I'm His

8-𝙸𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜☀︎︎

I wake up as a sun-ray hits my face. I turn over to see Marshall laying on his side, lightly snoring. I find his shirt on the floor beside me and I put it on. I also grab my underwear at the bottom of the bed and put them on trying not to disturb Marshall.

I start to remember last night. I can't believe we did it. I still feel exhausted from how hard he went on me last night. I just continue to admire his features and how peaceful he looks.

I highly run my fingers up and down his bicep as I watch his naked chest rise and fall with each breath he takes.

He just looks so peaceful from how he did last night. He was tense and rough, I liked it.

I hear him groan and his muscles tense as he stretches. His eyes flutter, opening them to look at me. "Good morning, beautiful" "Morning" I reply.

He turns over to lay flat and I get on top of him, straddling him. He rests his hands on my hips and I put mine of his pecs.

We look at each other and I lean down and kiss him. His hands start to move my hips back and forth on his.

I feel him harden beneath me and I start to move my hips with his movement, putting pressure on him. I smile against his lips.

His phone begins to ring and he sighs in disappointment. He grabs his phone from the night stand and I sit back up.

"It's Curtis," I get off of him and he answers the call.

He puts the phone between his shoulder and his ear and he reaches on the floor for his pants. "Yo man what do you want I was in the middle of something,"

I hear Curtis's muffled voice but I can't make out what he's saying. Marshall chuckles "Yeah, last night." Is he talking about what we did last night?

"I gotta go man, I'll call you later." He tells him, standing up and pulling his pants up. He hangs up the phone and tosses it on the bed. I sit onto my knees at the edge of the bed beside him. His hands hold my face pulling me in for a kiss.

I step down to the ground, becoming shorter than him again. He holds my face and I put my hands around his neck. "Did you enjoy last night?" He asks me, breaking the kiss. "Yeah, I did," I tell him, walking away. "Where are you goin?" He says pulling me back by my neck, Turing me back to him. "Don't you want breakfast?" I say innocently.

"Fine, but don't walk away from me" he says, losing his grip from my neck. I turn back around and go out of my room, down the steps.

I hear his footsteps follow me down the stairs. I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. "What do you want?" I ask Marshall.

"You got pancakes?" I grab orange juice and I close the fridge. "Yeah, I'll make some" I go into the pantry and pick up the pancake mix.

I get a bowl and mix the pancake mix and water, stirring it. Marshall sits at one of the stools behind the kitchen island, looking at me.

"You must like those pancakes." I tease sitting next to him. "Hell yeah" he says putting the fork with pancakes into his mouth. "What aren't you good at?" He says chewing the pancakes.

"Shut your mouth when you're chewing" I tell him. He looks at me confused, swallowing his food. "Are you telling me what to do?" "Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" I remark, quickly widening my eyes, realizing what I said.

His thumb wipes the side of his lips and he stands up, stretching to his full height. He turns to me and he lift my chin with his veiny hands and lightly squeezes. I look up to him as he looks down at me. "Do you want me to fuck that attitude out of you?"

All I want to say is yes. I hesitate and just sit there looking at him. I notice his face coming closet to mine and he kisses my lips roughly.

His hand moves down to my throat and I stand. He lifts me onto the counter and stand in between my legs.

"I'm going to take that as a yes." He says, starting to kiss my neck.

***

"I'm still stuffed, damn." He says sitting back on the couch after grabbing the remote.

"Not surprised you ate like twelve pancakes then eggs." I tease. "They were good as shit." He turns on the smart tv.

"Whatchu wanna watch?" He asks. "I don't care, just pick a movie," I tell him, getting a blanket and bringing over to the couch.

I sit next to him and cover us with the blanket. He puts his arm around me and pulls me into him. He turns on the movie and I warm up from his body heat.

The dark room with only the light from the tv and having Marshall holding me makes me feel safe. It's an indescribable feeling. We are so close.

I feel him kiss the top of my head and I rest my head on his chest. My body relaxes and my eyes start to slowly blink as I try to keep myself awake. My eyes flutter shut and I drift off to the sounds of Marshall's breathing and the tv's noise