A/N- Can't thank you guys enough for all the love. Seriously, you guys are what keep me wanting to go on with this little story of mine, THANK YOU!
So it's… SEXY TIME! (My first lemon, ever…might be a little rusty, sorry.)
If you aren't down with it feel free to skip down to the non-italicized section!
CHAPTER 52
Day 75
"Make me feel something, Phil. I want you. I need you.", I mumble against his lips
Lips capture mine in a chaste kiss. He rests his forehead against mine, keeping his eyes closed, "It's my turn to say it…I can't.", he removes my hands from his shirts and caresses my face, "You've had more than enough alcohol…I don't want you to regret anything."
My eyes widen and I hop off the drawer picking up something to cover myself with. I come to believe that he's using THAT as an excuse…it's my fatness, my floppy thighs, noticeable stomach, and unflattering scars…the stupid tattoo. Embarrassment consumes me, "Oh my…I-I'm so…what was I thinking? Of course all of this 'baggage' turns you—oh my…I-I needa go", I stutter scrambling past him
He catches my arm and pulls me into him, "How can you think that I'd be THAT shallow…I've been declaring my love for you…for weeks."
Leading me over to the closet with the mirror doors, "Look at you.", he stands behind me, holding my hips, "Look…", he lifts my chin so I can look at myself
Staring at myself in the mirror, I still feel disgusting. My eyes close, "Stop…"
He whispers in my ear, "If only you saw what I see…", I shiver involuntarily, "You drive me insane…", he mumbles as he starts kissing my neck reaching my sweet spot, I moan almost inaudibly, "Don't even have to try…", he mumbles. His hands, fingertips graze up my sides and fondle my breasts through my bra, "I like the theme.", he whispers in my ear, I feel my nipples harden and panties begin to get wet.
Turning around, I kiss him with such intensity, such need. He returns the kiss with the same need, intensity. The coldness of his lip-ring only adds to my desire. I feel his hands travel up my back and undo my bra, as it slips I hold it up…I've gone shy on the man. He gazes deeply into my eyes, "Let me see you…", his hands remove mine letting the Pokeball bra drop to the floor soundlessly. He stares at me and my breasts as if I'm a work of art. He leans and latches onto one of my nipples while thumbing the other, a breathless moan escapes my mouth as the pleasure overtakes my senses. I run my fingers through his hair and bite my lip, closing my eyes.
Another moan and I pull him up by the hair. My curious fingers hike up his shirt up over his head and throw it off to the side. I assault his mouth, running my tongue over his lips…demanding entrance. He lets me through but not without a fight. Finding more confidence, I rake my nails lightly over his chest, down his navel, until they reach his pants. Keeping him indulged, I pull down his pants and he kicks them off.
Backing him up until he's sitting on the edge of the bed, I sit on his lap rubbing against it as I knick and lick at his sweet spot behind his ear, "I want you, Punk.", I whisper in his ear breathlessly. I begin to kiss my way down all the way south finding myself face to face with the struggling bulge in his boxers.
Gripping the sides of his boxers, I pull them down to reveal the one part of this perfect man I have yet to see. He is well endowed, that's for sure. Licking him from the shaft up, I keep my eyes on him…his reaction. He bites his lip. Another sloppy lick and he closes his eyes, "Uh, uh…eyes on me, Punk.", I say with heavy lust in my tone. He obliges, and I take him full first bobbing slowly, grazing my fingers along his testicles, and then faster. The man sucks in his breath but fails when he lets out a moan. His hand grabs a fistful of my hair to try and control me and I stop, "No, Punk.", I descend again and I can tell he's close as his breath comes raggedly. The man is like puddy in my hands.
"Jesus, Marleene…", he groans. Just when I'm about to finish him off, he pulls me up, "I don't want to be done just yet…", he whispers
Laying me on the bed, he kisses me fervently as he snakes his crafty fingers into my soaked boyshorts, "You're soaking…", he teases my sensitive nub and I whimper, "You wet for me, huh?", he rubs me more and my response is a breathless moan. My legs close on his arm not wanting my stupidass tattoo to be revealed but he pries them apart, he gets in between my legs and slips off my panties. He sees the tat and I close my eyes waiting for him to walk off. He doesn't, instead he captures my lips, "We all make mistakes, doll."
Putting both hands on my hips, I lean on my elbows as he swipes at my clit and I bite back a moan, "Look in front of you, beautiful.", I do…he means to look at him going down at me through the mirrors on the closet. He starts licking and sucking on my bundle of nerves, inserting a finger and then two into my slit. My body instinctively starts to thrust against them.
