Marcie and Leo Ch. 180 (The Finale)

The morning started out like any other. I opened my eyes and felt her warmth next to me. I look over and saw her head facing me on the bed. Because of the season, we had a sheet over us even though we were still completely naked. Before I thought about moving, I could feel her start to move before our lips touched gently.

"You slept in this time, Leo," she whispered.

"I'm trying," I answered back.

I have been having the habit as of late of still getting up at 5:30 even on weekends. Sometimes, Marcie would wake up with me and join me for a cup of coffee before heading back to bed for a little more sleep. Other times, well... if you have read my stories, you might have an idea. This fine morning, she pressed herself against me as we held each other. My hand went immediately to her lower back.

"I enjoy these kinds of mornings," she whispered as her eyes began to sparkle.

As her hand began to reach downward to start to feel my responsiveness, my hand moved downward as well to squeeze one of her cheeks. I still savor the fact she keeps enough on her rear to make squeezing a delight, even with as much as she works out. It was a moment before she rolled me onto my back and she straddled my waist. I could feel her warmth centering right above my member before she leaned forward to kiss me.

"I need this right now," she whispered.

She paused for a moment before she looked at me.

"Leo, can I fuck you this morning?"

I looked at her and smiled before she smiled back. She then raised up enough to push my hardened member to slide inside her before she started to ride. Just watching her eyes close, her breasts bounce a little and hearing her moans made it difficult not to fill her up that quickly.

"Leo, I need you to cum," she whispered.

My hands gripped her hips tighter before I whispered back.

"What if I don't want to cum inside you this way, my pet?" I asked.

She looked at me before I rolled her onto her back before climbing on top to slam into her more forcefully. Her moans grew in volume as I kept pounding her like that.

"You want me to fill you up, Amor?" I asked.

She started nodding her head fervently.

"Uh uh,"I said a bit more demandingly, "You need to answer me. Do you want me to fil your cunt?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered.

"Who does your cunt belong to?" I asked her, feeling a bit needier by the moment.

"Fill your cunt, Leo. Please!"

It didn't take long afterwards for her to get her wish. It felt like I emptied every essence of my being inside her. As I kissed her face after doing so, I rolled off her and went to her toy drawer for her toys to offer them to her. She took them and started to work on her filled pussy while I watched. I love hearing her gentler moans as she did what she needed to for her climax. As she started edging closer, she looked over and saw that I was edging closer myself.

"Fuck, Leo, do you want to watch me cum for you?" she asked.

"Yes, Amor. Cum for me my beautiful bride."

I watched as her mouth opened and barely a sound came out. She seemed to freeze for just a moment before she looked at me and smiled with a devilish look.

"Looks like someone wants another round," she said as she rolled onto her stomach and pushed her rear end into the air. I slid in behind her and felt how wet she was before slamming into her.

"Smack my ass," she said.

I smacked her ass a few times before placing my hands tightly on her hips to drive into her.

"It's been a while since we did a twofer," I told her.

"Feels like we both need it," she replied.

It didn't last long after that before I deposited a second load inside her before we snuggled under the sheets. As we lay there holding each other, my mind started to wander about our situation. A widower and a widow getting together soon after the passing of their spouses. A relationship developing over a short time before they decided to move in together and then to marry. A work-a-holic man who had been taught to allow himself the chance to relax with a woman who had to discover her own strength and independence. It felt like a story to be honest. Yet there I was holding her tight.

"You're getting sentimental, aren't you Leo?" she asked.

"Just a bit, Amor," I answered.

"Are you sure you're not sick of me yet?"

I shook my head.

"We have all the time in the world."

(I am breaking my normal format of writing the blurbs at the beginning. I am unsure when I will take up this story again, but I appreciate the readers who have supported me through this site to continue it. To my Marcie, I wish you much happiness and joy and a reminder I am always around when you need me. Thank you for allowing me the chance to imagine both Good Neighbors and Marcie and Leo for the last four years. It is my hope that everyone finds their Leo or their Marcie or at least find their happiness.)