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Mary walked around her house in a daze as she cleaned after Norah, she had called Mark to come get her after Marshall had gone. She didn't know how she would take the news if Marshall decided to stay with his fiancée and she didn't want Norah to be witness.
After few hours of cleaning and washing to keep busy, she got into the shower and stayed under the spray until the water started running cold.
Marshall had left around noon, it was almost five and he still hadn't shown up, she sighed as she stepped out of the shower stall, reaching for a towel to wrap around her body.
She put on an old pair of sweats from her FTF days and went braless under a tank top, after drying her hair she pulled it into a tight ponytail.
She flopped down in front of the TV and channel surfed, waited, until she couldn't take it anymore, the waiting was killing her, but she couldn't call him either. She didn't have another option but wait him out, she groaned in frustration at being stuck not knowing.
Upon hearing the buzzer on the dryer, she got up and went to fold the clothes, more so to keep busy than the need to be neat. She was halfway done when she heard the door open and close. She froze for a few seconds, hearing his boots click on the tiled floor.
When she couldn't hold out any more, she walked out of the laundry room in search of her Mann, unsure of what to expect. With her stomach in knots, she turned into the living room and found him coming out of the bedroom, a frown upon his face.
"Hey," she murmured from her perch.
Marshall looked up and his eyes locked with hers, lighting up as he hurriedly walked to her, invading her space. He wrapped one arm around her waist and hauled her against his body as he held her head as he crushed his mouth to hers with a passion she never thought she would have again when he walked out that door earlier in the day.
His mouth was hot over hers, his tongue wild as it parted her lips and thrust inside. She put her hands on his shoulders, thinking to push him away and ask him what happened, but they wound their way around his neck and her fingers buried into the thickness of his hair.
He growled against her lips and pulled her hips close to his, so her softness pressed against the hardness behind his zipper. Moisture pooled between her thighs and throaty moans of pleasure escaped her lips.
He hitched her up so her long legs wound around his waist and carried her to the bedroom he had just left to go in search of her. He set her on the edge of the bed, his hands were everywhere, caressing, arousing, until she wasn't sure she could hold all the pleasure inside any longer. Marshall Mann was the only man that made her lose control like this, like enough was never going to be enough.
He kissed his way down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin until she relaxed against him. He pulled her tank top up, so it rested just above her breasts, showing off her pretty pink nipples, he groaned in appreciation and went from being hunched over her, to being on his knees in front of her. His body the perfect height to be eye level with those mounds.
Mary watched as his eyes darkened to midnight blue with pleasure. He held her hands on each side of her, he couldn't stop staring at her breasts.
"Jesus, you're beautiful," he leaned over slowly and took a rigid nipple in his mouth, nipping gently before laving it with the flat of his tongue to soothe. "I don't think I'll ever get your taste out of my memory. So sweet. Like cream and something darker, something forbidden."
"Marshall," she moaned as she tried to take her hands back, but he held them fast against the bed. "Please."
He let her hands go, only long enough to pull her shirt off and tossed it behind him on the floor, taking her hands captive yet again; she struggled against his grasp, trying to break free of his hold. His mouth on hers as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, groaning in need as she tore her lips free.
"Dammit, I want to touch you," she growled. "Let me touch you Marsh…"
He cut her off as he kissed her. The minute he release her hands, they were all over his muscled chest, purring in pure female appreciation. His hands were buried in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She slipped her hands beneath his shirt and raked her nails down his chest, causing him to shudder under her touch. She reveled in the power she held and moved her hands down, grabbing the shirt and pulling it up and off his body to join hers.
They were both panting against their lips as they took in their state of undress, both shirtless. He took control of the situation before she made him lose all his sense, taking her mouth in another drugging kiss. His hands went to the buckle of his jeans, he unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans, Mary trailed her hands down the light matted hair on his chest to where his hands worked at his zipper. She took over the task, pushing his jeans past his hips until his throbbing erection stood proudly before her.
She wrapped her fingers around his length and cradled his sac in her hands, pumping her fist slowly until his head dropped back in surrender. Moisture beaded on the tip of his hardness and she licked her lips in anticipation.
