Messy Love(72)

I took a step back, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and waited for her to look at me before I slowly hitched it higher, unveiling her flat stomach. Then, her navel made its appearance followed by the underside of her breasts only covered by a thin scrap of fabric. When I reached below her chin, I stopped and leaned closer with her t-shirt still in my hands.

“Let me show you how deep inside me you are, sweet thing.’’

Her lips parted, but she didn’t say a word. She put her arms up and let me get her t-shirt off. I threw it on the floor and ran my mouth down her neck, over her left shoulder. My hands followed another path, tracing the line of her spine in slow strokes.

My cock, hard, pushed against the zipper of my jeans, begging me to let it free, but it wasn’t about me. It was all about her, about showing her what she did to me and how gone I was for her. It was about using our bodies to demonstrate my feelings when that was all I knew.

She stopped me before I went for her pants when she tugged my shirt up to bare my chest for her wandering hands, hands that traced my ridges and valleys in such a way that I shivered without shame. I hastily complied when she uttered just one word. “Off.’’

Chest to chest, the only scrap of fabric preventing us from being flesh against flesh was her bra, I wrapped my arms around her and soaked in the way she felt. Slender and soft, all warmth and temptation.

I breathed harder, louder. My heart soared, and my limbs tingled. Even my head was weightless, and nothing there polluted this moment. My hands fell to her ass still covered by her jeans. I toyed with the edge of her pants at her waist and groaned when she put her hands on my ass and pushed me into her. My balls tightened, drawing up as if she could make me come just with her hands on my ass and my cock pressed against her stomach.

Lips in the crook of her neck, I traced kisses, licking her skin as I sneaked my hands between us and unbuttoned her jeans. Her zipper was the best fucking sound there was at that moment. It announced the time when I’d be able to take her in, almost entirely, the time when I’d be teased by her tiny panties and scant bra.

With deliberate movements, but slowly, I pushed down her pants. My hands, palms against her soft skin, went to her legs, pushing her pants down until I had to pull away and kneel in front of her to take them off. She didn’t need me to direct her to step out of her jeans. She did it on her own with her hands on my shoulders and her eyes deep in mine.

Contrary to me, she never shied away from what was in my eyes. She was strong and had the kind of strength that only made me feel more for her than I could ever explain aloud. I was fuck out of words where Marissa was concerned.

Right here, right now, kneeling in front of her with my heart in my eyes, I bared myself to her like I had never let myself, not with a woman who wasn’t my adoptive mother.

My hands caressed her calves but stopped when I reached behind her knees. Loudly breathing, I pressed my mouth to the inside of her knees, the left then the right and slightly up where her thighs flared, where her muscle started to quiver.

Her fingers tightened on my shoulders, and her nails bit my skin. That made me gasp against her skin, eyes tightly closed.

Too much.

Too fucking much.

I shook. My damn hands trembled so much I had no doubt she felt it. The urge to pull away, to hide what she did to me rose, but I pushed it away. It wasn’t about me protecting myself, it was about her and showing her how deep inside me she was, in every possible way. It was about her.

My hands slid further up her legs. I took hold of her panties in both hands, and with another look at her face, flushed and open, I pulled them down.

The cold, hard floor under my knees barely registered. Neither the fact that my cock was so hard in my pants it didn’t have any room left, and it threatened to peek out from the low hanging jeans. She took over all my senses.

My eyes fell to her dripping sex, taunting me to get a taste of her, to make her come with just my mouth, but I resisted. I breathed her in, blew air right where I knew she craved me and when she choked out a moan, I stood up. My fingers trailed over her hips, her waist and up until my thumbs teased the round edge of her breasts still covered by her bra.

Now towering over her, I let her shaking mingle with mine, creating something out of this fucked up world. As much as it made me appear pussy whipped, it was as close to perfection as I’d ever tasted.

I traced the edge of her bra, both of my hands working their way to the clasp at her back and undid it without waiting, without teasing, without fumbling even though my fingers tingled so damn much I had no idea how I wasn’t messing it all up.

She didn’t let me get it off her. No, that wouldn’t be my girl. She had to always toe the line with me, matching me for each and every one of my moves. Equal in all things. Enthralled with her, I watched as she dropped her bra at our feet, stared as she placed her hands on my hips to let me get my fill of her perky breasts, the taut nipples already a deeper pink.

How a fuckup like me could have a woman like her, naked and willing to let me show her how much she meant to me, boggled me.

I wasn’t a good guy, even though I wanted to be for her, better myself and all that shit.

I wasn’t going anywhere career-wise, in fact, I was going backward now that my hours were cut short and I was so damn pressed for money I had no idea how long I could go like this.

I was the perfect example of a guy who didn’t know where he was going most of the time. I was the opposite of Marissa.