Page 46 of With Love

“He handed me a loaded gun and told me to shoot Barrett. I begged him not to make me do it. He told me he was going to count to three and if I hadn’t done it, he was going to shoot me and then kill Barrett anyway.”

My body is tense and I am rooted to the spot. Tears are flowing like a waterfall, down my face. I can’t bear this. I can’t bear to hear what she went through. But I will. I’ll sit here as long as I have to. I will listen to her tell me everything single thing that she went through until she no longer feels the pain. I want her to give her pain to me. I want to bear it for her.

“When he got to two, I decided that the best course of action would be for me to end my life.” Tears are pouring down her cheeks now too. I am not sure which of us is crying harder.

“I lifted the gun to my temple and just as I was about to pull the trigger, Lock grabbed my arm and held it away from my head. He killed Barrett and left me on the floor of the pit, devastated and alone. He left me there, staring into the face of a man who was free from him. It was an absolutely horrific way to die, and his family has to live with a hole in their world, but he was free. And I hated him for it.”

I wrap my arms around her and I never want to let go. I feel our bodies trembling, racked with agony at what could have happened. We could have lost each other forever.

I pull her away from me just enough to look at her. I kiss her on the forehead. I kiss each of her eyes. I kiss down her nose. When I get to her mouth, she is ready for me and I slip my tongue in. With my hands gently caressing each side of her neck, I slowly lean her back until she is flat on the sofa. Her hands find their way under my t-shirt as mine find the curve of her hips. I maneuver her so she is underneath of me in between my legs. Pulling on my shirt, she has it over my head and on the floor in no time. I rest the lower half of my body on hers, letting my erection rub up against her clit and she cries out with lust.

“Marshall… I’m scared,” she breathes.

I stop my movements, but I don’t get off of her.

“Talk to me, what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” I rub her cheek with my thumb before my lips reach out and catch hers. I nibble on her bottom lip.

“I’m just so happy when I’m with you,” her voice fades away. “No, it’s more than happiness. I’m content. Like there is nothing else I’d rather be doing. Nowhere else I’d rather be. But on the other hand, I am terrified every day wondering, waiting for my world to crumble.”

“Listen to me. I won’t let that happen. I’ve fought so hard these past three years to get you back and I’ll be damned if something gets in the way of that. I love you more than life itself. Nothing will ever come between us again.”

With that she captures my lips with hers once more and she wraps her legs around my waist. She begins to rubbing herself up and down my length, her breathing getting heavier with each thrust.

Unwrapping her legs to gain access to my cock, she reaches her hand down between us and grasps me gently over my boxer briefs. Moving her hand to the base of my cock, she cups my balls and begins rolling them around in her palm.

It takes everything in my power not to come that very instant.

“That feels amazing,” I tell her as my eyes roll back into my head. “It’s been so long.”

Her movements slow and I can tell her mind is at work again.

“How long?” She asks. “I know it’s none of my business, so you don’t have to ans--”

“Three years.”

“Three years? All this time, and no one?”

“Even if I wanted to, there was no way. I’ve been a broken man for a long time. This, what I’m feeling right now; ha, what you’re feeling right now, hasn’t happened in three years.” There is no getting rid of the goofy smile that is stuck on my face at the moment. “It could never happen without you.”

My lips meet hers once more as my palm lands lightly on her breast. My hand lingers, caressing gently as I feel her nipple harden beneath it. She begins to pant as I run her nipple between my fingers. Her silky top may as well be made out of burlap; I can’t get close enough. I run kisses down her neck and across her chest before my mouth lands over the pebble where my fingers just were. I suck on it over her shirt, when all I really want to do is tear the material from her body and mark her as mine.

“Mmm, wait,” her hands push against my shoulders and I stand up allowing to have the space she needs right away.

“No, don’t go anywhere. I don’t want to stop,” she holds her hand out to me as she stands up off of the sofa. I could melt where I stand, getting a full look at her. Her skin is flush, her nipples erect. There is a slight wet mark from where my mouth was just a moment ago. The fabric sticking to her skin. My cock grows even harder which, only seconds before, I wouldn’t have thought was possible.

Moving toward me, her hands feather over the skin at my hips, just above the elastic of my underwear. Running her hand back and forth slowly, she slides her fingers further beneath the waistband. Bringing her other hand up, she slowly pulls the fabric down my legs until I feel them hit the tops of my feet. She still hasn’t looked down as I begin stepping out of them. Taking a small step back she hesitates before gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head.

Breathing heavily, I don’t know if she is more turned on or nervous. My gaze never breaks from hers as she stands there. I can tell she’s trying to decide what her next move will be. She guides me back down onto the sofa, but this time I am sitting in an upright position. As I run my hands up the tops of her legs, she steps back again. Just as I’m about to speak, she grabs ahold of her bottoms and slides them down her legs. You would have thought that I had died and gone to heaven seeing this angel standing in front of me.

She walks over to me and straddles my lap. Her pussy lips land perfectly on my cock and I can feel the heat escaping her slit. Throwing her arms around my neck, her mouth finds mine as she starts moving her hips forward and back, her slit sliding over my dick, coating me in her moisture. Instinctively, one of my hands finds her nipple while the thumb on my other hand reaches down and finds her clit. I rub it in a circular motion. Fast, then slow again. Speeding up slightly, stopping altogether. Then slow again. The longer I go, the louder her moans get. Replacing my fingers with my mouth, I suck her nipple between my teeth lightly. I hear a sharp intake of breath, but it isn’t because she is in pain. My free hand runs down the side of her body, curves in toward the apex of her thighs and dives down between her legs. She cries out when I insert a finger inside of her. I move my mouth over to her other nipple. Another sharp intake of breath. Before she catches her breath, I insert a second finger inside of her.

“Oh, God. Marshall!” She whisper-screams.

“Let go baby. I’ve got you. No one will be able to hear.”

I feel her begin to tense.

“I’m close, so close. Don’t stop.”

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