"Hm?" I whined. It was dark outside, so I was almost certain it was the middle of the night. "Is there a tornado?" I mumbled, pulling the blanket over my face. 

"Well, yeah, but we should be out of the way. That's not why I woke you, though. You're um, you're on top of me," Marco responded. That woke me up. I glanced up. I was lying on Marco's chest with my arms around him. I should move, but he is so warm. "I mean, it's okay. I don't mind. I just thought you should know so you can move if you want," Marco ranted. 

"I'm going back to bed," I mumbled, burying my face further into Marco. He was so warm, and it was so cold outside. Marco pulled me closer to him. He smelled like cedar wood and citrus. This was so wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to move away. Marco ran his fingers through my hair, and I practically melted. It didn't take long for me to fall back to sleep. 

Marco's hands were on me. Marco was all around me. Marco was soft and gentle and caring and-

"Jackson," Marco hissed, shaking me awake again. I froze, blushing violently. It was the storm. Storms always made me feel like this. "Jackson," Marco repeated, more firmly this time. I realized why he was waking me up. My body was fully pressed against him. He knew. 

"I, um. It's the storm," I coughed out, moving away from him. He stared at me. "It's just something about this weather," I continued. 

"The storm made you turned on?" He asked. I blushed violently, then gave a weak nod. "The storm made you say my name?" Fuck. He knew. 

"You're so frustrating," I replied, looking anywhere but at him. He gently grabbed my chin and made me look at him. 

"And you're hard," Marco replied, letting go of my face. "I can help you with your small problem if you would like." Lightning struck, the lights flickered, and I whimpered. What was wrong with me? I nodded. "I'm going to need you to say it." 

"Yes," I whined, pushing myself against him. Marco's hands were on my waist in a second. I pushed up against him, trying to find some relief. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into the bed, sitting up to look down at me. 

"How far do you want to go? I don't want to do anything outside of your comfort zone," Marco asked. We shouldn't be doing anything like this at all, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. 

"I want you," I moaned. Marco's face when red, and he gestured for me to continue. "Inside of me," I finished. Marco's face went even redder. "I washed and everything, and even experimented a bit, but I didn't really know what I was doing," I continued. 

"I'm going to take off this hoodie. Is that okay?" Marco asked, tugging at the hoodie he let me borrow. I nodded. "Use your words," He added. 

"Yes," I responded. Marco stood up, walking away. The whimper I let out was embarrassing. He locked his bedroom door, then came back, sitting over me with one of his knees between my legs. I rubbed against him, desperate for friction. Marco pulled the hoodie off me, revealing my chest. His hands were on me in an instant. He pushed my hips into the bed. 

"Hey, you're going to have to be patient if you want me to give you what you want," Marco whispered. I nodded. He started kissing and sucking at my neck, and I let out a small whine, tugging at his hair. I pulled his head up to face me. I stared into his eyes before lunging forward. His lips were on mine in an instant. I wanted more. I pressed further into Marco. "Patience, Sweetheart." I melted at the pet name he gave him. 

His hands traced lines up and down my chest before moving to play with my nipple. I moaned out. That should not have felt as good as it did. "Stop teasing," I choked out. 

Marco chuckled and pulled the string on my sweatpants, untying them in one go. He pulled both my pants and boxers down, taking them off, and leaving me completely exposed. He hungrily eyes me up and down, taking in the sight of me. He went to take off his shirt, but I stopped him. 

"I want to do that," I explained, pulling his hoodie off for him. I helped him take off his boxers and sweatpants next. He was bigger than I was expecting. I was starting to get nervous. 

"Hey, are you okay? We don't have to continue if you don't want to. We can also do something a little less intense if you would prefer," Marco asked. 

"I want this. I want you," I moaned. "I'm just a little nervous," I added. 

"It's okay to be a little nervous. We can take it slow, and I'll be extra gentle. If you feel any discomfort, let me know, okay?" Marco asked. I nodded. "Jackson," Marco added. 

"Yes, I'll let you know," I responded, giving him the verbal answer that he wanted. He pushed me into the bed, kissing me deeply. I pushed myself against him, grinding into him. Lightning struck, and the power went out again, leaving only the light from the candles. I let out another whine, pulling him against me. He pulled away, rummaging through a drawer on his desk, then pulled out lube.

