Chapter 20 Lucy #3
I bring my hand to his chest, and he opens his eyes.
Gently, I move my hand across his abdomen, feeling every bit of him underneath the cotton fabric of his shirt.
Slowly, I lean toward him and give him a kiss.
I part his lips with my tongue, and his hand moves to the side of my face, cupping my cheek.
“I’m not done, Marsh,” I whisper and then reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his body.
His body is toned, with broad chest and shoulders, and a dusting of freckles over his skin.
My lips move to his collarbone, kissing the part of him that’s unfamiliar and new to me.
Then I reach for the waist of his sweatpants and pull them down.
An overwhelming display of Marsh is in front of me, and I take it in both of my hands.
“Lucy,” Marsh hisses. The way his eyes shut in pleasure is one of the most satisfying views. I continue palming him and Marsh gently grabs my arm. “I need to feel you.”
I look at him. “Did you bring a condom?”
“No.” He pauses. “I have a—”
“Right,” I say, remembering his vasectomy.
His eyes slice to mine. “I honestly wasn’t expecting this. Otherwise, I would’ve brought some.”
There’s something endearing about how this wasn’t calculated on his end. It wasn’t on mine either.
“Me too,” I tell him and then inch off the bed toward my overnight bag. “Hold on, I think I have one.”
When I return, I give Marsh another kiss.
His hand moves across the back of my head while the other covers my ass and we fall into a deeper kiss.
A kiss that feels so good, I could just do this all night.
He takes the foil from my fingers and tears it open.
Impatiently, I push him on his back and hover on top, straddling him.
When I lower myself and feel him inside of me, an uncontrollable gasp comes out.
“You’re so big,” I cry. It’s not something I’m saying to stroke Marsh’s ego. Marsh fills me up entirely.
“We’ll go slow,” he says.
I let out a laugh as I stay still. “I don’t think I can move.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
I let my body relax. I take a breath and feel myself slowly start to expand and then everything begins to feel too good. Rolling my hips, my thighs, I then plant my hands on Marsh’s chest.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” Marsh breathes, and the way he says baby sends a tingle throughout my body.
“How good does it feel?” I ask, needing to know.
“Like you were made for me.”
“More,” I moan.
“More?” Marsh grunts. “What do you want more of?”
“You,” I get out, not being able to form a full sentence.
I don’t have to tell Marsh twice because he then grips my waist and starts pumping. I start bouncing, screaming. I’m almost embarrassed by how good I’m letting him know it feels. I let out a yelp and fall on top of him, finding his mouth and pressing my breasts against his chest.
Marsh wraps his arms around me and continues pumping until I feel like I’m going to pass out in the best way possible.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he whispers in my ear, and chills go down my spine.
“Yes,” I manage to say. “How do you feel so good?”
“It’s all you.” He kisses me. “You have no fucking idea how good this feels for me, Lucy.”
“Don’t stop,” I say. “Don’t ever stop.”
“You’d have to kill me.”
My insides twist, and I just want more of Marsh. I want him deeper than anyone’s ever been inside of me. “Can we do something?” I whisper.
“Anything.” Marsh puts his hands on my thighs.
“Can you go on top?” I ask, almost embarrassed, but it’s what I want right now. “And just…hold me?”
In one swift motion, Marsh wraps his arms around me and we switch positions.
My head is on the pillow, and now I’m looking up at him as he has control of my entire body.
Carefully, Marsh sinks himself on top until the weight of him is completely covering me and I feel safe.
I couldn’t grasp what being safe meant until I was in his arms. I wrap my limbs around him and pull him in closer.
“Deeper,” I breathe out, and he complies.
Marsh then thrusts into me, long, steady, and hard. I cry out every time he pumps, and each time feels like an orgasm in itself.
There’s a feeling that’s bubbling within me that I’ve never felt during sex before.
This doesn’t feel dirty, or erotic, or like we’re satisfying some deep-rooted kink.
Looking into Marsh’s eyes and feeling his body inside of mine, it’s almost like we’re the same person.
I see him in a way I haven’t seen anyone else before—utterly vulnerable, totally himself, completely mine in this moment.
I don’t care what’s going on around us, what we should and shouldn’t do, who he is, who I am—nothing matters.
All that matters is that I’ve never felt closer to another human being than I do right now.
He kisses me and that’s when I feel it. I think I’m breaking in front of him. I’m slowly cracking, piece by piece, except what’s underneath is the real me. The me that I never allow to the surface.
I feel myself getting closer and closer to ecstasy. My eyes shut and I dig my nails into Marsh’s back as I hear him grunt in my ear, releasing at the same time.
In my entire life, I’ve never felt what I just felt right now with him. It’s exciting, it’s passionate. It’s terrifying.