Never Be the Same Again – CH.3
11 P.M., Room 1201, Sheraton Hotel, Downtown Los Angeles, California.
After 2 or 3 minutes, the pair remained seated on the carpeted bedroom floor but finally had their minds clear and recovered from the effects of their little balcony incident for the time being.
Fio then asked Marco, "Are you okay?"
The 34-year-old team officer grinned while letting out a nervous chuckle and nodded. He then added, "Being a lifer in the Army since I joined right out of high school, I've had a shit ton of close calls like that. So, believe me when I tell you I actually wasn't a bit worried even if I seemed like I was," then shook his head in confusion and some disbelief.
Fio then put her hands on Marco's cheek, looked into his eyes passionately, and softly said, "Would you mind if I make it up to you?"
"No. As a matter of fact, I'd love that," Marco said softly followed by a halfhearted smile.
"Okay. Just rest easy and let me take care of you." The 28-year-old cute brunette vixen wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned closer to his face, then whispered, "Everything will be alright." She then closed her eyes, kissed him on his cheek, and moved to touch his lips with hers.
Marco felt as if he was going to faint from lovely impulses flowing through his body and for a second broke away from Fio's kiss, telling her, "Let's set up the mood, shall we, honey?"
"What have you got, big guy?"
Marco stood up, took out his 64-gigabyte iPhone from his pants pocket, and connected it to the stereo. Then, he turned on the stereo and scanned through one of his playlists, which was labeled "Bow-chika-wow-wow (children and teens keep out!)."
"Hmmm. Let's see…"
Marco then went on to read aloud some of the song titles in that playlist and either bands or artists that performed them.
"'Take My Breath Away' by Berlin – nope, more like Tarma and Eri's favorite song what with Tarma being and ex Air Force dude and 'Pop Gun' fanboy."
"'One on One' by Hall and Oates – More like a 'night walk in the park' song" Marco shook his head.
"'Great Pretender' by The Platters – I don't think so…"
"'Let's Get Together' by Al Green – What is this, Orange Pulp Friction?"
"'You're Mine' by Ritchie Valens – too short like a moment of intimacy shouldn't be…"
"'Let's Get It On' by Marvin Gaye – Meh, over-frakkin'-rated."
"'Still the One' by Shania Twain – We're not in Bluegrass County. What the fuck?"
"'Tonight' by Alex Edenborough – My mom's wedding song and personal favorite, but not necessarily mine. Pffft! Miss you though, mom."
"Hmmm. '(I Wanna) Piss on You,' supposedly by R. Kelly and actually parodied by Dave Chappelle. Hilariously romantic yet gross. You know, Fifi, it sounded something like this…" Marco then proceeded to sing the song's chorus in a soft yet convincing tone much like Chappelle's.
"Haters gonna hate
Lovers gonna love
I don't even want
None of the Above
I want to piss on you
Yes, I do
I'll piss on you
Ima pee on you
Drip, drip, drip
Pee on you
Pssss on you
Pssss on you"
As soon as Fio heard, she burst into hysterical laughter with funny tears coming out of her eyes. "Are you serious?!" she asked Marco as she got up from the floor and took a seat on the bed.
Marco laughed playfully retorted, "You really thought I WAS gonna play that song? Not for this kind of moment. Uh-uh! No, ma'am, no."
"Oh, wait. Well, what do we have here, principessa? 'Never Be the Same' by Sporty Spice. Aha! Perfect!" he exclaimed as he pressed the pointy "play" button and put the playback settings to a repeated "1-Loop" on the touch screen of his iPhone.
The P.F. Squad leader turned around and approached Fio, took her by both hands, and gazed at her with a slight smile.
Fio whispered, "I'm sorry about earlier."
"It's okay, Sugar Plums. Don't be."
Marco slowly shut his eyes close and leaned over to kiss Fio's sweet cherry lips. Boy, did those lips taste so sweet. What flavor did she have on her lipstick? Strawberry? Cherry? Peach? Apple? Pomegranate? No, he doesn't like pomegranate much like his folks did, he thought. It actually didn't matter at all. All he knew was her lips tasted very sweet like any red fruit out there.
Moving from a simple smooth, kiss, the pair proceeded to have a little tongue wrestling match, both opening their mouths wider and lovingly wobbling their tongues against each other as they playfully sucked on each other's cheeks like tiny vacuums.
Marco then reached his hands on the back of Fio's head to remove the hairband that held her ponytail to loosen up her smooth brown hair. He then went down and around her torso to grasp the 2 knotted strings that held her vintage red dress on and untie them, revealing most of her bare back. He then let his hands move back up to the dress straps on her shoulders and pulled them sideways through her arms down to the level of her slim, sexy belly, a motion which then unraveled her bare round, perky breasts. What size do her twins have? 34D? 32C? It didn't matter. All Marc could think about was how beautiful Fio was inside and out as he looked at her slightly tanned sexy physique and at her dress softly hitting the floor. She was not wearing anything but a pink thong and curvy, elegant dreadlocks that cover her scalp.
