I'm on my couch waiting for Marshall. I don't know where Thatcher went, but I wouldn't dare call him. Who knows what he's going through with Cash, neither of them were here when I came back from the gym. Marshall had been texting me all day so I just told him to come over.
My long wait is finally over when I hear his familiar knocking pattern on the front door. I call to him that it's open and he walks in, shutting it behind him. I smile upon his entrance, all around glad to see him. He walks over and takes off his leather jacket, tossing it over the back on the couch revealing his sculpted tattooed arms.
I stand up, running my hands up his chest and then pulling him down by the shirt collar. I press my lips on his, my hand sliding around to the back of his neck, running through his hair. His hands fall to my hips, squeezing me.
"Hey." I say, kind of out of breath.
"Hey." He laughs, smiling enough to show off his dimple.
"I missed you." I tell him, leaning against his body.
"I've missed you too." He says right back, brushing his nose on mine. "Even though we haven't been apart for very long."
"It was enough." I say, kissing him quickly again.
When I pull away he protests by pressing our bodies together again. He starts kissing my neck gently, his breath quickening as he does it. My hands rest on his hips, letting him do as he pleases.
"Oh Rachel." He whispers to me. "Just looking at you gets me hard."
I'm shocked by his words, my insides tingle because they know what's coming. I hold the back of his neck, and feel him start sucking at the skin on mine. He rests his hand in the small of my back and then pushes me against him. I wrap my arms around him and he pushes my hair out of the way of my neck, holding it in his fist. His other hand wanders across my chest, off setting the pain his lips are giving.
"Let's go upstairs..." I say quietly.
He disconnects from my neck and glares at me with that look in his eye. My heart jumps and he crouches down, tossing me over his shoulder and heading for the stairs. I don't have time to protest, he ascends the stairs two at a time and enters my room, closing and locking the door behind us.
He lays me down on the bed, kissing his way up to my lips. He slowly drags his hands down my torso and unbuttons my pants, sliding the zipper down. He begins to touch me and I moan into his mouth. I feel him smirking against my skin.
Soon it gets difficult to continue kissing him while bottling the pleasure his hand is creating. I turn away from our kiss, breathing hard and squeezing his shoulders. This goes on for a few minutes before Marshall slides off of me, kneeling before the foot of the bed. My instant involuntary reaction is to close my legs but his hands prevent me from doing so. It clicks for me what he's doing and I feel nervous.
"Marshall I'm nervous." I say, hearing my own voice shake. We haven't really done this in a while.
"I'm gonna make you feel good baby." He says, and then presses a soft kiss to my jean-covered calf. "If you don't like it tell me to stop."
I nod lightly and he runs his hands up my inner thighs to the waistband of my jeans, pulling them down my legs and off. My breathing quickens upon reflex, and I fist the sheets on either side of me. He waits for a second and kisses me once on the knee for reassurance. His fingers hook in the lace of my underwear and slowly but surely he guides them off.
Involuntarily my knees try to snap together but Marshall holds them apart, giving himself a full frontal view. I feel so exposed for him even though my top is still on. He begins the tedious process of kissing up my inner thigh until he reaches his destination.
I feel his breath before I feel him. He kisses me there, and then gradually intensifies the feeling with the addition of his tongue. I try my best to keep my knees apart but I struggle. He holds my hips down, making it easier for him. My hands slip into his hair, running through it and tangling it. He brushes his tongue over me and presses his thumb against my center, making my back arch.
