Mr. Perfect

Forty-One

Amelia

"May I please make love to you?"

My core clenched as he asked to make love to me. My stomach filled with a party of butterflies. I took a deep breath, just to calm this party for a second – it didn't work. Marcus licked his bottom lip and it made the party dance again, I don't know why it turned me on so much. But, c'mon, it's Marcus, everything he does would probably make the party dance uncontrollably.

"Please do." I breathed.

Oh no! do I sound too desperate? Like I've been wanting to get laid so bad for the past three years? It isn't like that. I mean, yeah I wanted sex so much but I wanted Marcus so much more. I just want him to be as close to me as possible. I just want him.

He smiled. Maybe he liked that I sounded desperate. Eh, I don't know.

My legs were already spread so he could lay himself comfortably. His hands creeped under my shirt and went to cup my covered breasts, a look of disappointment filled his eyes, I snorted. He rolled his eyes and went to unclip my bra from the front. I laughed.

He thinks I'm wearing the same kind of bras he bought me – the ones with a clip on the front.

I lifted myself up, just so his hands could go there and unclip the bra. He made an ah sound as he realized and went to unclip it.

Marcus was having such a hard time doing it. Both his eyebrows were furrowed together. He bit on his bottom lip and stared at the ceiling while struggling to unclip it.

I laughed again.

He looks adorable.

A look of annoyance was painted on his face. "Want me to do it for you?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I'll do it, just give it sometime."

"Sometime as in...?" I teased.

Marcus pinched my back, "Shut up," I snorted, "Ouch!" even though it didn't hurt at all. Marcus kissed one of my breasts through the shirt and continued to struggle with my bra.

After just a couple of seconds he seemed to give up.

"Get up." He said.

"Hands above your head." I lifted my hands up and he slid my shirt off my body. His eyes traveled on me until they were stuck on my breasts – they are a bit larger than before. I saw his throat move as he swallowed.

He wrapped his arms under my armpits and his head was rested on my shoulder to see how to unclip the bra. He unclipped it. Didn't take it off yet, he sat back to where he was sitting, looked at me for approval and slid it off my shoulders after he saw my nod.

"Holy fuck." He cussed under his breath.

I just sat there. My nipples so hard and in need for his touch. Actually, not just my nipples. My whole body is aching for his touch.

He licked his lips, his eyes look so dark as he looked at my eyes. "Lay down."

As much as I wanted to lay down. I needed to play the same game he played with me.

"No."

"No?"

"No. I'm not laying down."

He chuckled seductively. "Okay."

Wait what? "Okay?"

"Okay."

He came and sat beside me on the bed. Moved a couple of pillows out of the way and rested his back on the headboard. I looked at him in confusion.