grip on my waist tighten, his movements growing more urgent. With a few final, powerful thrusts, he reaches his own pinnacle of ecstasy, releasing his hold on my neck and gripping my waist tightly as he spills into me with his own release. The sensation of his climax mingling with mine sends shivers of pleasure coursing through my body, amplifying the intensity of our shared ecstasy.