“OCEAN DEEP 4”

Marius’s eyes remained closed as I decided to make my move. By then, I had calmed down and the room was cooling due to the air conditioning, the chilled air providing a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between us. My heart pounded with anticipation, the silence between us filled only by our shared breaths.

As I mentioned, I didn’t waste any time. I immediately targeted Marius’s still-hard and throbbing manhood. My fingers wrapped around it, feeling its weight and warmth. When I grasped it, I couldn’t help but smile, a sense of power surging through me. As Marius’s eyes flickered open, a shadow of surprise and desire passing through them, I felt his shaft pulse in my hand, a silent admission of my effect on him.

“So, I do affect you,” I said with a grin, my voice dripping with playful seduction. I began to attend to his erection, my movements slow and deliberate at first, savoring the sensation of his taut skin under my fingertips.

I saw the effect of my actions on Marius. His eyes widened, then slowly narrowed with pleasure, a sign that I was the source of his joy. I could clearly see the subtle movement of his jaw, a signal of his intense self-restraint. The entire room was silent, save for the soft rustling of my skin against the sofa.

This happened as I moved closer to Marius, focusing intensely on what I was doing and on my hands as well.

I made my hand movements more powerful, ensuring that I would elicit a stronger and more satisfying response from Marius. I watched freely as his broad chest rose and fell, his breathing growing noticeably heavier over time. One hand gripped the sofa's armrest, while the other almost dug into my thigh due to its tight hold. Surely, it would leave a reddened mark there.

As I often did, I took advantage of Marius's vulnerability to momentarily make him experience what I wanted him to feel. It wasn't about revenge, but it could be interpreted as such. It was just fair for him to experience the pleasurable kind of torment he often inflicted on me during our intimate moments. Besides, I had already embraced and accepted the fact that he was that way, and there was nothing more I could do.

Perhaps there would come a time when I would have the chance to take the lead in our moments of pleasure. But it would be wiser to admit to myself that I wouldn't prevail, especially since he was more experienced.

In simple terms, I needed to be content with the moments Marius would entrust me with or grant me control. A few moments later, I leaned in and continued with my original plan.

In a sultry whisper, I asked him, knowing it would only fuel his desire for me even more. This was my chance to get back at him in a way he wouldn't forget, a way that would ensure my face would be the one he sees, no matter who he's with in the future.

I wanted to be the only one! I knew it was selfish, but to me, it felt justified. After all, wasn't that why I became this way because of him? I knew that everything he did to me was to mark me as his, to make sure I always sought him out. So, I would do the same to him. There's no harm in giving back, right?

"Do you want this?" I asked in a tone that I knew he couldn't resist. I could sense the pulsing strength in his grip and felt my hand responding to it. It hinted at wanting more. He desired that kind of treatment.

"S-Sam, what are you doing?" Marius's voice trembled slightly, a mix of arousal and curiosity evident in his tone. He watched me closely, and I could freely see all of that in his eyes.

A mischievous smile crept onto my lips as I continued my actions. Each stroke of my hand on his throbbing manhood added to the tension in the room. I could also feel the heat emanating from the tiny pores of his body. The intense desire between us was undeniable, a force that seemed to draw us closer.

At that moment, the air around us crackled with anticipation and longing, our gazes locked in a silent exchange of longing and understanding. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of us in our bubble of desire and unspoken passion.

With each deliberate touch and movement, I could feel the connection between us deepening, the unspoken desires and fantasies intertwining like threads of silk. And as I indulged in this forbidden dance of seduction, I knew deep down that there was no turning back.

This was a moment of pure, unadulterated desire—a dance of souls entwined in the throes of passion, a magnetic pull that brought us closer with every heartbeat. And in that intimate space, we were free to explore the depths of our desires without inhibition or restraint.

But I wasn't in the mood to eat a hotdog at that moment. It felt like I wanted to indulge in feeding the sweet spot nestled between my thighs, so I made my move.

To fulfill that intention, I moved again to heat Marius with my kisses. Our lips danced in a fiery rhythm of passion and desire. I didn't back down when he used his tongue; I met him with my own. The intensity of that moment gave me the courage to straddle him. Here, I felt the throbbing heat of his manhood pressing against me.

The position I had assumed on his lap was quite exquisite. I started grinding against him, knowing that everything he would do would become more intense if I could thoroughly arouse him. After that, when I felt ready, I guided him inside, relishing the delightful sensation of being stretched and filled by our intimate connection. Along with that came a rush of tingling sensation, like a rapid-spreading venom coursing through my entire body. However, because our lips remained locked in a passionate embrace, Marius didn't hear my moans.

