Chapter 13 #2
“Well, then we’re definitely fixing that this weekend.” She leaned back against the couch cushions, studying me with that intense look. “Starting right now.”
“Right now?”
“Right now.” Without warning, her hands were at my sides, and she began tickling me mercilessly.
“Marley!” I shrieked, trying to squirm away from her, but she was relentless. Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep in my chest as I tried to escape her fingers. “Stop! Please!”
“Say you’ll stay the whole weekend,” she demanded, not letting up.
“I already said yes!” I gasped between giggles.
“Say it again!”
“I’ll stay! I’ll stay!” I managed to catch her wrists, but she was stronger than me, and soon I was flat on my back with her hovering over me, both of us breathing hard from the playful struggle.
“Got you,” she announced triumphantly, her hands planted on either side of my head.
But then, the laughter died away as we stared at each other, suddenly aware of how close we were. Her hair had fallen forward, creating a short curtain around us, and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my face.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi yourself,” she murmured back, her eyes moving from my eyes to my lips and back again.
My heart was racing, but not from the tickling anymore. It was from the way she was looking at me.
“Kelechi,” she said quietly, her voice rough. And the raspy sound of it made my stomach clench.
“Yes?”
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. “What’s stopping you?”
Her eyes darkened. “Nothing,” she dragged in a breath, and then her mouth was on mine.
This kiss was hungry and desperate, hours of restraint snapping all at once. Her lips moved against mine with an urgency that made me dizzy, and when her tongue traced my bottom lip, I opened for her without hesitation.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer, needing more of her warmth, more of her taste, more of her. She made a soft sound against my mouth that sent electricity shooting through my entire body.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard. Her forehead rested against mine.
“Damn,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I agreed, my voice barely working. “Damn.”
Her hand slid up my side, slowly, until her thumb rested just beneath my breast. She kissed along my jaw and down to the curve of my neck, each brush of her mouth pulling me further under.
My hips shifted restlessly, already remembering the way she had once moved against me until I had fallen apart, gasping her name.
We had not crossed that line since I told her that I was a virgin. We kissed often, but she always stopped before things went too far.
“I want to do crazy things to you, Kelechi,” she murmured against my throat, her breath hot, her voice rough with need. “I want to…” She paused, her lips curving into a smile before she nipped at my skin.
“What?” My voice cracked with impatience, the question trembling out of me. “What, Marley?”
Her tongue swept across my collarbone before she answered.
“I want to make love to you.” Her voice dropped low.
“I want to lose myself in you until you can’t think straight, can’t think at all, can’t think of anything but me.
I want to learn every sound you make when you find your release.
” She tilted her head, and something in her eyes made my breath catch.
“And then I want to ruin you so completely that no matter where you go, no matter who you’re with, you never forget what it felt like to be mine. ”
Her words made my pulse throb, my body restless with need. I wanted it.
I wanted her.
“Do you want that, princess?” she asked, lifting her head to look at me.
“I want it.” The words came out before I could stop them, breathless and honest in a way that scared me. “I want you more than I know how to explain.” I swallowed. “More than I think I’m supposed to.”
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she stood, and for one horrible second, my heart stopped completely. I was sure I had said the wrong thing. Sure I had ruined it. Then she held out her hand.
“Komm her, meine Schone*.” she said softly. In the same language, she sometimes murmured against my hair in the dark when she thought I was sleeping. I never told her I wasn’t.
I slipped my hand into hers, and she pulled me to my feet, and somehow that was the moment our eyes found each other and refused to let go.
Her eyes on me felt like she was slowly peeling back every layer I had, until she reached the part of me, I didn’t know how to hide. I forgot how to breathe. Forgot my own name. She wasn’t blinking. Neither was I. It felt like something was being decided without either of us saying a word.
I don’t know how long we stood there, long enough that my heart was embarrassingly loud in my ears.
Then her arms slid around me, and the world tilted as she lifted me clean off the ground.
I yelped.
“You are so strong,” I chuckled.
“Strong enough to carry you wherever I want,” she teased as she led me to the bedroom.
