Traveling

“Darling, will you do me a favor and clear my schedule for next week? I have to fly to Milan and meet up with some investors last minute so I need you to cancel whatever I have going on.”"Marcus told you as he adjusted his tie in the elevator. You’d had the biggest crush on your boss ever since you started working for him and every day you had to pull yourself together when you were around him. He was exactly your type, tall, muscular, charming, and of course the most handsome man you’d ever seen. The only problem was he was literally your BOSS and one of the most wealthy, famous men in the business world."”Oh, and clear your schedule as well, you’re coming with me. Sorry if you had anything planned, dear. I need my assistant with me. I promise I’ll make it up to you though, when I’m not in meetings and working back at the hotel I promise you can explore Italy as much as you’d like without having to keep track of my schedule.”

"Yes, my dear. I need your assistance and I happen to be quite fond of your company," Marcus says with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than usual. "I promise it won't be all work and no play."

Marcus could see the blush on your face but didn't say anything about it. Instead, he took a step closer to you, his hand lightly resting on your waist as you fixed his tie. "Yes, a week. We'll be leaving early Monday morning and returning the following Sunday. It's going to be a busy week, but I promise I'll make it worth your while," he said with a playful wink before stepping back again, his hand falling away from your waist.

He clears his throat, offering you a small smile. "If you don't have any plans, that is. I understand if you do."

"That's good to hear, Djarfskald," Marcus says with a nod of approval. "I knew I could count on you. You're always so dependable."

He smiles at you again, his eyes meeting yours. "Now, let's go over the details of the trip before I head to my office. I need to make sure everything is in order and we're prepared for anything that might come up."

With that, Marcus leads the way out of the elevator and towards his office, the two of you falling into easy conversation about the trip and what it will entail.

As the day of the trip approaches, Marcus seems to be more and more impressed with the hard work and effort you put in to make everything run smoothly. You could tell he appreciated it, even if he didn't come out and say it directly.

Finally, the day comes and the two of you depart for Milan. The flight is long, but you're excited to be going somewhere new and experiencing something different. When you land, Marcus greets some of the investors he had come to meet with before leading the way out to the car that would take you both to your hotel.

The hotel is luxurious and set in the heart of the city, exactly the kind of place you'd expect Marcus to stay in. From the moment you step inside, you can tell this trip is going to be something special.

Marcus takes the key from you and smiles, "Thank you, Djarfskald, you really are on top of everything."

He pauses for a moment, surveying the lobby of the hotel before turning back to you. "Actually, I was hoping you might want to join me for dinner tonight. Just something casual, a chance to experience some local cuisine and relax after the flight."

You can't help the excitement that wells up in your chest at the prospect of spending time with Marcus outside of work. "I'd love to," you reply, smiling back at him.

Marcus' eyes linger on you for a moment, taking in your appearance before nodding towards the door. "Shall we?" he asks, offering you his arm.

You take it, and the two of you step out into the warm evening air. The streets of Milan are bustling with people going about their business, tourists taking in the sights, and performers filling the air with music.

After a few minutes of walking, Marcus leads you to a cozy little restaurant tucked away down a side street. The smells of savory meats and spices waft out to greet you even before you step inside.

As you follow Marcus to a small table in the corner of the dimly lit room, he turns to you with a smile. "I hope you're hungry," he says, picking up one of the menus from the table. "The food here is amazing."

Marcus chuckles. "No worries, Djarfskald, that's what I'm here for," he says, signaling for the waiter to bring some water to the table.

As you wait for your food to arrive, Marcus starts up a conversation about the city and what he hopes to accomplish during his business meetings. You're amazed at how easily he can shift from work talk to casual conversation, and the way he seems genuinely interested in what you have to say.

When the food arrives, you're blown away by the flavors and the presentation of the dishes. Marcus was right; this place is truly special.

As you eat, you catch Marcus staring at you a few times, looking at you with an intensity that makes your heart race. It's not the first time you've noticed him looking at you like that, but something feels different this time.

