CHAPTER 10

Marcus's pov

I feel like I am dreaming right now. Her tits feel nice in my hands and they are real. Most women these days have fake breasts but this beauty in my arms has natural ones and I plan on exploring them. I look at her face and find her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes, baby girl, I want you to see what I am doing to you. You are not allowed to close your eyes unless I tell you to do so." I want to see all the expressions on her face so that I can know what works for her.

Mostly I don't care whether my partner is looking at me or not. It Is not like I am a douchebag or anything, it is just that most of them are one-night stands. So there is no time for trying to know your partner as long as you both get the release you want in the end and go your separate ways. But with my baby girl, I want to take my time. I want to worship every part of her and make her feel like the goddess she is. 

I can tell she wants us to go beyond kissing by the way she is rubbing herself against me. But I don't think she is ready to go that far. I will not rush things with her, we will take one step at a time until I am sure that she is ready for more.

I like the sounds she is making when I pinch her tits. Her moans are captivating, they are driving me crazy. I put my mouth on her lips and swallow all the sweet sounds she is making because they only belong to me and only me.

I have been with my share of women but none of them can compare to my baby girl. Her moans are natural and sweet. There is nothing fake about her. What I see is what  I find. She doesn't have to fake a moan to grab my attention because she already has it.

When we break the kiss and I look at her, her eyes are filled with so much desire that I can't help but kiss her again. She kisses me back, her hands in my hair pulling it roughly. My baby girl likes to play rough and I kiss her as rough as she is kissing me. I roll us over with me on top and our mouths are still connected enjoying each other's tongues. I put my hands on the sides balancing on my elbows To prevent putting all my weight on her and hurting her. She looks so fragile that I am scared too much pressure could hurt her.

I continue to explore every inch of her body. I touch her stomach and she lets out a moan. My hand continues to wander on different parts of her body. I feel her panties as I continue my exploring, they are lace. I have to end this make-out session before we go too far. As much as I want to touch and worship her body I can't risk doing something that she is not ready for. What if I do something that could trigger something from her past? No, I don't want to be the person who brings pain to her knowingly or unknowingly. All I want to do is put a smile on her face. And show her how a woman should be cared for by a man who loves and adores her. She needs to know how it feels to be worshiped by a man.

I am about to break the kiss when she touches my cock making it painfully hard. What is this woman doing to me? Why does every action of hers seem innocent and yet naughty and tempting at the same time?

"What are you doing to me, baby girl? We need to stop before we do something you are not ready for." This woman is making me feel things that are out of this world.

"You are the one doing things to me, Marcus, and I want more of you," she answers. Her voice is music to my ears.

I know I should stop this but her touches and moans are making it difficult. I break the kiss and proceed to leave kisses down her neck. I get one of her nipples and put it in my mouth sucking it and twirling my tongue all over it. I am rewarded with her sweet moans. I do the same thing to the other nipple and she starts squirming wanting to have any kind of friction.

"Do you know what will make this even more funny baby girl?" I ask her, trying to catch my breath.

"No, I don't know. You tell me."

"Putting ice cream on your tits or maybe your whole body and then licking it slowly, making you squirm and wanting more. I would lick it off your body nice and slow, making sure that you put every lick and touch to memory." 

Saying it out loud has me making images in my head of how she would look with nothing but Ice Cream covering her entire body. And with me feasting on every part of her.

"I am sure that would feel very nice, I would like to feel your tongue all over me," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice. Fuck, this woman will be the death of me.

"What flavors would you like to lick off me sir?" she asks biting her bottom lip.

Did she just call me sir? My baby girl does not realize that she is playing with fire. Her calling me sir is an encouragement to my inner beast to come out and play. And when the beast is awakened he does not sleep until he is satisfied. But I am not sure he will ever be satisfied with my baby girl. She has a fire like no other. A fire that needs to be fed and taken care of and not put out.

"You are playing with fire baby girl, you are going to get burnt if you are not careful," I tell her stroking her cheek.

