Superman

Chapter 11

Barely inside the door, Marshall is tearing off my numerous jackets. His apartment is freezing, possibly colder than outside. It's dark too. I can't see where he is I can only feel him grabbing at my hips. He secures his hold and hoists me onto him and I wrap my legs around his hips. Marshall bites at my lower lip and navigates into his bedroom. Holding me with one hand, he pulls back his covers with the other and tosses me down to the mattress.

"It's cold as fuck." He snarls, shoving me further back on the bed. "We're gonna have to start warming up."

My hands cup his cheeks to kiss him, but he takes them and holds my wrists against the headboard.

"No." He shakes his head. "You're gonna make up tonight to me." Marshall kisses my neck. "Do what I say." He moves a little lower to my collar bone. "Please me how I want." His tongue slides out of his mouth and he licks the top of my breast. "And you're gonna let me have my way with you."

His words send chills down my spine. My back arches off the mattress and my hand takes a fistful of sheets. His kisses continue and I feel him there. My hips rise off the bed, trying desperately to come into contact with his. Marshall's strong hand forces my hips back down to the bed.

"Not yet." He whispers. "We're gonna go slow." He swiftly removes my shirt, tossing it on the floor. "I want you to feel everything."

One of his hands travels slowly down my neck, between the valley of my breasts, down over my belly button, and finally to the button of my jeans. Marshall pops it open, slowly dragging the zipper down. I bite my lip hard as my breathing quickens. He pulls my jeans down to about mid thigh. He takes his index finger and swiftly flicks it against my underwear. I jolt at his action and it sends a wave of pleasure through my body. Marshall presses his thumb against me and my body curls beneath him.

"Keep still." He demands. "You're so wet already." Marshall smirks. "I've barely touched you."

I cannot speak. This is torture. He slowly pulls off my jeans one leg at a time. His palms run up my legs until they rest on my hips. He hooks his index fingers in the band of my underwear and tugs them down and off. Marshall's hands clamp on both my knees and spread my legs apart. I'm fully exposed to him. He holds my legs down to the bed, and then blows cold air on my center.

"Uh!" I moan, curling my body up again.

"I know." He holds me down. "We're not there yet baby."

His lips plant kisses up my inner thigh. Oh no. He kisses up and up and up until he's at his desired destination. He makes me wait. His hands are still holding down my knees. I take fistfuls of sheets, ready to squeeze. Marshall gets so close I can feel his breath on my center. His tongue flicks up against me, barely touching me. I flinch in pleasure as it radiates through my body. I ache for him there. He waits for me to relax again. When my body falls back to the sheets, Marshall presses his lips against me, sending his tongue inside me.

"Uhhh!" I moan at full volume.

My body curls again, fists squeezing the fabric of his bed. He repositons, not removing his lips. The sensation builds with every move he makes and I can feel my high coming fast. I remove my hands from the sheets and tangle them in his hair. Marshall hums his lips on me. I'm about to climax but I pull him off by his hair and force him to look at me.

"I like when you're rough." He breathes. "You're so innocent Rachel." His eyes examine me again. "I'm gonna have to teach you a few things..."

My hands fist his hair and I try to catch my breath. I'm gasping for air, squirming in his bed. Marshall presses two fingers against my entrance and rubs in circles. This is a new kind of sensation. My hands drop to the sheets. He slides two fingers into me slowly and I cringe as they go in. He leaves them in for a moment, not making any moves. Then, he curls his fingers up and drags them back slowly. He repeats this many times until I'm nearly at the point of release and then he stops.

"I want to try something." He says, removing his jeans and shirt.

I nod, still unable to speak.

"Come here."

I sit up, sliding off the bed. I stumble, and Marshall laughs. He picks me up and carries me out of the room. He sits on the couch in his boxers and orders me to get on top of him. I straddle Marshall's lap. He takes my bra off, discarding it on the floor. I'm completely naked in front of him. He waits, observing my breasts that are right in his face, he kisses them. His hands take over, massaging them roughly.

"Oh..." I moan again. "Please Marshall. Please..."

"Please what?" He whispers, removing one hand and putting it on my lower region, rubbing again.

"I want you..."

"Want me to what babe?" He smirks. "Tell me what you want."

His frantic hands massage me and I can't answer his question. My hands grip the back of his neck, my mouth hangs open and I feel goosebumps riding up my arms and legs.

"I want you to..." My words tangle, coming out as air instead of sentences. My head rolls back and I use his shoulders for support.

"Say it and it's yours baby. Ask for it." He kisses my neck, his hands still feeling me all over.

"Take me." I plead. "Take me. On the floor."

Marshall lifts us both off the couch, carrying us back to the bedroom.

"You're gonna be exhausted and so am I." He breathes. "I'll take you in here."

He slides down his boxer's revealing the rest of his perfect body to my eyes. His hand grabs his own length. He places it on my center and slides it up and down, teasing me. He's refusing to touch me where I want him most. This is tortuous. This is what he meant by making it up to him. He's gonna torture me. I watch him as he kisses his hand and gives me one last rub before sliding half his length into me.

"More." I say, breathing heavily.

He doesn't listen. Marshall makes small movements and when I least expect it, he slams into me fast and hard. He's standing up but bends over in pleasure, gasping for air like I am. We release but he's not done yet. Marshall pulls out, flipping me over onto my stomach. He slams into me once again, taking me from behind. I bite his sheets as my second high builds. I feel his hand grab a fistful of my hair and pull my head back slightly. Marshall's still sliding but comes down to whisper to me.

"Feel good?" He asks.

I nod, moaning in approval.

"Remember this." He says, slowing down for a moment. "Remember who made you feel like this."

He leans back up and releases my hair. One of his hands wraps around me from behind and holds my stomach up while the other holds my hips in place. He secures it and speeds up. I hear him grunting as he builds again.

"Fuck!" He yells, releasing and squeezing my hips. "Fuck Rachel!" He's bent over me, unable to stand upright.

"Uh Marshall!" I release too. Calling out his name as I do so.

The both of us collapse on the bed, dripping with sweat. He pulls out of me laying at my side. I'm breathing heavy but so is he. He struggles so sit up and pull the covers over us. I scoot closer to him, snuggling in his sweating chest.

"I hope you liked it." He huffs, eyes closed.

"I loved it." I say, breathing against him and clutching his arm.

"I love you." He says.

My eyes shoot open. It seems as if the world stopped spinning and there's silence in his room. I can't hear anything else but his words repeating in my head. I look up slightly into his stunning blue eyes. He's watching me awaiting my answer.

"I love you." I say back, kissing him for only a second so we can continue breathing.

There's silence. He kisses my forehead and let's his head fall to the pillow. He's asleep in minutes but I know I will be up for hours. Marshall loves me. He loves me.