But everything changed when Marius suddenly thrust inside me. I wasn't prepared for that. In truth, I should have been in control at that moment. However, Marius didn't allow me to, thanks to what he did. I quickly broke free from his intense kiss and protested, speaking up.

"S-Shouldn't it be my turn now?" I asked him.

Marius chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over my face before he leaned down to my left breast and flicked his tongue over the tip.

His action had an immediate effect on me. And because I found pleasure in it, I waited and expected him to repeat it. But I was mistaken. Instead, he tightly gripped my hips and started manipulating me with thrusts and pushes there.

I screamed along with my rough gasps. I thought I could impress Marius, but I was wrong. In every instance, he wanted to be the star. He wanted to lead. Honestly, I had no reason to complain because everything was worth it when he took charge. But of course, I also wanted to show him that I could make him happy like other women he had been with before.

As I pondered that thought, I abruptly stopped. Marius noticed right away.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked me.

I found myself staring at his face, which was filled with curiosity at that moment. I quickly debated in my mind whether I should tell Marius that during those moments, I was comparing myself to the women he might have been with before I came into his life.

Instantly, a pang of pain shot through my heart at that thought. It was as if I couldn't accept the idea that Marius had pleasured another woman before me. However, I also knew it wasn't far-fetched for that to have happened. He's a man with needs that I couldn't fulfill because of the decisions I made.

However, if I were to admit to Marius that this was what I was thinking and that it was one of the reasons why I was here in his embrace right now, it might sound like I was revealing my true feelings for him.

No! I can't let Marius find out that I still love him. And of course, I won't be the first one to confess between the two of us.

"N-Nothing," I replied and sealed my answer with another kiss.

I moved my hips again, and that's when a new wave of pleasure began to surge through my body. When Marius released my lips, I took the opportunity to breathe deeply and take in the air. I knew I initiated the kiss, but just like when we make love, even in our kisses, eventually it's him who takes control of everything. And that's what happened now.

With Marius's lips now free, he had the chance to caress both of my breasts. That's when I became dizzy with the mixed sensations Marius was making me feel.

His hands weren't idle either; they were busy tracing every curve and contour of my nakedness, igniting a fiery sensation that seemed to engulf the entire room. Despite the powerful air conditioning, the atmosphere felt heated and charged with our passion.

As his touch intensified, eliciting soft moans and gasps from me, I found myself completely immersed in the pleasure he was providing. Every caress, every stroke of his fingertips, sent electric waves of ecstasy coursing through my body. It was as though he had unlocked a hidden desire within me, one that yearned for his touch and craved for more.

"Ohhhh... Yesss... Marius, I want this... I want to do this... Mmmmnnn..." I murmured, my lower lip caught between my teeth as I continued to move in rhythm with his advances. Meanwhile, the tip of my left nipple lingered sensually inside Marius's warm mouth, adding to the intense sensations that overwhelmed my senses.

His playful and skillful tongue danced across my skin, leaving a trail of heat and desire in its wake. Every touch, every kiss felt like an electric shock running through my body, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. He knew exactly how to tease and please, exploring every curve and crevice with a hunger that matched my own.

As he moved from one spot to another, his movements became more fervent, more desperate, as if he couldn't get enough of me. And I lost in the throes of passion, surrendered myself to the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies colliding.

The sensation of his length pressing against my most sensitive parts sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, making me arch my back and gasp for breath. It was a symphony of sensations, each touch, each caress driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"You're soaking wet," he growled, his voice husky with desire, before claiming my lips in a fierce and demanding kiss, sealing our mutual longing and hunger in that moment of raw passion.

I offered no resistance as I responded to his kiss, my movements never faltering on top of him. In truth, I wanted him to desire me more, to explore every inch of my being with an insatiable hunger. And I could make that happen if I started to seduce him now if I made every sway of my hips and twist of my waist exude sensuality. So that's exactly what I did.

I executed more sensual movements on top of Marius, each one dripping with desire and passion. The fact that Marius was still kissing me aggressively only added to the intensity of the moment.

"Yes, oh! Oh! Oh!" I moaned in succession as I gradually immersed myself deeper into his embrace.

"Fuck, you're so sexy, Sam..." Marius complimented me again.

His tone was laced with intense desire for me, and I welcomed it. While it might not sound good to some, to me, it was everything I wanted. I wanted Marius to desire me just as much. In that way, I believed that the heat of our love would never fade, even if we never openly admitted it.

My love for him, I could say, was as deep as the ocean. Isn't there a love song with that title?

But I couldn't bring myself to admit the truth to him. I was afraid that in the end, Marius might use that against me again. I might just end up getting hurt in the process. And if that happened, I wasn't sure if I could handle it.

Or maybe I could. But, I might find it difficult to forgive him or even bring him closer to our child.