I stood awkwardly in front of a large apartment complex. I'd followed Marco's directions to his place. I couldn't stop my hands from shaking.
Was I making a huge mistake? Sure, I'd just had the most mind-blowing sex of my life, but what if he turned out to be an ax murderer?
I shook my head. No. He'd asked for consent and I'd been more than willing. He'd left me with shaking legs, and an almost painful desire for more.
But, he'd had to finish his shift, return the squad car to the station, and finish up his paperwork from the day. He'd given me his address and said for me to join him in an hour.
So, here I was. I stood straighter, and pushed the intercom button for his unit.
"Wow, that was fast. I just placed the order," came the voice over the speaker.
I frowned. "Marco?"
At hearing my voice, he cleared his throat. "Oh! Is that you, Elena? I'm sorry. I just ordered us a late dinner. I'll buzz you in."
The buzzer sounded and I quickly opened the door.
It was a six story walk-up--and he was on the fourth floor.
I was really glad I'd gone home to shower and change. I'd made a mess of my thong and dress during our incredible hookup and I wanted him to see me fresh. I was much more comfortable in a pair of white cut off shorts, a black halter top, and a pair of old, beat up Chuck Taylor's.
The shower had been cold to help cool down my sweat soaked body, but in the end, it had been more stimulating than I'd anticipated.
The cold water caused my already responsive nipples to harden to stiff peaks. I'd closed my eyes as I massaged soap over my breasts. Just the thought of what we'd done had me so turned on, I couldn't stand it. I moaned as I uncontrollably fingered my sopping wet pussy, wanting to feel his thickness inside me again. My other hand had rubbed furiously at my clit and it hadn't taken me long for the blissful spasms of orgasm to course through my whole body. I had cried out in ecstasy, not even caring if my neighbors heard me.
I'd thought of his hands on my breasts, his hot breath on my neck, his deep, throaty grunts as he'd pounded me. No former lover had ever pleasured me so intensely--and, honestly, I'd never experienced orgasm with a partner before today.
I walked up the stairs to the fourth floor on autopilot. When I opened the door to the hallway, I gasped.
Marco was waiting for me in the hallway, still mostly in his uniform. He'd removed the thick Kevlar vest and the bulky utility belt. His uniform shirt was unbuttoned and open exposing a white undershirt. It was tight and stretched over his impressive chest muscles. Gone were the heavy black work boots--instead, I was greeted to the sight of his bare feet.
I bit my lip. There was something so sexy about a man in bare feet. His green eyes sparkled and his mouth quickly curled up into a smile.
He looked me up and down, not making an effort to hide his ogling. "God, Elena. You really are beautiful." Marco's cheeks flushed. He stood there, suddenly awkward.
"Are we just going to stand here?" I asked, giving him a playful smirk.
He seemed to snap out of his reverie. "Sorry. Come on in. I hope you like Japanese. I just ordered from the hibachi place in the strip mall."
My face brightened. "Oh! I love hibachi! What did you order?"
Marco sighed in relief. "The usual. Chicken hibachi with rice, noodles, and vegetables. And I got some sushi rolls, too. I was pretty hungry and I figured you would be, too."
I smiled. "You thought right."
He opened the door wide for me and I followed him inside. "I guess I shouldn't have just assumed you'd like hibachi and sushi, though. I mean, you could have been a vegetarian and I would have felt like the world's biggest douchebag. Not thinking straight," he muttered the last bit.
I frowned and gently touched his arm. "Look at me. I'm not thinking straight, either. I can't stop thinking about what we did... and how much I want you again." I swallowed. "I'm sorry, I'm being too forward..."
Marco shook his head. "Forward? What is this, a Jane Austen novel? You can be as forward with me as possible. I'm a man for Christ's sake--we appreciate when woman actually say what they want." He gently brushed a finger across my cheek and swiped a stray tendril of hair behind my ear.