He squirted some out of the bottle, then moved his hand lower until he found my entrance.  He slowly and carefully pushed in one finger. It felt way better than it should have felt. Something was wrong with me. He carefully moved in and out. 

"You're going to need a good amount of prep, so be patient with me, okay?" Jackson explained. I nodded, whimpering as he carefully put in a second finger. "You're doing so good," Jackson whispered. I moaned out. "What? You like it when I tell you how good you're doing?" 

"Yes," I responded, pushing myself into his fingers. He continued to move them before adding a third. I could feel a slight stretch, but it didn't hurt. "Please," I whimpered, unsure of what I was asking for. Marco started to move his fingers, and it felt incredibly good. He brushed against a spot that made me see stars, and I whimpered, arched my back off the bed, and finished on my chest. I covered my face with my arm, embarrassed that I finished so early. Marco kept the hand inside of unbearably still, using his other hand to move my arm. 

"Do you want to stop now, or do you want me to keep going?" Marco asked. I slowly started to move against his fingers. Marco chuckled. "You want me to keep going?" Marco asked. I nodded and whined. "Can you use your words?"

"Yes. Yes, please, don't stop. I need you now. I need you," I whimpered, too far gone to feel embarrassed. Marco pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty. I whined and pouted. 

"Hey, I'm giving you what you asked for. Are you still okay with this?" Marco asked, lubing himself up. I let my head fall back against the pillow. 

"Yes," I responded. He lined himself up with my entrance, slowly pushing himself in. I moaned and pulled him toward me, kissing him deeply. I moved to kiss his neck while he was pushing inside of me. He groaned, and I whined, pushing myself against him until he was all the way again. 

"You're doing so good for me," He breathed out, finally touching me and taking me in his hand. He gave me a few pumps before letting go. "Is it okay if I move now?" He asked. I nodded and breathed out an incoherent reply. He started to gently thrust into me. It didn't take him long to find the spot that made me feel so good. 

He whispered sweet things to me, told me how well I was doing, and called me pet names the whole time. I don't think I would have been able to form a sentence, even if I tried. Eventually, he finished, which felt insanely good, so I finished on my chest. We stayed still for a minute just breathing before Marco pulled out. I let out a small whine. He brushed my hair away from my face. "Are you okay?" Marco asked. I couldn't bring myself to say anything, so I nodded. I felt guilty for doing this, even though I enjoyed every second of it. I noticed that the power was back on, casting a purple glow on us. 

"I'm going to run us a bath and get you cleaned up, okay?" Marco explained, pulling himself out of my arms. I whined and nodded. My legs were shaking. He went into the bathroom, and I heard the water flowing. I started to cry. I wasn't even sure why I was crying. I just knew that I was. I heard the water turn off, and Marco walked over to me with a damp washcloth, then noticed my tears. 

"Hey, are you hurt? What happened?" Marco asked, taking me in his arms and rocking me back and forth. I sniffled and wiped at my eyes. 

"No, I just- You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" I asked. Marco pulled me closer. 

"What? No, of course not!" Marco responded. "Hey, why don't we get you cleaned up. You can have a nice warm bath, then I'll find something comfortable for you to wear, and if you want, we can cuddle," Marco responded, running his fingers through my hair. I nodded. Marco took the washcloth, gently wiping the main mess away and cleaning me up.

After he was done, he gently lifted me, carrying me to the bathroom, and gently set me in the tub. The water was nice and warm. It was filled with bubbles, and it smelled faintly of roses and lavender. Marco was extremely gentle with me. He kissed my forehead, then pulled me against him, so that my head was leaning against his shoulder. We stayed like that until the water started to cool. 

Marco left to grab something for us to wear, then helped me climb out of the tub. He dried me off, making sure to be careful, especially when he got to places where I was more sensitive. He was so loving with me. I wanted to kiss him over and over again. He made me feel safe. He carefully dressed me in his clothes, which smelled like him. 

We went back to bed, and I cuddled up to him. He was warm. He was gentle. He cared for me. I loved him. I buried my face in his chest. He kissed the top of my head. I leaned up, giving him a proper, soft kiss. "Get some sleep. We can talk about this in the morning," Marco whispered, running his hand through my hair again. I nodded, letting the exhaustion from our activities take hold of me.