Suddenly, a thought crossed Fio's mind. "Ooh, my! I almost forgot – my birth control pills. Hold up a second, babe." She grabbed her wallet from the table close to the door to take out a little container containing her pills, and then took one of those blue pills and a sip of champagne. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay," Marco replied in a simple yet confident tone. "But, wait!" A face palm followed right after. "Ah, shit! I forgot to bring a condom. Mind if I run to the 7/11 across the street quickly and get a small box?"
"No time for that. I'll let you empty your munitions inside me without cover if you want to. It's alright."
Marco could feel a slight thunderous, electrical shock stimulating each of the 4 areas of his brain down to his spinal cord, but he did his best not to feel shaky, let alone freeze and/or pass out from shock. After all, he had always, indeed, liked Fio so much out of the 2 girls that transferred from the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. intelligence squad; he recalled the first day she checked into the P.F. special ops squad, she was then a Staff Sergeant fresh out of the Italian Army's Folgore Parachute Brigade, eager to prove that she "was one of the boys" as much as her designated partner Eri was. The thing is Marco did not expect to hear such words from a sweet girl – NO, LADY! – with a radiant, bubbly personality like herself.
"Righty," he sighed as he proceeded to take off his suit; he started by untying his necktie, then moved to unbuttoning his coat and long-sleeve shirt and taking off his plain white t-shirt underneath.
This then revealed a number of tattoos around his arms and chest. On Marco's left upper arm, he had the blue roundel of the 82nd Airborne Division with 2 curved capital "A" letters converging straightly in the middle of the roundel (which stood for "All Americans"); on his left forearm was the insignia of the British Army Parachute Regiment (one of the units he cross-trained with prior to his transfer to the U.N. Forces and assigned leadership of the Falcons, the other was the elite British Special Air Service – S.A.S. in short -, which he was really more fond of than the Paras) – a parachute with sharp wedged wings on its flanks and a royal crown on top of it – covering a portion of his forearm.
On his right arm, he had 2 flags on the upper portion, one was Italy, and on the bottom of it was the British Union Jack, both which signify his pride towards his lineage though he was raised in Virginia; on his right forearm he had an inscription that read Quis Audet Vincentem, the Latin derivation of the S.A.S. motto "Who Dares Wins." On his left pectoral he had a skull facing front, its head covered with a dark green camouflage field cap, and two crossed M-16 assault rifles below the inked skull's chin, the unofficial symbol of the U.S. Army Rangers.
Upon seeing the inks around Marco's upper body, Fio let out a gasp of amazement and complimented Marco on it, saying, "Though I'm not a fond of men with inks around their bod, I'm gonna make you an exception. Okay, baby?"
"Sure."
"Come, Papi. Let's fire up the night," Fio declared deviously as she wrapped her arms around Marco and kissed him all over working her way from his neck to his lips. She then slowly bent down and grabbed a hold of his gray boxer shorts from behind and pulled it down, revealing his 6-inch schlong and his squishy pair of family jewels behind it. Down there, he was smooth as a baby's skin, almost no sign of pubic hairs (M.S. fangirls, take note).
Fio pouted her lips in arousal and played around with Marco's genitals using her hands.
"Mmmm. That's right, shug. Right there," Marco moaned as he felt Fio's hands around his manhood.
"You like that don't you, muscle man?"
"Oh, sí, pretty mama. Me likey very much."
The couple then started to French-kiss and hug each other tight as they laid down on the king-sized bed by the glassed windows with Marco pulling the cord to shut the curtains lest any pervert wanted to take a good sneak peek.
Marco then lied down on his back and rested his hands behind his head. Fio started her foreplay on him by kissing him all over his face, lips, and neck all over. She slowly moved down to suck on both of his man tits, all the while playing with his love area. Marco couldn't help but let out some soft, manly moans as Fio went along. His pitch went a little higher as Fio licked his tip downstairs and then sucked on his shaft and balls; he could feel her wet lips and mouth going up and down, stimulating each and every nerve he has inside.
As the feeling of pleasure went higher, he felt numb even as if he held on to the portion of the sheets on both sides of the bed and applied a great deal of pressure from the back of his body down to the mattress. Fio couldn't resist, either; she wanted to have a taste of her partner, and now, she is enjoying every second of it. To her, it felt as if she was slurping on a popsicle frozen treat. Whether it was flavored sherbet, lime, strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, or any other – it didn't matter. What she did know that it was 10, no, a hundred times better.
Marco then held Fio's cheeks with both hands, whispering, "My turn, darling." He then arched his upper body up and pulled Fio towards her. He shut his eyes and gave her a soft kiss as he turned her over to work his magic on her. With him on top, bent slightly up while looking down at Fio who was on her back, he slowly moved to a similar pattern starting by kissing her face and neck all over; it was then followed by when he sucked on both her tits, squeezing them as he went along.