His tenderness stopped me dead. This was new, too. His cheeks and ears reddened and he pulled away. "I promised you a drink." He gestured me towards the kitchen. "Beer? Wine? A vodka tonic? Long Island Iced Tea?"
I followed him into the kitchen. The apartment was clean, lived-in, and had a single man's vibe. The kitchen was complete with a wine rack and a decently stocked bar. I was impressed.
"Hmm, a long island sounds amazing. Haven't had one of those since law school. And that was over three years ago."
Marco smiled. "Two long islands, coming right up. Go ahead, have a seat at the bar."
I sat down gingerly on one of the leather seated bar stools. My pussy was so raw from earlier, but now I understood the phrase, 'hurt so good'.
He noticed and smirked to himself. But he quickly busied his hands with glasses, ice, and various bottles of liquor. I took a moment to really look at his hands. They were strong with long fingers. A long, white scar ran from his right thumb down to his wrist bone. I frowned. I wondered what could have been the cause? Could have been a knife.
Marco measured and mixed equal parts vodka, rum, tequila, gin, triple sec, and simple syrup together in a glass. He got out a can of coke from the refrigerator along with a fresh, yellow lemon. Those fingers deftly cut the lemon in half and juiced it with the ease of a man who knew his way around a kitchen. He measured the lemon juice, added it to the glass, then topped the drink off with the coke. He pulled a swizzle stick from a drawer, gave the glass a stir, and pushed it towards me with a smile.
"Damn," I said, "I didn't know I was getting dinner and a show."
He smiled wider and my heart pounded with just how damn handsome he was. "I worked my way through college as a bartender."
I must have given him a surprised look because he raised his brows.
"What? I have a degree in criminal justice," he said with a shrug, "go on, take a sip. Just don't chug it, you won't know what hit you."
I took a sip of the drink and my eyes widened. "Wow! This is the best long island I've ever had. So, you're a gorgeous, college educated police officer, a bartender, and have a big cock. Are you too good to be true?"
He laughed. "I aim to please." Marco repeated the drink making process and then clunked his glass against mine. "To new beginnings," he murmured, a soft look in his eyes.
"To new beginnings," I repeated after him, then took another sip. It was so good.
The buzzer sounded again, and Marco quickly went downstairs to get our food.
The chicken was cooked to perfection. We dug in hungrily, both of us needing to feed our starving bellies.
Marco gave me a look as I slathered wasabi on a piece of sushi with the end of my chopstick.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. You're cute. And you're not afraid to eat. I like that."
I locked eyes with him and sucked the wasabi covered chopstick suggestively. "Do you like this, too?" I couldn't help myself.
His mouth opened slightly and his tongue ran over his lips. "Jesus, Elena..."
I reddened, suddenly self conscious. "Sorry."
"No, no... that was really hot." He swallowed. Both of us awkwardly continued to eat, this time keeping our focus on our plates.
Both of our meals quickly disappeared. I sat back and took a long sip of my drink. The booze was helping to relax my nerves, and I think it was helping him, too.
Marco started to clean up and I quickly jumped up to help him. Wordlessly, we tossed out the takeout containers, rinsed our plates, and loaded them into his dishwasher.
"You didn't have to help me," he said softly.
"You didn't have to feed me," I returned.
Marco gently placed both of his hands on my waist and my breath caught in my chest. Just having his hands on me sent an excited rush through my body.
I looked up at him, and I placed my hands on his chest. His heart beat wildly against my hands.
A confidence I hadn't felt in a long time bloomed deep inside me. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him hard before I could have second thoughts.
Marco wrapped his big hands around me and returned the kiss with eagerness. He lifted me up into his arms and set me down on the kitchen counter. Quickly, I wrapped my legs around him and yanked him closer to me.
I pushed his uniform top from his shoulders, then slipped my hands under his undershirt. Hot, hard, rippled muscle greeted my touch and I sighed against his mouth.
