Pleasing

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Marcels POV

  My finger tips and knuckles run over Jennifer's bare back as she sleeps. Her even breathes were heard slightly from how quiet it was in my room. It's sound proof but funny how silent.

   I think Jennifer got the food itis. She had half a sub and wouldn't drink any OJ but only apple. She said she loves grape but we only have apple or OJ. It's extra but I should definitely get a mini fridge just filled with things that she wants.

   Why am I thinking of these things? I'm getting so fucking comfortable with her being in my house. That's not good.

  Amari says I'm in denial and not used to "getting out of my comfort zone" then had the audacity to say "it's normal."

  But at the same time I crave the want, need, to have her scent on me. My scent on her. The need to have her in my arms. The need to have my fingers roaming her pretty body. Knowing my touch helps relax her, my voice relaxes her, me. I'm greedy like that.

   Toxic as shit to want to be the only one who makes her happy.

Carmen made me go to the therapy for it.

She hated it but it's weird how... Jennifer seems to find it comforting. Maybe she doesn't know how far my obsession goes.

  But, I know I won't let something like that make her get distant from me. Not again.

  My hands travel to her tangled hair as I gently uncover her face. Her freckles are blooming from this summer is officially approaching. Spring is ending soon and even though Cali is always hot... summer heat is a murderer.

  Slowly Jennifer shifts to curl into my embrace and her eyes slightly flutter open. "Hi." She whispers. A barely heard whisper. "How'd you sleep?" I ask patting her hair back. She doesn't answer but sigh laying closer to my chest.

I won't lie and say my self control is extremely high and tight. I don't think she means to do these innocent things. Like how her arm so close to my fucking dick. Her pinky and ring finger practically under my waist band of sweatpants.

   Seriously, I could only imagine having Jennifer run her hands into my pants to give me a literal hand job. Her innocent self not knowing what to do from this pure her mindset she has. It seems I unravel tiny bits of that aroused side of Jennifer. She seems shocked every time she feels her body tick of pleasure, arousal, a literal orgasm.

  My jaw clenched and I shift already feeling my dick twitch in my fucking pants. And it only gets worse when she decided to wrap her leg around my waist. Her head smooched into my chest as she lays her leg across me. Her inner thigh perfectly on top of my boner.

   For fucks sake.

If I have to thigh fuck her, I will. Gladly do so. I will one day if not soon. I've already imagined how I'd prepare her. I want to be the one to help her experience a perfect orgasm. I want to be the one that gets to have her pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. I'm the one who gets to slowly unravel Jennifer's body at our own pace.

   I'll make sure she experiences every little thing she wants to. Added on with mine. And that includes me thigh fucking my pretty kitten. I grip her thigh pulling it upwards so I can let my dick not get squished. I had to bite my own damn lip to stop from groaning.

  Would she let me thigh fuck her?

  "Stop." She groans twisting and she brings her leg back over it. I can't help but let out a small sigh leaving my jaw clenched. I close my eyes hoping this boner will leave. "Does it hurt?" She asks and it was followed by a small poke to my dick. She actually poked it as if it was a dead animal.