Thank you for the review! I thought this would be the last chapter, but I still have one more. Epilogue? No Epilogue? Not sure yet...but once I post the last chapter (next chapter) I'll know for sure if I'll have an epilogue.

Mary got up and paced her room, she knew she shouldn't have been so aggressive. She should've known this would happen, given the fact that anything too intense normally woke them up. She had gotten too greedy and now she was home alone, in a state only he could take care of.

Marshall lay back sideways on his bed, his feet still firmly planted on the carpeted floor of his lonely room. He wasn't sure he could really do much but wait for his aroused hardness would diminish and let him sleep. But he couldn't pretend he wanted to drive over to Mary's and have her under him while she took the pounding she had begged for.

He moaned and rubbed his face in aroused frustration. He hadn't been in this condition since he was a young boy of 13 years old and his friend had shown him a dirty magazine.

After a few minutes, Mary tried to talk herself out of doing it, she went with her initial impulse for once and she opened a drawer and pulled out her Marshal assigned sweats and sweater. She was going to drive over to Marshall's place and pounce on him, hoping that he wouldn't be a gentleman for once.

She was glad that one of the things she had asked when she finally talked to him about his break-up, was his new digs. It took her 10 minutes in the middle of the night to reach his place; she opened his door with the emergency key he had left on her desk the day after he had given her his new address.

She stepped in and locked the door, she shucked the sweats and sweater off on the living room, leaving her only in her wife beater and panties. After taking a few breaths outside his bedroom door, pulled it open and stepped inside.

He was awake, he heard his door open and felt her presence in his lonely apartment. He didn't even have to get up to investigate, he knew her steps as well as he knew the back of his hands.

As expected, she saw that he was awake, laying sideways on the bed. His hardness lewdly standing up at attention caught her eyes first.

"Hey," he said hoarsely. "Listen, we should…"

"Shh"

She padded over to his bed and climbed straddling his hips, she slowly lowered herself against him, trying not to hurt him.

"What are…"

"Shh," she didn't want to give him a chance to protest and be his usual reserved self.

She covered his lips with her fingers but thought better and lowered her head to kiss him. That would help to keep him quiet and get too aroused to protest.

He kissed her for a second or two, pulling back, "Wait. I know we're both really really turned on, believe me, you can definitely feel how turned on I am…but…"

"But what?" she said in frustration, grinding her hips over his hard flesh.

He moaned and clutched her tighter against him, keeping her hips still, "We can't just do whatever we want…"

"Why not?"

"Because…because…we've discussed things only in our dreams, are you really sure…"

She cut him off with a hard kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, searching and dueling with his. With his hands still on her hips, she began to grind harder against him, causing him to arch into the pleasure that simple move evoked.

He tore his lips from hers, "I swear to God, if you don't stop interrupting me…"

"What? You'll hold me down and do naughty things? I think I'll keep interrupt-…" this time she was cut off as she yelped when he rolled them over.

She lay on her back staring up at him, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her higher up on his bed, then murmured, "I was serious about what I said in the dream. Once we cross this line, there is no going back and you won't have the luxury to pull away and push me away. I will fight you the whole way until I break you. I'm a very patient man, so I'm about to give you an out."

"I don't want an out, I just want you"

To prove her point, she pulled her wife beater as best as she could with his arms wrapped around her and threw it across his bedroom. She preceded by pushing his shorts and boxers down over his hips, "Help me."

Marshall rolled off her and moaned, "Please don't. I'm not going to be able to ever think of you as just my best-friend. I'm already having a hard time not thinking about the dreams in the office to prevent this." He waved at his hardness as she pulled the shorts and boxers all the way off him.

"That's okay," she pushed her panties off and straddled him, bringing his hard flesh to her pouting bud and thrust against him, "We're going to be more than just best-friends and colleagues, I'm ready for more."

Marshall closed his eyes and appeared to accept what was about to happen. Mary leaned down again before going any further and kissed him. He had no chance to avoid her this time since his eyes were closed.

"Is this too much for you? Will you hate me afterwards?" she asked apprehensively.

"No, I'm definitely going too far the other way"

She grinned, "Great"

She grasped him and positioned his shaft directly in her wet center, staring deep into his dark blue eyes, she impaled herself on it. She made it almost halfway down his length in one long, smooth motion. It felt better than the dreams and completely real this time, her best-friend – the only man in her life – he was almost as deep inside of her and she loved it.

Mary grabbed his shoulders for support while he wrapped his hands around her waist as he helped her, she bounced gently and gradually forced him deeper and deeper inside of her. He was looking at her, breathing hard through his panting lips. His eyes would shift from her bouncing breasts to their lower halves as she joined her hips to his.

Marshall growled and reached over the night table, pushing a button and the bedside lamp washed the room with a low light. His hands went back to her waist and he moved them over her ass, spreading her cheeks as he pulled her harder against him.

As she got more comfortable her pace picked up and they reached a pleasurable rhythm, trying to make their movements as hard and fast as they could.

Marshall could only hold back so much, suddenly he pulled her down and kissed her hard, passionately thrusting his tongue in sync with his hardness into her body. She growled happily into his mouth and tried to continue to bounce on his hard flesh. She tore her mouth from his and licked from his jaw down to his throat, suckling the sensitive spot.

He rolled them and she didn't fight him for control, they were equals in the bedroom as well as their partnership. He leaned on his arms as he looked down at her with lust-filled blue-black eyes while she grinned up at him. She rocked her hips to remind him they were still connected.

He bent down and took her pink puffy nipple into his mouth, growling, "You are incredibly hot."

"Marshall, please…" he was moving way too slow for her. "Just fuck me already."

He obliged and slammed all the way into her, making her moan in pleasure. She didn't even try to keep her voice down, it didn't even enter her mind that he lived in an apartment building and his neighbors might hear their lovemaking. He pounded her into the mattress, the head board began to hit the wall in sync with his rhythm.

She wanted to laugh at the lewd noise the bed made as it squeaked, but moaned in pleasure instead, he was giving her exactly what she had asked and then more.

Marshall moved from her pink nipples up her neck repeatedly, trailing kisses across her bare skin until he had to break for air. She tangled her fingers in his hair and whispered encouragement, guiding him to her most erogenous zone.

Slowly, but inevitably, they felt their orgasm building. She urged Marshall, "Harder Marshall…oh please, harder."

He fucked her harder and faster as he kissed her hard, biting her lower lip staring down at her, "Damn, you're going to make me come, baby."

She urged him on, burying her face in his shoulder as she approached the breaking point. When she finally went over the blissful cliff she arched and screamed her gratitude to the heavens. She thrust up against him and felt his hips start to stutter in readiness of his impending orgasm. His hips jerked as he came, spurting his essence deep within her body. He held her hips still and grinding his pelvis to hers, keeping himself deep inside of her.

He lay over her, panting into the pillow as he tried to catch his breath. She unwound her legs from around him and dropped them on the bed, she kept her arms surrounding him, keeping him close.

TBC...Will Mary have regrets? Will she push him away?