Once inside, she shut the door with her foot and set me down before pulling my shirt over my head.
My skirt followed, and soon I stood in only my bra and panties.
I had been bare in front of her before, but this felt different.
More serious, and more intimate. Shyness burned through me.
“Take mine off,” she uttered with minimum lip movement.
With trembling fingers, I pulled her T-shirt over her head, then unbuttoned her jeans.
She stepped out of them, and I forgot what I was supposed to do with my hands.
Her bra fit like a second skin, and her boxers sat low on her hips, and I was staring.
I knew I was staring. I couldn’t stop. I let my eyes trace the lines of her stomach and the strong curve of her shoulders.
Heat coiled low in my belly.
I had never been interested in women before, never felt that pull or that hunger. But looking at Marley, something savage woke up inside me. Desire didn’t just burn, It consumed. It stripped me bare…it made me feel like I was starving, and she was the only thing that could fill me.
“You are beautiful,” I whispered. “So perfect.”
I traced my hand down her bare arm, over her stomach, and let it rest there. Gathering my courage, I slipped my hand beneath her bra and cupped her breast gently.
She drew in a breath, and I knew she liked it.
I grew bolder, circling my palm over her, my thumb brushing across her nipple.
Her head tipped back, lips parting, and the sight made me ache deep inside.
My courage rose with each shaky breath she released.
I leaned forward to kiss along her collarbone, tasting her skin, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth.
“Fuck,” She muttered, her hand snapping to my waist. She gripped me hard, like she could not stand still under my touch as she bent her head and kissed me with the same desperation as before, rougher this time, her teeth catching my lip until I whimpered.
Then suddenly her hands gripped my hips and spun me.
Before I could blink, she pushed me back onto the bed.
I landed with a muffled gasp, my heart racing. She loomed over me, her hair falling into her face, her mouth set in a wicked grin.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” she said, her voice low and gravelly as her breath skimmed my ear. “The way you touch me, the way you look at me like that. You have no idea what it does to me, and I’m trying very hard not to show you, but I can’t help it.”
Her words sent heat flooding between my thighs, and I could only stare as she pressed one last kiss to my mouth before stepping back. Her eyes stayed on mine as she crossed the room, slowly, toward her dresser.
I pushed up on my elbows, my heart hammering as she stripped off her underwear and pulled open a drawer, dug for a moment, and then pulled something out. My stomach flipped at the sight, curiosity tangling with nerves.
She glanced back, her mouth curling into a smirk. “Bought this recently,” she said casually, as if she had not just pulled out something that stole my breath. “I did not think I would get to use it at all… but then you came along.”
Gosh, she was so blunt.
My eyes widened as she stepped closer, the object catching the light. I knew the shape of it...
“What is that?”
Her grin deepened as she set it on the bed beside me and leaned down, her lips brushing my ear.
“It is a strap, baby. A way for me to fuck you slow, deep, however I want. To take you apart inch by inch until you are begging me to stop, even though stopping will be the last thing you can bear.”
A shiver ran through me as my fingers twisted in the sheets. Innocent or not, every nerve in my body screamed yes.
She slid lower, her hands pushing my thighs apart until I was open beneath her. Her stare lingered on me, dark and hungry, before she pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee, then higher. Each kiss was slow and cruel in how close she came without touching me where I ached most.
By the time her mouth finally reached where I ached the most, I was trembling. The first stroke of her tongue sent a cry tearing from my throat, my back arching clean off the bed.
“That’s it,” she murmured against me, the vibration making me jolt. “You’re so responsive, and it’s all for me.”
I whimpered, clinging to the sheets, but she didn’t let up. Her tongue circled me, slow and lazy, before flicking quickly. The contrast made my legs shake, my body unsure whether to escape or beg for more.
“Mar…ley,” I gasped, but she only hummed, her mouth working me harder, her fingers pressing at my entrance.
The slide of one finger inside me was a shock, tight and unfamiliar, but her tongue never stopped, licking me through it, coaxing me to open.
“God, you’re tight,” she groaned. “I can feel you clutching me already.”
