Marshall: The Manny

Chapter 11

11

D emi

My Manny: We can’t wait for you to get home.

The picture Marshall sent me of him and Denny made me smile. I missed them already, and I’d only been at the office for a few hours. Was this normal? Enjoying being with a man so much that you hated being away from him? Logically I knew life didn’t revolve around him and my son, but my life did, and I couldn’t wait to get back to them.

Sighing, I stood and headed out of my office. Jessica was busy typing away at her computer, but that didn’t stop me from blurting, “I’m falling in love with the manny. That’s a horrible idea, right?” Since she stared at me and blinked, I continued. “I’m stretched thin as it is. I hired him to help with my son because I was low on time. How crazy would it look for me to get into a relationship right now? How would that even work?”

“Are you done?”

“Yes,” I whined with a roll of my eyes, causing her to chuckle.

“It’s not a horrible idea. It’s a good idea. You know upfront that he’s great with kids and adores your son. From what you tell me, he adores you too. You were stretched thin, but he’s been helping you. I don’t think it’s crazy at all. I think it’s actually quite sane.”

I considered her words. Life had been easier with Marshall in it. Our routine was working beautifully. The time I spent with my son was most cherished. Being with Marshall, too, was like the cherry on top. Maybe I was overthinking, because last night, I had no reservations at all. But in the light of the day, it felt like I was looking for a reason to pull away from something that felt too good to be true.

“What if he leaves?”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“What if it fails?”

“What if it flourishes?”

“Jessiiieee.”

“No. I’m not going to subscribe to your overthinking. You’re doing enough of that as is. Marshall’s a great guy for the both of you. Get out of your head and into your heart. It won’t steer you wrong.”

My mouth twisted to the side as I considered her words. I dropped a quick kiss to her cheek and thanked her before heading back to my office to text Marshall.

Me: I can’t wait to get back home to y’all too ??

That Evening

Denver cuddled against me, fighting his sleep. He was in a clingy mood, and I didn’t mind at all. Marshall was unusually quiet downstairs and I wondered what he was up to, but he told me not to come down until he came to get me.

As I hummed a lullaby to my son and rocked him, a comfortable smile rested on my face. The changes in our lives in such a short time felt surreal, but I was grateful to God for it. I knew Denny was about to go to sleep when he reached for my ear. He held mine and his to put himself to sleep. I continued to rock him in the rocking chair until I heard the sound of his little snores. With a smile, I held him for a little while longer before giving him a few kisses and putting him in his bed.

I watched over him in awe until Marshall came to get me.

“What are you up to?” I asked him as curiosity got the best of me.

“You’ll see in a second.”

He led me out onto the back patio, which he’d turned into a romantic wonderland. Curtain lights hung, candles were lit, and there were rose petals all over the floor and table. Also on top of the table was champagne and a charcuterie and brie board. Soft music played in the background, and I was absolutely smitten over this man.

“I didn’t want to wait until the weekend to take you on a date. I hope this is okay.”

“This is perfect,” I cooed, turning to hug him.

In his embrace, Marshall lowered his lips to mine. We kissed until I felt his dick harden against me. I didn’t judge him, because my pussy was leaking too. Marshall pulled my chair out before taking his across the table. As we nibbled, we talked and got to know each other a little more. Then, we danced. And we kissed, then talked and danced some more. I couldn’t remember a time I smiled more than I did that night.

Though I tried to help clean up, he insisted I go inside and take it easy. I went into my room and waited for him, hoping he’d spend the night with me again. I slept peacefully with my body against his. I wasn’t sure how long it took him, but by the time I felt him crawl into my bed, I’d drifted off to sleep. Wanting to wake up, I grabbed the remote to put some light in the room. Once the TV was on, I sat up and leaned against the headboard.

“You and your son got fighting y’all sleep bad,” he teased, pulling me between his legs and against his chest.

All I could do was laugh because that was true. We both were too curious to go to sleep too quickly. We didn’t want to miss anything.

“I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I’m having too much fun with you.”

“The fun won’t end just because the day does. Rest, Demi.” As his hand lowered down my stomach he asked, “Do I need to put you to bed?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“It’s better if I show you, love.”

My body melted against him as his fingers slipped up and down my opening. Once they were wet enough for him, he circled them around my clit. This man’s fingers and tongue were magic. When two of his fingers slipped inside of me while his thumb circled my clit, my breathing grew ragged. His free hand wrapped around my neck, and he squeezed gently, but I requested, “Harder,” and he obliged.