"Oh, yeah. Give it to me," Fio exclaimed softly as she let out numerous moans.
Marco then went down and licked her slender belly. Simultaneously, he grabbed hold of her thong and pulled it down from her hips, through her legs and feet, and threw it back on the floor behind him. He stared at her trimmed lower lips. It was in the shape of an upside down heart, the area shaded in dark brown hue. "Soooo cute and delicate," he thought to himself as he continued to give the young lady pleasure.
As soon as he started his dine at the "Y," Fio bit her lips in pleasure, trying to contain all the impulses she had as she felt Marco's lips move on all places around her pussy and groin.
"Oh, Marc! Nnngghh, nnngghhh! Uhhh, aaaahhh!" she moaned loudly as her suitor kept on.
Marco then slowly came to a stop in his foreplay, bent up, gazed at Fio's eyes, and softly asked her, "Shall we, my dear?"
"Oh, Marc. You have no idea how much I've wanted you from the very first time I laid my eyes on you. Take me. Please, take me now, I beg you," Fio told him lovingly.
"I swear, you're not gonna regret this…ever."
Fio got up to start her little fun with Marco in a cowgirl position. Marco lied down on his back again while Fio spread legs to open up the view of her lovely pussy as she sat down on him; he gripped his penis with one hand, the other holding tight on Fio's butt cheeks, and slowly slid it, now hardened, inside Fio's love lips. Fio bit her lip and hugged him as he slowly thrust himself up and down inside her.
Both of them let numerous moans go out of their vocal chords as they went into a state of sexual bliss with Fio being louder than Marco as the bed shook beneath them. Both didn't care whether they woke up the tenants in other suites.
Within 12 minutes of the cowgirl, Marco told Fio, "Fifi, get up and bend into the doggy!"
"Why?"
"I wanna try my luck in that little sweet ass of yours."
"Oooh, I like the sound of that," Fio giggled upon hearing that.
She broke away from Marco and bent up on the mattress like he told her to, facing away from ` him with her head slightly looking back with a naughty smile on her face and devious squint in her eyes, her arms and knees pushing down on the bed, and her upper body parallel to the floor with her ass sticking up in the air. Marco rose up and held Fio by the waist, his knees knelt on the bed and both hands motioning towards spreading Fio's ass sideways to reveal a tight little hole.
"Oh, Fiolina, you've been a naughty little girl," Marco softly said as he slowly, gently plugged his manhood inside Fio's forbidden hole.
"I sure have been, Daddy."
"Ooowww, aaahhh!" Fio cried out as she then bit her lip and blushed in utter embarrassment. That moment, she was blurred on distinguishing pain from pleasure. In all actuality, it was a mix of both. She had never gone Greek with anyone before, and now, the opportunity became apparent.
"It…feeelllsss…soooooo…bittersweet," she softly cried out as Marco thrust himself in her lovely little bowel passage back and forth. Tears of pleasure poured out of her eyes, and her temperature became warmer. Intensity leveled up further as she could then feel Marco's hands squeezing her tits from behind.
She bent her upper body up, turned her head slightly back towards Marco, bent her left arm back to touch his head. Then, she closed her eyes and tongue-kissed him, all the while moaning softly as she felt his manhood up her butt. She did her best not to faint from excessive pleasure despite already showing signs of it.
10 minutes into anal sex, the lovers switched to missionary position, Fio lying down on her back with Marco on top of her. Several more times, she would feel him moving back and forth inside of her lower lips but with a tad more sense of romantic pleasure behind that sensation. Both hugged each other tight and kissed each other a little more than they did a while ago in this position. 6 minutes into this, both were getting close to their perceived climax as Fio uttered,
"Marc, I think I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"
"Me, too, Fio!"
Within a few seconds, Marco couldn't contain his feelings anymore. He felt himself releasing his clear to white sticky love juice inside of Fio as both screamed out in pleasure. Both weren't sure how much fluid came out, but it was a lot, maybe 2 or 3 ounces. They both sighed with relief, spent.
Marco rested his head slightly above Fio's and looked at her.
Fio tilted her head up to look back at him, finally saying the very words every couple in the world had vowed towards each other for centuries running.
"I love you."
"I love you, too," Marco replied.
Both shared a long sweet kiss as they clung on to each other tight.
It was 5 minutes 'til midnight. Marco and Fio were very tired that they had both fallen asleep after their little sexual getaway. All of a sudden, both felt as if the world could crumble and neither one of them would give a damn. No ranks, no statuses, no conflicts, and no affiliations to hinder them from what they felt about each other. They encamped themselves in an aura of heavenly bliss and were way more than satisfied and content with it.
From that night on, it was made clear that they are lovers, soul mates that realized they were meant for each other, and they will never be the same again.
-IBIDY, IBIDY, IBIDY, IS THAT ALL FOLKS? AW, HELL, NAW! JUST CHAPTER 3. READ ON FOR THE AFTERMATH-