Another finger followed, stretching me wider. I cried out, half pleasure, half nerves, but her mouth was relentless, sucking me until my thighs clenched around her head.
“You taste so sweet,” she rasped when she came up for air, lips glistening. “I could eat you for hours.”
Heat tore through me at her words, and when she lowered her mouth again, faster this time, my control shattered. My hips lifted wildly, chasing her tongue, while her fingers curled inside me until I saw stars.
The orgasm ripped through me, sudden and overwhelming. My cries spilling into the dark. I shook beneath her, broken open, my body gripping her hand as wave after wave rolled over me.
But she didn’t stop. Her mouth and fingers carried me through it, dragging every last sound from me until I was thrashing and begging, until I was reduced into a babbling mess.
“Please… Marley, I can’t, I need—”
She lifted her head, her lips slick with my essence, her smile wicked. “Say it.”
“I need…I want... you inside me,” I panted, my chest heaving.
Her gaze sharpened. “Say that again.”
Shame and hunger warred inside me, but I couldn’t hold it back. “I want you inside of me. I want you to have all of me, the parts I’ve never given anyone.” My voice cracked. “I want to give you everything, and I don’t even know what that means; I just know I’ll break if you don’t take it.”
Her eyes softened then, something vulnerable flickering beneath them, like she hadn’t expected me to lay myself that bare.
For a moment, she just stared at me and I saw her swallow hard.
Then her laugh slipped out, vibrating through me as she reached for the strap lying on the bed.
She took her time strapping it on, adjusting the harness, her eyes never leaving mine.
Watching her do it made me tremble, anticipation twisting into a tight knot of need.
“You see this, princess?” She stroked the length slowly, letting the leather creak. “This is how I’ll take you apart. Slow and deep, until you’re ruined for anyone else.”
I swallowed hard, heat rushing to my face, to everywhere.
She climbed onto the bed, pushing my thighs wider with her knees. She guided the head of it against me, sliding it through my slick folds but not pressing in. I whimpered, my hips chasing it, desperate.
“So needy,” she drawled. “Begging without even realizing it. Do you know what you look like right now? My sweet innocent princess, spread wide, dripping, and ready to be fucked.”
“Marley, please,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“Please, what?”
“Please… fuck me.”
Her smirk curved slowly and satisfied as she pressed forward. The stretch made me gasp in pain, my nails digging into her shoulders. She moved carefully, watching my face, pushing inch by inch until I felt impossibly full.
“Oh,” I whimpered.
“Breathe. I’ve got you, princess,” she whispered against my lips.
I took a deep breath and relaxed my muscles.
“Good. That’s it, you’re doing so well.” She praised me.
The sting melted into heat, sharp and dizzying, and when she drew back and thrust again, my cry was pure pleasure. She built a rhythm, slow at first, then harder, deeper, her hips grinding into mine until the sound of us filled the room.
Every thrust made me clutch tighter, my body straining for more even as I thought I couldn’t handle it. Butterflies rioted in my stomach, tangled with raw need, until I was lost.
“Oh god,” I whimpered as she continued thrusting slowly, then faster, driving deeper with every stroke.
“Your god can’t help you, princess,” she half-moaned, half-whispered against my ear. “You fucking belong to me.”
My heart thundered at her words and I tried, I really tried to stay calm, but it ended with a deep moan tearing out of my throat.
“You feel this?” She pressed deeper, her mouth soft against my ears even as she wrecked me. “You’re so good for me, so perfect. And you’re mine, you hear me? All of this is mine.“
Her words pushed me over the edge. I shattered, clenching around her, crying out her name as my orgasm hit, harder and longer than before. She held me through it, fucking me steady, forcing me to feel every wave until I collapsed, boneless, against the sheets.
When she finally slowed, it was because she was shaking too, a low broken sound leaving her throat as she buried herself deep and held there.
Then she kissed me tenderly, brushing damp hair from my forehead.
“Every inch of you belongs to me now.” And trembling beneath her, I knew it was true.
* Come here, beautiful.