Princess & the Player

seventeen: honeymoon

a/n: some steam, not as much as 16 tho!

Marco's POV: 

I was relentless. 

I couldn't stop myself. I was a complete dog. 

It had never been like this. 

The first night, I had practically had her coming in her sleep before waking her fully. I rolled her flat on her back and she was screaming her orgasm when I dove into her the way I'd been imagining. Hard. Deep.

I lasted maybe 30 seconds. 

The next day, she barely got dressed. My hands were constantly on her body. 

She was taking another shower in the morning when I barged in and joined her. By the time I'd finished with that scrubby thing, she was begging for me and I turned her to face the wall and took her from behind. It was too slippery and we ended up laughing and finishing on the floor. 

I was frying us some eggs when I saw her watching me out of the corner of my eye. The eggs ended up ruined. I put her on the steps and was inside her in moments. 

We used up most of the condoms in less than 24 hours. Honestly, we got so sore that we actually couldn't go again. 

"I need to get out of your house before I break in half," she was only half joking. We'd both taken some Advil and I'd had a few beers. 

I was gonna shred my dick if I didn't stop. 

So we got dressed and went outside. The sun was just starting to set and I took her hand. 

My house had few neighbors; the land had been parceled and prepped for sale just as the housing bubble had popped so the development had been abandoned. We strolled along the path away from the town road towards the farms at the back. In its own way, I realized this part of the country was really beautiful. 

She breathed deep and smiled at me. 

"Happy?"

Maggie nodded. "You?"

"Yeah, actually. Very." 

"Marco?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't take this the wrong way..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm really glad it was you."

"Maggie - "

"Don't worry, I know it's not - "

"Maggie. I was just trying to say - me, too."

I heard sex can make you think you're crazy about someone when really that's just the chemicals in your brain. I know there have been some girls, after, who thought we were a thing when we never were.

But, seriously? I loved Maggie's smile. Every flavor of it. From the one she had after sex to the one she had when was eating french fries to the little one she got on her face when she stepped into the shower. And especially the one she got looking at me.

Maggie's POV: 

I figured this must be what a honeymoon was like. Lots and lots of sex and being naked and Netflix on Marco's laptop with pizza because they were the only place that delivered to the tiny house. 

It was almost uncomfortable to walk. For real. I couldn't let my thighs touch. 

Like after I ran that extra mile during track and sort of regretted it but not really.