I had lit candles for the only source of lighting, and I made sure they were rose-scented. I had to quickly run to the store before this. I also made sure Marco had lube in his desk drawer. I had made the bed nicely and showered so that I was clean and smelled nice. I had bought lavender scented bath bombs for after we finished. I had even bought a nice, purple rope if Marco wanted to use it on me. It was laid out on the bed next to the lube for Marco to see while we ate. Now all I had to do was wait for Marco to arrive. 

Marco walked through the door five minutes later, locking it behind him, even though that wasn't necessary. He was dressed in a black button-up, with a green suit jacket and a green tie. He was wearing jeans with the outfit, which somehow made him look even better. He stared at me. 

"You're beautiful," He whispered. I could already feel my face heating up. He glanced at the pasta, then at the bed. He gasped when he saw what I had laid out. "Is that what I think it is?" He asked. 

"It's only for if you want to use it," I blushed. Marco sat in his desk chair and moved it closer to my chair. He kissed me, then pulled back. 

"You wouldn't have bought it if you didn't want me to use it," Marco whispered. He was right. I wanted him to have control in those moments. I wanted him to take care of me and make me feel safe. "I'll use it," Marco whispered. 

"I got us food," I weakly responded, gesturing toward the food. He was already making me feel needy. Marco glanced at the food. 

"Let's eat then," He smiled. He grabbed a fork with one hand, then put his other hand on my upper thigh. My breath hitched, and I slightly squirmed under his hand. He took his hand away. "Already? You're so impatient," Marco joked, kissing my forehead. 

The rest of dinner was extremely sweet, especially for the activities that were about to happen. Marco asked me all sorts of things, from my favorite candy to irrational fears. He took the time to know the little things about me, and we laughed and smiled as we ate dinner. It was an extremely romantic dinner.

After eating, I led him to the bed. This was still new and slightly embarrassing, and I was scared of doing something wrong. Marco reassured me, kissing me gently and laying me back on the bed. "I got bath bombs for after. They're lavender," I whispered. Marco smiled and gave me a hum of approval before kissing me. 

I slowly pushed his suit jacket away before a rush of heat came over me. I pulled him down on me by his tie and kissed him fiercely. I could feel the need taking over. Marco grabbed the rope, and my face flushed. He gently tied my wrists together, making sure that it wasn't too tight, but tight enough that it wouldn't slip off. He put one end of the rope in my hands. 

"If you pull on this, it'll undo the rope. If you change your mind, feel uncomfortable, or just don't want the rope anymore, pull that. Are you okay with continuing?" Marco asked. I had never felt safer. I nodded. "Baby, you know I like it when you say it for me," Marco continued. 

"Yes. I've never been more sure," I responded, staring at Marco lovingly. His hands started exploring, and he gave me gentle, quick kisses on the lips. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my chest, but not fully taking the shirt off. 

Marco looked at the purple rope, then my purple shirt. "God, you look so good in purple," He explained, eying me hungrily. 

"You're really going to like what else I'm wearing, in that case," I responded. Marco's eyes when wide. He unbuttoned my dress pants and unzipped them, revealing the purple boxers that I bought for this. 

"You're going to be the death of me," Marco groaned. He pulled my pants off, then moved back to take in the sight of me. "I almost don't want to take these off," Marco continued, running his finger along my waistband. I was starting to get desperate for him to touch me. 

"Please, Marco. I love the way you make me feel," I choked out, knowing exactly what to say. Marco immediately took my boxers off. Then he did something unexpected, leaning down and taking me in his mouth. I cried out, and I was glad it was just us in the house. He looked up at me through his eyelashes. 

He pulled off. "Is that okay?" He asked. I nodded, letting out a string of incoherent sentences. Marco went back down. I watched him. He somehow managed to seem polite. As I was getting closer, I couldn't resist the urge to grab at his hair. I pulled the string on the rope, and as Marco promised, it came undone. I tangled my hands in his hair, tugging slightly, and he let out a quiet moan. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Marco, I need- I'm going to-" I cried out. Marco did not slow his pace. I finished, and he swallowed. My body was shaking.

Marco came up, wrapping me in a hug. I held him tight, still slightly shaking. "Jackson, are you alright?" He asked. I nodded, reaching down and taking him in my hands. He let out a moan, shakily holding himself up. 

"I need you, now," I demanded. Marco grabbed the lube and started rubbing it on his fingers so he could get me ready. He did it quickly, but carefully. I could tell he was needy, too. "I'm ready," I moaned. Marco gently pushed into me. 

We took it slow, and he was gentle. He caressed my sides and gave me praise. I kept making noises and saying his name. When we finished, we each cried out each other's name. Marco gently pulled out, then lay next to me, holding me in his arms. My body was shaking again. He seemed more out of it than he did last time. I kissed him softly. 

"I love you," I whispered. Marco smiled at me, running his fingers through my hair. 

"I love you too," He responded. "I'm going to get the washcloth, clean up the main mess, and get the bath going," Marco mumbled, shakily standing up. He was only gone for a minute before he returned and gently cleaned me up. After that, he carried me to the tub. We added bath bombs and bubbles. It smelled of lavender and rose. Marco pulled me against him, giving me soft kisses. 

"The rope didn't last long," Marco teased. I blushed and playfully pushed him. he wrapped his arms around me. 

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to do that. It caught me off guard, and I was a little overwhelmed," I responded, kissing his cheek. 

We stayed in the bathtub together until the water ran cold. Marco carefully helped me out of the tub, drying me off and dressing me in his clothes. He lovingly carried me to the bed and lay me down, pulling me against him. I happily obliged. I was happy that he was in my life. I felt so loved.