Feeling my peak coming, "Oh…oh, fuck...", I mumble not being able to create a coherent sentence
Phil stop what he's doing and I groan. He leans over me, keeping his fingers probing me, "Say my name, princess."
Feeling myself slip in and out of my pending ecstasy ride, "Phillip…please.", I whine closing my eyes
"I dunno this Phillip…I'm offended.", he whispers still teasing me, "Say it, princess."
"Punk…Punk, please…", I moan
"That's my girl…come for me, beautiful."
Don't even gotta say it twice, I reach my peak in an instant, "Mmmm…Punk!", I moan closing my eyes even tighter. When I reopen them, I'm surprised to actually find the man who I called out for laying on his side watching me.
Reaching for his face to test reality, he's as real as they come. For the first time in my life, he's the very man who drove me into ecstasy…not his brother or any other man. He leans into my touch and I pull him atop me kissing him all over letting my hands roam all over. Staring deep, deep into those eyes of his, "I need you…Phil."
Leaning down, he nibbles on my ear before putting my legs over his shoulders and guiding his throbbing erection into me. He teases me by pulling in and then quickly out. I whine wanting him in me, to complete me. Finally he pushes into me, fucking deep in. I stir getting use to his size, "You okay, Mar?", he asks tenderly
Smiling through half-lidded eyes, "You forget that I'm no virgin, prettyboy."
He hovers over my lips, "Who woulda thought.", he says with a smirk and kisses. He starts thrusting at a set pace, I sigh. Eventually his set pace quickens with every thrust I can feel the warmth of his breath caress my neck and ear turning me on all the more.
Keeping a hand on my hips and another working my clit, I feel myself being brought closer over the edge. His quickened pace becomes frantic, erratic thrusts, he's determined to bring me over the edge, "Let go, Punk.", I moan into his ear. I rake my nails across his back as my orgasm overcomes me, "Ay…ayy, papi!", I moan ever so erotically into his ear and then that's when the last thrusts becomes his release.
Catching his breath, he rolls over bringing to over his chest. I lean over and kiss him and he tiredly wipes stray, sticky hair from my face, "I love you.", he mumbles as sleep takes over his body. That's the moment when it hits me that we didn't just 'fuck' …no, he, Phil—my first love—he… made love to me.
Stirring awake, my eyes slowly but surely flutter open. Even through foggy vision I realize that this definitely ain't my room. Panic overwhelms me, looking around I start to remember that I am in Wesley's room.
"Morning, beautiful.", says a voice out of the blue. My soul damn near leaves my body. These enticing olive colored eyes gaze at me lazily, a soft smile on the man's face as he marvels at me as if I'm a marble piece of work. Punk…
Propping myself up on my elbows, "I'm naked, aren't I?", I ask dumbly. The breeze answers with a 'Yes'
Punk chuckles under his breath, "Yep, but you don't look too shabby…if that helps."
Letting myself lay back down, I cover my eyes with my arms and laugh, "Gee, you sure do know how to make a girl feel like a fuckin' diamond, Punk."
He laughs, leans over and kisses my arms away until he can actually plant one on my lips, "If I said that you'd get too cocky.", he says against my lips
Leaning in to peck him once more, "I guess I won't mention just how pretty you are…", I say making a face at him. He chuckles and mocks me. I turn over on my tummy.
Lips touch the spot where my battle scar is located and I shiver, "Honestly don't have a clue how you find me 'oh so very gorgeous' and all that shit."
"The fact that you aren't perfect…it turns me on.", he says with a chuckle
I turn over and sit on top of him, "You're lucky that I'm naked…or else I would've left your ass here and taken your clothes."
He laughs and turns me over so he's on top, "You'd love that wouldn't you…to see me streak about town. Kinky.", he winks and kisses my forehead, "I haven't been this…this complete in a long time…not just because we had sex—"
"We had what?", I ask with a smirk
"Sex.", he replies,
I caress his cheek, "Where do we go from now? We kinda skipped all the way to 3rd base, Phillip?"
He gets off and taps his chin, "Well, I was sort of thinking of getting out of this house, without having to do the walk of shame, and then going out for some grub, and then to the house 'cus sister dearest has been alone for far too long."
He's avoiding the question…What about Maria? Smiling I rise off the bed, and throw on one of Wes's long-sleeved shirts, "Well let's get a move on, Cher as well as fellow mates are early risers, sugar."
Bending over to gather my discarded clothes, I feel his presense behind me and turn around to face him, "You're making it quite difficult to concentrate on anything when you're bent over like that.", he says lustily
Standing on my tippy-toes, "Deal with it, horny teenager.", I peck him and gather my shit. Though I'm all giddy and shit on the outside…on the inside—it's a different story.