Marcus smiles at you, and for a moment, it feels like there's no one else in the restaurant besides the two of you. "Well, I've been paying attention," he says, his voice low and warm. "I like to think I know you pretty well by now."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and you can't tell if it's from excitement or fear. The air between you suddenly feels charged with something electric, and you're acutely aware of his hand resting on the table, just inches away from yours.

For a moment, you're lost in the depths of Marcus' gaze, and you're not sure if you'll be able to bring yourself to meet his eyes again.

"You're blushing," Marcus says, his voice low and husky. "Is everything okay?"

You feel your blush deepen at his words, and you can't help but wonder what he's thinking. You've never seen him like this before, and it's making you feel a little dizzy.

"I'm fine," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just...enjoying the moment, I guess."

Marcus nods, his gaze still fixed intently on you. "Me too," he says, his voice barely audible over the soft music playing in the background.

For a few moments, the two of you simply sit in silence, lost in your own thoughts. You can feel the chemistry between you growing stronger by the second, and you're not sure how much longer you'll be able to resist the allure of this man who's been occupying your thoughts.

Marcus considers your question for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "I've been wondering the same thing," he admits, his voice deep and smooth. "I don't know exactly what it is, but I can sense something between us. Something that's been building for a long time."

You feel your heart race at his words, and you can't help but wonder what he means. For a moment, the two of you simply sit in silence, lost in thought.

Then, Marcus breaks the stillness with a slow smile. "Maybe we should just let things happen," he says, his voice low and husky. "See where the night takes us."

Marcus's smile widens at your words, and he leans closer to you. "Do you now?" he says, his voice deep and playful.

You nod, unable to stop the heat from rising to your cheeks. "I do," you say softly, your eyes locked on his.

He chuckles and reaches out to take your hand. "Then let's see what kind of trouble we can get into," he says, his tone suggestive.

As the two of you finish up your meal and head back to the hotel, you can feel the tension between you growing stronger by the second. You don't know where this night will lead, but you're more than ready to find out.

As the elevator begins to move upward, Marcus turns to you with a sly smile. "You know, I'm a bit of an insomniac," he says, his tone low and suggestive. "Maybe you could help me pass the time tonight?"

Your heart races at the suggestion, and you can feel your body responding to his words. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

Marcus leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I've been thinking about you for way too long, darling," he murmurs. "I can't take it anymore."

The elevator dings as it reaches his floor, and before you know it, Marcus is leading you down the hall and into his room.

As you look out the windows, Marcus moves up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he says softly. "But not nearly as beautiful as you."

You can feel his body pressing against yours, and you know that this is the moment you've been waiting for. You turn around in his arms, gazing up at him with a mixture of desire and nervousness.

"I've been wanting this for so long," he confesses, his voice low and husky. "Please tell me you feel the same way."

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. "More than anything," you say softly.

Without another word, Marcus swoops in to claim your lips in a searing kiss, crushing you against him as his hands explore your body eagerly.

Marcus kisses you passionately, his skilled hands exploring every inch of your body. His touch sends shivers down your spine as he presses his body against yours, his hard form molding to your curves. You feel his desire for you growing with every passing second.

As he continues kissing you, he reaches a hand down and hikes up your dress, revealing that you weren't wearing any underwear. He groans in appreciation at the sight of your bare body, finally pulling away from your lips to take in your nakedness.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I want to make you feel complete ecstasy."

As he speaks, Marcus drops to his knees in front of you, his fingers dancing across your skin as he kisses his way along your thighs.

With his tongue still caressing your most sensitive flesh, Marcus reaches up with both hands and pulls apart your lips, giving himself full access to your deliciousness. He alternates between gentle licks and deeper probing strokes, driving you wild with pleasure.

You moan loudly as he works his magic on you, and Marcus responds by intensifying his efforts, his tongue swirling around your clit until you're writhing in ecstasy. The world falls away as he takes you higher and higher into a pleasure that you've never experienced before.

"I want to make you come so hard," he murmurs against your skin. "I want you to scream my name."