"I am not scared of fire because I know you will be here to put it out if it becomes more harmful to me," she says, lifting her head to connect our mouths. Our lips meet again and we engage in another rough and wild kiss. The kiss lasts for a few minutes and then we break off to breathe.

"This is not fair," she mumbles. 

"What do you mean baby girl?" I ask her looking into her beautiful brown eyes.

"You are still in your clothes while I am just in my panties." She has a point there.

It is not like I do not want to remove my clothes. I just do not want to scare her and lose any chance of being in her life. I do not want a repeat of what happened last night.

"I will remove them if that is what you want me to do. I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable. That's why I haven't removed them"  What am I doing? What is wrong with me? I am supposed to stop this and not ask her if I could remove my clothes. I am losing my mind.

"I want you to remove your shirt, I want to touch you." When I hear her say that she wants to touch me my dirty mind goes to all the parts of my body that I would want her to touch.

"You can remove my shirt yourself, babydoll." I roll over with Juliana on my lap. She starts unbuttoning my shirt slowly, taking her time, torturing me with every passing second. She is taking more than a minute to undo one button. She is making sure to touch every part where the button is undone. By the time she reaches the last button, I feel like I am on fire. Every part of my body is craving her touch. 

"Do you want me to remove your vest too, sir?" she asks, her teeth biting her lower lip and her eyes heavy with lust.

"Yes, baby girl." her eyes light up the moment I give her the go-ahead.

"lift your hands, sir," she calls me sir again, and my inner demon starts to come out.

She starts touching my chest slowly looking into my eyes and her teeth still biting her lip. She massages my shoulder and starts to touch my chest again. I put my hands behind my head and rest my head on the pillow watching her touch me with so much confidence. She pinches my nipple, and I feel tingles all over my body. 

Where did she learn all of this, when she has never done anything sexual with anyone? Oh, I remember her telling me on our date last night, that she loves reading erotic novels. I am sure it is in those novels that she learned what she is doing to me right now. She connects our lips and we kiss as if our lives depended on it.l run my hand through her hair massaging her scalp while my other hand touches and massages her bums. She moans as we continue kissing and I swallow every sound that she makes. She breaks the kiss and starts kissing and biting my neck leaving marks. 

My baby girl is marking her territory, she wants every woman who sees my neck to know I belong to someone else, to my babydoll and I love it. She starts kissing my chest after leaving love bites all over my neck. She continues kissing my chest and grinding against me. I do nothing but let her enjoy the friction as I am enjoying it. But all my restraint leaves me the moment she bites one of my nipples and I flip us over.

"What did I tell you about playing with fire baby girl?" I ask, hovering over her.

She takes a breath and then lifts her hips to rub against me.

"And I remember telling you that I am not afraid of fire when you are around sir," she says, licking her lips.

Her calling me sir is not helping with the struggle in my pants. It is making me want to possess her in every possible way.

"What do you want me to do to you, baby girl?" She does not respond and just moans when I pinch one of her nipples.

"I want you to touch me," she answers, grinding herself against me slowly.

"Where do you want me to touch you babydoll? I need you to show me so that I know what you need and  what to do." I know where she wants me to touch her, but I want her to be confident enough to ask for what she wants. I want her to own her pleasure and be proud of it.

"I want you to touch me here." She tells me, directing my hand where she wants it on her pussy.

I am about to do what she wants me to do when a knock sounds at the door. Making me want to murder whoever is on the other side of the door.

Did they have to come now? When Juliana and I are exploring each other's bodies. They just had to disturb us when I was so close to tasting her.

"Ignore the knock. It's just Maggie, she will go in a minute."  She urges me to touch her. But the knocking gets louder.

"I think you should go and find out what she wants sweetheart," I can tell she is conflicted on whether to continue what we are doing or find out what her friend wants. 

Instead of stopping she grinds herself to me making me groan. I want to bury myself in her right here right now but her friend keeps on knocking on the door.