Page 94 of The Third Baseman

I knew she could have removed them quicker; anyone else and I’d accuse them of putting on a show. From Marnie, however, it was a message; she wasn’t going to bend so willingly to my demand.

But it only spurred me on, especially when her shirt was the last thing to come off. It dropped to the floor, along with her bra.

Then I saw it, and my legs nearly gave way.

“Star…” I hissed, not quite believing what I was seeing. A shiver flew down her side as my thumb brushed over the tiny hand-drawn thundercloud and lightning bolt, sitting to the right under her left boob; over her heart.

I might be covered in her, but this was all me.

“You’re not the only one with a tattoo,” she whispered.

I dipped down, my cheek nestled against her tit and my tongue ran over the delicate lines, coating the tiny ridges with my saliva. My girl covered in me, painted in a permanent reminderof me.

Her hand brushed through my hair on the way to gripping the back of my neck. I felt the moan erupt from her diaphragm; deep, and rumbling, and desperate. Shivers flew across her skin like wildfire as my hands slipped into the elastic of her panties and tugged hard.

The scent of her need hit me, and I stood, my hands breezing over her curves, leaving a ripple of goosebumps in my wake.

With her head thrown back; my lips tracked up her neck before I pinched her jaw between my fingers and dragged her gaze up, forcing it to meet mine.

“You’re going to be leaking my cum for days.”

Shock didn’t have the chance to cross her face before she was launched onto the bed, her tits bouncing when she landed. My dick needed out of my pants, now.

I took my time; reaching behind and yanking my shirt off, enjoying the heat of her eyes trailing over me, the way she glanced up with an almost pained expression as my pants came off, and my cock bounced against my stomach; thick and hard.

All for her.

Her lips parted, and the tiniest gasp flew out.

I dreamed about this so many times over the years, it was hard to believe she was really there in front of me; whether the throbbing deep in my balls was purely down to my vivid imagination.

Then I remembered my imagination had never been this good, and I’d just made her a promise I fully intended to keep.

“We’re not teenagers anymore, Marn. Spread your legs. I want to see what I’ve been missing.”

I waited, giving my balls a gentle tug to distract myself while my eyes locked on her; feasting. Even the claps of thunder and flashes of lightning couldn’t break my connection.

Her knees dropped apart a fraction, but nothing like what I had in mind.

“Wider,” I growled.

Another small parting; her chest flushed pink with shyness, but there was going to be none of that in our bed. She knew me better than that.

She was going to know how much I worshiped her; I planned to show her every fucking day.

“Star… when I say wider, this is what I mean.” The mattress dipped under my knees, and I wrenched her legs apart. Her thighs glistened. Arousal seeped out, and a single drop ran down and hit the sheet beneath her. I caught a second on my thumb and sucked it into my mouth. Sweetness hit me harder than any sugar rush. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

My tongue tingled, my mouth pooled with saliva. I bent down, running my nose either side of her lips until I was coated in her. She shot up the bed with a groan as I took my tongue and dragged it up the length of her slit.

“That noise, Marn. Fuck! I’ve only heard it in my dreams.”

Another flash of lightning illuminated her, as I resumed my position.

“Ohhhhh… God,” she cried.

I wanted to remind her of my name, but my mouth was full. Scooping her ass up, I lifted her high, my arms under her thighs. Opening my eyes, all I could see was a line straight down her body through the space between her soft tits, to eyes rolling back in her head.

The mewling turned to whimpering turned to heavy, thick rasping.

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