Chapter 34
Ricky
I wait with bated breath as Marilyn lifts a spoon of the homemade caramel ice cream to her lips. The room is perfectly still as she closes her beautiful blue eyes. When they open, her smile grows.
“Delicious.”
“Does that mean we can bring your overnight bag inside?”
“I suppose. After all, I’ll need my pajamas.”
“No, you won’t.”
She stands and wraps her arms around my torso. “Don’t make me regret giving in to you.”
“I promise.” Inhaling, I feel the need to confess. “Years ago, I didn’t know I was hurting you. We agreed to no strings.”
Marilyn nods.
“This time, I knew. I thought you’d be better without me.”
“Isn’t that my decision?”
“That’s what Mom said. Kyla gave me advice too.” Marilyn’s eyes open wide. “Kyla.” I explain, “Remember, Max’s sister? She’s a psychotherapist. She also told me to communicate.”
“She’s the one who said you had it bad for me.”
I nod.
“Then tell me that—communicate, Ricky.”
Smiling, I tilt my head. “Not all communication is verbal.”
“Then show me.”
Taking Marilyn’s hand, I lead her up the front stairs, to the room I’ve again claimed as my own. Neither one of us hesitates as our clothes find their way to the floor. Once we’re both naked, I lift Marilyn, palming her ass as she wraps her legs around my torso. In a few steps, I have her pinned between me and the wall.
“You’re beautiful.”
She runs her fingers through my hair. “You make me feel that way.” Her touch skirts over my shoulders. “I love your hard muscles.”
Bowing my head, I suck one of her nipples, causing her to squeal. She shimmies in my grasp. When I look up into her blue gaze, I say, “I love your soft curves.”
Another dip of my head and I lose myself in the flesh of her round tits. While my fingers delve between her folds. Marilyn’s whimpers fill my ears as her body bounces to my rhythm.
The bedroom echoes with noises from generations past.
There’s no way to know the sounds these walls have heard. However, in this moment, I can’t imagine any sound as sweet as Marilyn falling apart in my arms.
I carry her to the bed and lay her down. Her dark hair fans over the pillow as her blue stare focuses on only me. Starting at her ankles, I kiss my way up the insides of her calves and thighs. Her sweet essence glistens from her perfect pink pussy. One lap of my tongue sends shock waves through her body while directing all of my circulation to the hardening of my cock.
Climbing higher over her, I admire how truly stunning this woman is.
I should have seen her like this before.
Instead of mourning my stupidity, I marvel at the way things have come together. Speaking of coming together, I line up my cock, little by little pressing into her. Marilyn’s neck arches as she accommodates my length and girth. When I’m fully buried, I bring our noses together.
Marilyn opens her eyes.
“There are a few things I should tell you.”
“Now?”
A laugh bubbles from my throat. “Now.”
“Okay, hurry, because you have some work to do with that massive cock.”
I tip my forehead to hers. “These last few weeks, I realized something.”
“Are we hurrying this conversation?”
“Listen, woman, I’m trying to tell you that I love you.”
Marilyn blinks. “Don’t say what you don’t mean.”
“I mean it. I love you.”
“I love you too. And there’s something I want.”
“My cock?” I ask.
“Yes, but I also want strings.”