He took his time pleasuring me just as he did the first time. I grew embarrassingly wet as he fingered me. By the time I came, my breathing was choppy and my body warm. Marshall sat me on his lap so that I was straddling him. His hands slid up my thighs, waist, and stomach. They settled on my breasts—squeezing them and playing with my nipples until I squirmed.

My eyes followed his hand as he pulled his shaft out—long, thick, curved. Mm . Instead of entering me immediately, he rocked me against the length of his dick. My palms pressed against the wall as he gripped my waist and controlled my movements. My cum coated him like snail secretion. The friction of his dick against my clit and opening had my spine tingling and toes curling as I fought not to cum. That was futile, because my core shook as I came not long after.

Marshall waited until my walls stopped pulsing to lift me and slide me down his shaft. There was slight resistance at first, but I was so wet it didn’t take long. He flipped us and lay me on my back.

“Are you on birth control, love?”

“No. I haven’t had sex since before Denny was born.”

His head hung and shook as he chuckled. “I’ma have to get some condoms, because I can already tell I ain’t gon’ wanna pull out.”

“I—mm…”

My nails dug into his back as he stroked me. Gasping, I arched my back to make room for him. His strokes were deep, methodical, and slow. No man had ever handled my body so gently and with so much care. I trembled underneath him as my legs locked around him, but that didn’t stop me from cumming.

Marshall’s arms wrapped around me, and he lifted me off the bed—just a few inches. “Oh my God,” I cried as he rocked me against his dick. Literally rocked me. Like I was his baby. The position made it feel like he was touching the bottom of my pussy, my g-spot, and my clit at the same time.

“B-baby,” I stuttered through trembling lips.

“Hmm?”

“You’re so deep.”

“You want me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

His laugh was cocky as he continued his pleasurable assault, not stopping until I came, and that was only to put me back on the bed and push my ankles toward my ears.

“Shit,” I whimpered, clawing at his thighs as his strokes picked up speed.

I could tell by the serious expression on his face that he’d zoned in on his pleasure and was about to cum soon.

“You’re so sexy, and your dick is so good.” Marshall growled as his body jerked. “It’s okay. You can cum in this pussy.”

“Fuck!” he groaned, dick throbbing as he filled me with his seeds. “Hmm…”

“Yeah, it’s okay. Fill this pussy up.”

“ Shit , Demi.”

His hand wrapped around my neck and squeezed as he stroked me ferociously, causing me to erupt again myself. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking telling this man to cum in me. That was a first. All I knew was I didn’t want him to stop. I’d get a Plan B in the morning. For now, I wanted more of Marshall.

That Weekend

Random moments of intimacy throughout the week were an organic foreplay for our date this weekend. I didn’t know what he had planned for us, but I was curiously patient enough to wait and see. While I planned to spend the start of the day with my parents, Marshall was going to a barbecue for one of his cousin’s birthdays. Though it was set to start at three, he warned me that it would probably be nightfall before he came home.

Home.

That was what he called it.

Home.

That was how this felt.

Every night he stayed in my room, I intentionally put his clothes in the hamper to wash and put in a drawer so that eventually he’d move all of his things here instead of in the guest house. For a brief moment I felt like things were moving too fast between us, but the truth was, love didn’t have a timetable.

I was so deep in my own thoughts I didn’t hear him enter the kitchen. When he wrapped his arms around me, I jumped slightly before turning to face him.

“Good mor—”

I silenced him with a kiss as I wrapped my arms around him. “Good morning, handsome.”

“Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Well… I get to go out on a date with you tomorrow, so that’s exciting.”

“Yeah?” He licked his lips, but that didn’t hide his smile.

“Yeah.”

Marshall pecked my lips and squeezed my ass before pulling away. “It smells good in here. What you cooking?”

“Bacon, French toast, smothered potatoes, and there’s some fruit on the table.”

“Sounds good. I’ll take care of the dishes since you cooked.”

As I turned to flip the bacon, he rubbed my ass. The gesture relaxed me instantly. I rubbed it myself to get to sleep, and after he noticed the habit, he started doing it. It was a wonderful way to fall asleep.

“Baby,” I cooed as he kissed my neck. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to want you right now.”

Marshall chuckled against my ear. “Tonight. You gon’ get a taste of this dick when I’m gone off henny. Be prepared.”

“Mm… I love the sound of that already.”

“Mar-cho!” Denver called before whining, and I was about to catch an attitude that he was calling for him as soon as he woke up instead of me. Then I realized that was a good thing.

As I watched Marshall head out of the kitchen to get my son, I accepted the fact that I was halfway in love with this man already and that truth no longer petrified me.