"I want to taste you," she murmured against his jaw, her panting breathes on his ear, caused him to groan in arousal.
"I won't last if you breathe on me, let alone taste me," he rumbled as he pushed her back onto the bed, he reached up and hooked his fingers over the elastic of the sweats and pulled down until she lay on the bed in only her panties.
He panted at the sight and he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her abdomen, right below her belly button, nipping the skin before laving it with his tongue.
His gaze travelled down to her center, he touched his fingers to her wet golden curls, and she dropped her head onto the bed with a flop, shaking with her need to be filled.
Knelt in front of her, he propped her legs over his shoulders, splaying her open before him and murmured, "So pretty."
Mary tried to close her legs, she hadn't been with anyone since Mark and being pregnant hadn't given her another option, but he wouldn't let her hide from him.
"Relax, Mare."
Yeah, buster, it's easy for you to say. You haven't given birth to a child before. As much as she'd wanted him exactly where he was at, her body wasn't like before, she was a lot curvier.
But all thought of her body fled the instant his mouth touched her. She arched off the bed, and her fingers tangled in his brown locks, unsure is she should pull him closer or push him away.
"Oh, God. Marshall. I can't…it's too much," she moaned from the intense pleasure.
"Never…never going to be enough," he muttered heatedly, his finger slid inside of her, then he joined it with a second, and his mouth closed over her clit. He curved his fingers and pressed against her inner walls as his tongue flicked her clit rapidly.
Heat gathered in her belly and tingles formed throughout her body, all racing inward as her body bowed and her cries echoed off the walls. Colors danced behind her closed lids as the orgasm ripped through her and left her limp against the cold sheets, her body damp with sweat. He sucked her juices as he felt her clench around the gentle invaders within her.
When he felt her body relax, he wrapped his hands around her thighs, moving her up over to the center of the bed. He sat up beside her, reaching down and taking his boots off before pushing his pants along with his boxes down and off.
Marshall turned back to Mary and moved slowly over her body until the coarse hair of his chest rubbed against her sensitive nipples. She moaned as she felt the broad tip of his hardness press against her sensitive center, and she wrapped her legs around his waist with anticipation.
Marshall kissed her deeply the same moment he plunged into her, and they both groaned in unison, on the edge of the precipice neither could describe.
"Jesus, you're so fucking tight," he growled as he ground his hardness deeper into her.
"Ahh," her breath caught at his invasion, she tried to regulate her breathing as she ran her hands up and down his back, pressing down onto his ass when she felt ready for his thrusts.
He started to move against her, and she only felt pleasure. Her nails raked up his back and she arched her hips up to take more of him. There could never be enough.
"More, more," she begged. "Harder," she panted, mindless words escaped her lips as he granted her every wish.
He pivoted his entire length in and out of her body until she felt like one massive nerve ending. Sweat poured and covered their bodies, and their cries and moans were primal.
His lips devoured hers and swallowed her cry as she tightened around him, her body wracked with tremors, pulsing in ecstasy.
His hand tilted her hips and pistoned faster and harder within her, like he couldn't go faster or deeper. He tore his lips from hers and moved over to her jaw, down to her neck, suckling as she arched her neck under him.
"Mare," he said, thrusting one last time before stiffening against her. She felt his seed as it hit her inner walls and another small orgasm ripped through her. The thought of getting pregnant didn't cross either of their minds, the passion too intense for thoughts.
Marshall collapsed on top of her and buried his face in her throat, against her golden tresses. After a moment, she heard him sniffle before she felt his shoulders shake in repressed sobs.
She murmured sweet nothings on his temple, pressing light kisses. She closed her eyes and tried to hold back her own tears, she was afraid to know why he was crying. Was this their goodbye? Did he come over to let her down easy and took advantage of their sexual chemistry? The tears kept pouring as he shook above her, his arms bracing his upper body, still buried deep within her body.
TBC...I think one more chapter or possibly two...hope it was to your satisfaction! :)