Chapitre 9: 8: Seggs????
Chapter 8: An Intimate Reunion
After returning to Los Angeles, Marco took a taxi, still carrying his guitar case, now lighter but just as dangerous with the remaining weapons inside. The journey passed in silence, the driver following instructions without a word, while Marco kept his gaze fixed on the horizon, absorbed in his thoughts. The city, illuminated by the lights of the night, passed before him like a distant stage.
When the taxi arrived at the place where Dom and his gang gathered, it was already past 1 in the early morning. From the street, Marco could hear the loud music and laughter coming from the house; it seemed like the party continued after a long night of races. Without getting out of the taxi, he quickly took out his phone and called Mia.
"I'm back," he said, his voice calm. "I'm outside."
Mia's response was brief but filled with warmth.
"I'll come get you."
A few moments later, Mia emerged from the house. The lights of the party were less visible now, and her figure approached under the dim light of the streetlamps. When she finally reached him, she didn't say anything at first. She simply embraced him tightly, as if fearing that he might disappear again if she let go. Marco embraced her with the same intensity, holding her against his chest, feeling the warmth of her body and the fast beating of her heart. Then, he kissed her. It was a kiss that lasted longer than either of them had anticipated, as if all the time they had spent apart compressed into that moment.
When they finally parted, Mia looked at him with a mixture of relief and reproach.
"I thought you'd be back in the afternoon," she said, softening the reproach with a slight smile.
Marco smiled back, with a tenderness that only she could bring out in him.
"In the afternoon? If it were up to me, I'd never leave your side," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her forehead, letting the moment speak for itself.
Before they could continue, Dom appeared with a young man that Marco didn't immediately recognize. Dom, with his typical leader's demeanor, approached with a smile.
"Marco, you've finally returned. This here is Brian," he said, pointing to the guy. "He runs well. Not as good as you or me, but he holds his own."
Marco chuckled lightly, though his mind was still focused on Mia.
"I'm gone for a day and you already replace me, Dom. That's rough, I thought I was irreplaceable."
They exchanged a quick hug, and although the conversation continued for a few more minutes, Marco couldn't concentrate on anything other than Mia. Finally, he said goodbye to Dom and Brian, grabbing Mia by the waist with a natural confidence that didn't need words.
"We're leaving," he said, without waiting for a response.
Mia followed him without questions, leaving the party behind as they walked together to her room. They knew what they needed: space for themselves, away from the noise, away from the world.
As they reached Mia's room, the atmosphere changed. The door closed behind them, and with it, any external distractions were silenced. The room was enveloped in a soft half-light, barely illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the window. Marco set the guitar case aside, completely forgetting about the weapons and the mission he had completed hours before. None of that mattered now.
Mia looked at him in silence, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions: relief at his return, unease about the time he had been away, and something more, a connection that had grown between them since their first date, a deep understanding that only the two of them shared. Without a word, Mia approached him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Marco held her by the waist, his hands firm, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress.
They kissed again, but this time it was different. It wasn't the hurried kiss from before, but a slower one, filled with everything they hadn't said. The air around them seemed denser, as if the outside world had ceased to exist for the two of them.
Marco gently guided her to the bed, maintaining eye contact. Each movement was careful, full of intention. They sat on the edge, and for a moment, they remained silent, simply gazing at each other. Mia took Marco's hand and placed it on her chest, right where he could feel her heart beating fast and strong. He caressed her gently, letting his fingers trace a path on her skin, absorbing the warmth of her closeness.
"You don't know how much I missed you," Mia whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Not as much as I missed you," Marco responded, leaning in to kiss her again, this time deeper, more certain of what they both wanted in that moment.
With a quick movement, Marco took off Mia's blouse, kissed her neck slowly, and moved down to her chest. With palpable inexperience, he struggled for a moment to unhook her bra. "They're beautiful," Marco said, taking a moment to admire her breasts.
"Come on, don't just stand there staring at my boobs, finish undressing me," Mia said, putting her hands on Marco's cheeks. "Come on, keep kissing all over my body, I love how you do it."
Marco placed his lips on Mia's breasts and gave a small bite on her nipples, then moved down to her belly button. He tried to unbutton Mia's shorts, but his excitement made him desperate. However, Mia, with a smile, said, "Calm down a bit, tiger. I'm excited too, let me do it." Mia took off her pants and panties.
"Um... Mia, this is... my first time," Marco said with palpable embarrassment, looking away. "Really? It's okay, let me take care of everything this time, and next time, you'll be in charge, okay?" Mia said, quickly undressing Marco.
"Your scars..." Mia said as she felt his chest. There were some scars on him, thick, irregular, and prominent, standing out on his skin like deep furrows. They looked rough and rough-edged, resembling crocodile scales. "We can talk about that later, right?" Marco said.
Sitting Marco on the edge of the bed, Mia knelt in front of him. With a quick wrist movement, she began to give him a hand job, and the room quickly filled with Marco's ragged breaths. "It seems you're enjoying it a lot, darling," Mia said, before starting to give him a blowjob shortly after.
The feeling was overwhelming, pleasure coursing through Marco's body like an electric current. Moans mixed with whispers of desire as Mia continued her expert work, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy time and time again. Marco clung to the sheets, lost in the whirlwind of sensations enveloping him completely.
When he finally reached his climax, a torrent of pleasure invaded him, making him tremble from head to toe. Mia continued with gentle caresses, helping him catch his breath little by little. They locked eyes, sharing a moment of complicity and deep connection.
"That was amazing," Marco murmured, his voice still filled with emotion.
Mia smiled, leaning in to receive a kiss on the forehead. "I did it for you, love. I want our first time to be special and for you to feel loved every second."
Marco hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. Placing his penis against her vagina, he slowly rubbed it for a few moments, feeling the juices coming out of her. Mia grabbed his penis and aligned it with her vagina to enter smoothly.
Marco, seeking her lips, tried to kiss her. "Wait, darling, I just gave you a blowjob, I don't want to kiss you like this," Mia said, then feeling a pull towards Marco. "I don't care," Marco said, giving her a deep French kiss while starting to push his penis inside her.
"Uh... it's coming," Marco said as he released his load inside Mia. She just collapsed on his body, breathing heavily. "For your first time, you're quite a stallion, dear. Give me a moment and we'll have our second round," Mia said, trying to reach for the water bottle on the bedside table.
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