61. Marnie

Not giving me a chance to respond to that, Dusty plants his big hand between my breasts and eases me onto my back.

His hands slide up my thighs, fingertips pressing into my skin, making me feel his touch muscle deep. He slips my panties down my legs, leaving me naked before him. Weaving his arms under my legs, he tugs my thighs up onto his shoulders, bracing my hips with his hands.

Lowering, his nose draws a soft line across my hip, skimming down between my legs. He drags his broad tongue down my center and back up again. My fingers weave through his hair, twining the soft strands between them.

He moves his lips to my clit, sealing it off. He sucks gently, making my hips buck slowly. I press on the back of his head and he sucks harder, dragging a strangled whimper from my chest. Easing up on my clit, he moves back down to my center, dipping his tongue inside. He growls in approval. “You taste so good, baby girl.”

He turns his head, biting my thigh. “I dream about this, you know.”

He inserts a finger, sliding it in to his knuckle. “Look at me when I’m eating you out, baby.”

I push myself up on shaky elbows, forcing myself to meet those fierce blue eyes. He smirks at me. “Good girl.”

Those words make me feel giddy and happy.

It’s a little silly, but so fucking sexy. A smile curves my lips.

He moves his tongue back to my clit, fluttering it there like a bird’s wing. My head droops back.

“Eyes on me.”

He says, voice somehow dropping an octave. He waits until I’m looking. “I want to watch your face when you come.”

I laugh, hot and bothered and frustrated. “Such confidence.”

“Is that a challenge?”

It’s not. I know he’s more than capable.

His hand smooths up my stomach. “Fifteen seconds, flat.”

I laugh. “I’d like to see that.”

I really would.

Nobody’s counting, but there’s not a need. He moves his mouth between my legs. Pushing two fingers inside, he fucks me with them, while attacking my clit with his tongue. In just a few heartbeats, I’m coming around his fingers, shaking thighs squeezing down on his shoulders. He groans quietly, tongue lapping up the wetness he’s wrung from me.

He prowls forward, a smug, but well-earned smile on his face. Hooking his arm under my waist, he drags me to the middle of the bed and pushes my thighs apart.

I’m still coming down. My body is a Marnie shaped puddle of tingling nerves and limp muscles. I let him push my thighs even wider, slowly become aware of the fact that he’s shaking too.

This is something neither of us has done.

Considering my age, maybe that’s a bit remarkable. But I’ve never been in a place where I would even consider it.

So, I won’t judge Dusty for being a little shaky.

I think I’m shaking, too.

His hips settle between my thighs, letting some of his weight press me down into the bed. I can feel his tip nudging between my folds. He draws me into his arms, kissing the corner of my mouth before pressing his lips against mine. Parting my lips with his tongue, he slowly pushes his tongue and his hips forward at the same time, groaning into my mouth.

It’s like I’m feeling him for the first time. All of him.

He’s stretching me, filling me, commanding my attention. His shaft is a steel rod, his skin is soft velvet.

“Fuck, Marnie.”

He groans, pulling back slowly to plunge back in, deeper this time. “I don’t think I can think straight. You feel so good.”

I would reply if I wasn’t so busy losing my damn mind. Twining my fingers in his hair, I press my forehead into the crook of his neck.

He showers me with praises, sweet nothings fluttering off his lips. He’s worshipping me with his words, with his cock, fucking me with slow and deliberate strokes, as though he’s trying to remember this down to the second. It’s sweet torture.

Pushing on his chest, I direct him to lay on his back. He settles back, but his hands immediately find my hips, like he’s not quite able to give over complete control. I straddle his hips, planting my hands on his chest. He lifts me slightly and I reach between us, guiding him back inside. His cock glides along my center, filling me with delicious abruptness.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.”

He reaches up, pulling me forward so that he can kiss me. He wants to devour my mouth, but I tease him. Staying just out of reach so he can’t quite conquer me. He kisses me and I pull back. He lifts up and I pull back farther until he pushes into a seated position.

His hand braces against my back and he finally succeeds, kissing me with bruising, hungry lips. I wrap my legs around his hips, clinging to his broad shoulders. We move in sync, his cock dragging against all the important spots. I’d be crying out his name if he didn’t have his tongue in my mouth. As it is, I’m moaning, whimpering, barely holding on as a sweet ache builds and builds.

He’s growing tense in my arms, hips rocking more forcefully. “That’s it. Just like that, baby girl. It’s so good. It’s never been this good.”

He kisses my jaw, nipping at my earlobe. “I’m obsessed with you. Your lips. Those freckles. This sweet, tight pussy. You’re always on my mind.” His hands spread across my back, holding me close. “I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you. I’ve never loved someone the way I love you. Baby girl, I think you’ve fucked me up because I’m never going to be the same. There’s never going to be another like you.”

I feel like I’m caught up in a hurricane. Between his words and the way he’s possessing my body, my thoughts are going hazy. It feels like being punch drunk. All I can do is hold on while the feelings spiral and spin, tighter and tighter, until there’s nowhere to go. They just expand like a supernova, cascading through every single nerve in my body. It’s his name on my lips, and his body holding me up, and I want to tell him that I feel the same way. I’m never going to be the same after this.

He groans as my pussy twitches and squeezes down on his shaft. “Baby, I’m close.”

I’m still a space cadet, loosely tethered to the earth. I nod, wrapping my arms tighter around his shoulder.

He sucks in a breath, fingers tightening on my back.

Putting his hands around my waist, he starts to lift me, but I’m not ready to let him go just yet. I roll my hips, corkscrewing back down until my pelvis grinds against his.

He groans. “I better pull out.”

And take this cock away? “Not allowed.”

His lips brush against my ear. I can hear his ragged breath, feel it feathering over my sensitive skin. “Can I come in you?”

I’m on cloud nine. I would agree to anything this gorgeous human asked for. I lean into him, his scratchy jaw against my smooth cheek. “Yes. Please. I want to feel it.”

He sucks in another breath. I know he loves it when I say please. He closes his eyes and I watch in pure fascination as his eyebrows knit closer together. It’s like he’s balancing on the edge between exquisite pleasure and excruciating torture. His entire body tenses up under me and he wraps his arms around my lower back, driving deep inside with short, forceful thrusts. His cock seems to get even harder. And then he’s groaning, trembling, as he comes. I can feel his shaft throbbing and flexing inside, filling me with his warm seed.

We hold each other like that, both of us waiting for our hearts to stop racing.

The lust fog in my brain clears, replaced by tranquil clarity. I feel inspired. Like I should be writing poetry. Or painting a masterpiece.

The entire night, the way he dominated me mind, body, and spirit, was absolute perfection.

I have this vague feeling that we’ve stepped into dangerous territory. I just can’t make myself care about that while he’s still inside me. While I’m still in his arms.

Later tonight, when I’m staring at the ceiling, I’m sure it will come back to me. Because these are not small issues.

It will be impossible to ignore.

He’s never asked me if I’m on birth control.

And he said he loved me.

I’m not even sure he knows he said it.

Could have just been a thing that came out in the throes of passion.

But somehow, I really doubt that was the case.