Posts : 2563 Join date : 2009-07-06 Age : 35 Location : Wishing I was somewhere....
Chapter 11 |Makeup|
Pulling in the driveway, there is no sign of anyone present. Zay had snoozed off while I took my time to drive home thinking about everything that happened in such a short time span.
Getting Zay out from the back, I held his heavy limp body in my arms while closing the door behind me. The keys hung loosely in my hand while I glance over Zay to find the correct key. Upon approaching the door, I opened it seeing a dark room. Feeling against the wall, I stumbled across the switch springing forth light in here. The first thing I did was bring Zay to his room. Laying him down in his bed, he automatically turn onto his stomach. I smiled at his peaceful slumber as I walked out closing the door slightly behind. Holding onto the doorknob I took off the heels that were making my feet soar then picked them up to walk into the bedroom. Turning the switch on in the bedroom, I grabbed my chest feeling my heart bursting through my inner parts.
“Marcus. What are you doing in here?” I asked seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed.
He look so good right now with a cream button down shirt pressing against his chocolate complexion, dark denim jeans and a pair of kicks. He stood up from the bed, eyes still looking downward as he approached me. I stood there feeling my heart nearly choking my throat wondering what in the world was on his mind. He stood there, cologne grasping onto my hormones. It felt like eternity since I’ve been next to him. He hovered over my body, barely touching each other yet feeling the heat against each other.
“Don‘t ask me what I‘m doing here. The question is why am I not here.” he said deeply in my ear. I wanted to tell him how badly I missed him and want him back, but I just wanted to hear him speak in his sexy tone as always. “So what are you trying to say?” I asked suddenly feeling myself being pushed up against the wall. His hands pinned me to the wall as he finally stared me dead in my eyes. “What I‘m saying is lie to me again, don‘t expect another chance.” he said as I gazed in his stare. It’s not a cold stare, but one filled with meaning.
I nod my head feeling excitement jumping in my bones. His grip loosened until he let go as he stood there continuously staring at me. He licked his lips staring at my appearance. Immediately I grabbed his face pulling him down for a kiss. I missed the sweet flavor of his tongue in my mouth. No hesitation. I knew he missed me as much as I missed him.
“I want you so bad. I miss you.” I whispered in his ear after he broke the kiss trailing kisses upon my neck. “Prove it.” he said.
I pushed him back to unbutton his shirt. After his shirt came off, so did his jeans as well as my clothes, being tossed to the farthest corner of the room. Our kisses grew hungrier for each other as I can feel the tip of his manhood pressing against my sensitive folds that became instantly wet from a strong desire of wanting him. He knew he had me hooked. My back hit up against the wall as we fumbled our fingers loosely over each other bodies admiring the touch and exploration of each others body. Marcus lift my legs up from the ground forgetting all about protection. Hell, we haven’t been using protection in a while because for a minute I was on birth control, but I haven’t told him I gotten of it since I haven’t refilled supply in a minute. Being my walls are so slick, it didn’t take him no time to speed his rhythm as I can feel my walls squeezing onto his manhood . My moans grew louder the rougher he got.
“I‘mma make you bust one for me.” he said in my ear. “Scream louder…” he added as he thrust harder. His voice made me melt. My moans turned into soft screams because I refuse to wake Zay up. “Marcus…” I screamed out after feeling myself erupt an intense blow. I kissed him passionately as he walked over to the bed with my legs still surrounding him and his manhood still deep within me.
Once one the bed he pumped inside of me even faster as a used his back to control myself. My nails clawed in his skin while my teeth gently bit his neck, but it did not control my screams. Every time I called out his name the deeper he would go. He was not giving in. He didn’t give a damn if I would wake up Zay as long as he was satisfied which is fine with me. His moans and my outcries became as one as I came once more following his eruption. After the massive blows his lips trailed down to my sensitive spot, not hesitating to bite gently on my pearl.
“Wait Marcus…” my heavy breathing was uncontrollable.
There was no waiting though. Automatically I grabbed his head as he ate my weak body out, while I can feel myself tearing up not because of the unquestionable pleasure and pain, but because of the happiness of having him back. And not being near each other for so long, I know this is only an appetizer that still as to go through the entrée and dessert.