Page 8 of Forbidden Love, Part One

I didn’t complain after that. Partly because I was too lost in the bliss to want him to stop.

He pulled me up and helped me remove my top at the same time that I helped him remove his. His breathing hitched when he saw that I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” his breaths were desperate now as his kisses moved lower on my chest.

I gasped when his tongue circled my nipple, and he pulled it into his mouth. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His arms wrapped around my back and squeezed me until my chest was arched into him. I was too lost in it all. My fingers gliding through the roots of his hair and tugging ever so gently. I was confused as to how we’d ended up here from the chaos that had happened earlier, but I wasn’t complaining.

After giving more than enough attention to my breasts, he moved further down, trailing kisses down my stomach to the waistband of my pajama shorts.

He looked up at me, his beautiful green eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Can I?” He asked, gesturing to where his fingers now hovered above my shorts.

“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”

He shrugged. “Just making sure.”

With deft fingers, he got my shorts off of me, followed by my panties. Then, he just stared at my body for all of the five breaths that I held. I didn’t know what he thought because his face was as impassive as they came. I flushed so hard that I thought my entire body was on fire.

When his eyes finally met mine again, I saw the restrained will that he held behind them.

“I should’ve kissed you before you left,” he breathed. “I should’ve made you mine long before that.”

I furrowed my brows, confused as to why he was talking about this now.

“All of you could’ve been mine.” He swallowed. “It’s not a mistake I intend to repeat.” Keeping his eyes on me, he sank his head between my thighs. “If you squirm, I’ll stop. Got it?”

I nodded quickly before I felt the first lap of his tongue on me. My hips bucked but his hands were on my thighs, holding me in place.

I gasped when he started sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. Everything within me caught on fire. Every vein, every artery, every capillary. I was set completely ablaze, and it all started with his tongue working its magic on me. He pushed a finger into me, coaxing even more moans from my throat.

My hands were balled into fists, gripping the cushions, and pulling hard. I tried not to move too much, but that was hard to do when he was working his tongue and fingers in tandem to throw me into oblivion.

I arched off the couch as my climax coursed through me. My body was trembling like a leaf at the same time that I floated onto whatever cloud had come down to take me away.

Marshall’s handsome face came over me with a smile that reeked of pure masculine victory. “If that drives you so crazy then I can only imagine what you’re going to do if you get all of me,” he said.

My eyes cleared up and stayed focused on him. I couldn’t tell if he saw what I took his words to mean. He’d said that he hadn’t given his all to Monica, and while it may have been two different scenarios, I understood it to be something else entirely from what I thought he was intending.

He stood on his knees and pushed his pants to his thighs, exposing his long, thick length.

I sucked in a sharp breath wondering if there was any way that I could take all of him in me.

When I looked at him again, I immediately wiped all traces of awe from my face. I wished that I could wipe that cocky smirk off his as well.

“Don’t be like that,” he murmured as he returned to hovering just above my lips. “I can practically see you hesitating over the size.”

“I won’t stroke your ego, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

He smiled and placed a brief kiss on my lips, and I felt his tip waiting just at my entrance. “I’ll be doing enough stroking for the both of us.”

I rolled my hips in an attempt to get more friction between us, but he pulled away.

“Tell me you’re okay with this,” he whispered like he was still unsure of my answer.

“I am,” I breathed. I turned and captured his lips with mine just as he inserted himself a few inches into me. I gasped, our lips brushing against each other.

“Just a little more.” He kissed my ear. “Your body fits like a glove around mine.” He pushed even further into me ever so slowly. I moaned in pleasure and pain, as he inhaled sharply. “You were made for me,” he said, hitting my end just as he sank his final inches into me.

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