Is this what it feels like to be worshipped? You find yourself wondering as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm you. The thought sends another wave of pleasure coursing through you, and you know that you're not going to last long.

Marcus groans against you as he feels you grinding against his tongue, sending vibrations through your sensitive flesh that drive you wild. He moans your name softly, completely lost in the pleasure of tasting you.

With your leg still draped over his shoulder, Marcus reaches a hand up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it gently as he continues devouring you. You can feel yourself nearing the edge, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until you're nearly drowning in it.

Finally, with a scream of pleasure, you reach your peak, your whole body shaking as you come undone in Marcus' mouth. You can feel him drinking in your essence, eagerly licking up every drop of your juices.

As the waves of pleasure slowly recede, Marcus stands and pulls you into a tight embrace, his hands running soothingly up and down your back. "I've been wanting to do that for weeks."

Marcus chuckles softly and tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. "I wouldn't say no to that," he says with a grin.

You pull back slightly, gazing up at him with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You've fantasized about going down on Marcus since the moment you met him, but now that the opportunity is here, you find yourself feeling a little intimidated.

With a deep breath, you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands shaking slightly as you unbuckle his belt. You can feel Marcus' eyes on you as you slowly pull his trousers and underwear down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

You waste no time in taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him in as deep as you can. Marcus gasps in pleasure, his hands tangling in your hair as you

Marcus moans softly, his head tilted back and his eyes closed in pleasure as you take him deeper into your mouth. His hand continues tangling in your hair, urging you on as you worship him with your mouth.

You can feel the heat building between your legs again as you taste him, the mix of his pleasure and your own sending you into a frenzy. You bob up and down on his length, taking him deeper and deeper until he's right on the edge of climax.

With a groan, Marcus pulls away slightly, looking down at you with hooded eyes. "I don't want to come just yet," he murmurs, pulling you up to stand in front of him once again.

You can feel your own excitement pulsing through your body, ready for whatever Marcus has in store for you next.

Marcus groans softly as you straddle him on the couch, his hands moving confidently over your body. He deepens the kiss, tasting you again as you grind against him. You can feel his hard length pressing into you, and you know that he's just as excited as you are.

Slowly, Marcus begins to guide your hips back and forth, grinding against him in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

Finally, Marcus pulls away from your lips, panting softly as he gazes up at you with a mix of desire and awe. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. "I want you more than anything."

With that, he flips you over onto your back, moving to place himself between your legs. He looks down at you for a moment, savoring the sight of you before dipping his head to taste you once again.

As Marcus begins to move against you, the pleasure builds higher and higher until you feel as though you're on the brink of a second orgasm. His movements are slow and measured, every thrust driving you closer to the edge.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you moan softly into his ear. The pleasure is almost too much to bear as he pounds into you, your bodies slick with sweat.

Finally, with a scream of pleasure, you climax once again, your whole body shaking with ecstasy. Marcus follows you over the edge, his own orgasm sending shockwaves through his body.

It takes a few moments for both of you to catch your breaths, sinking into the couch together as you come down from the high. "That was... amazing," Marcus murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You smile up at him, feeling more alive than you ever have before. "I think I'm in love with you," you murmur softly, not really caring about the consequences in this heated moment.

Marcus stares at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he leans down and presses another kiss to your lips. "I think... I might be in love with you too," he whispers, his hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Marcus smiles softly, his eyes warm with affection as he brushes his thumb over your cheek. "I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true," he replies earnestly. "I've been trying to ignore these feelings for so long, but I can't fight it anymore."

He leans in to capture your lips in another kiss, pouring all of his feelings into it. You feel his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve and inch of you.

"Will you be mine, officially?" he asks when the kiss finally ends, looking at you with hope and vulnerability in his eyes.

You smile up at him, feeling your heart burst with joy. "Yes, I want to be yours officially," you reply, leaning in to kiss him again. For once, you're not nervous about what the future holds. You just know that you're where you're meant to be.