Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV
THERE HAS BEEN NO STEALING. I PROMISE GUYS. THERE IS NO CHAPTER BEFORE THIS. You didn't miss anything. :)

Me and Marcel are sitting outside on one of the couch swings. We had a fluffy blanket laid on our legs keeping us warm from the wind.
I bite into my premade taco. It was now Thursday as this week has flown by. We've done a lot of movie watching and kissing. I've been ignoring the sexual tension but every now and then I've made it worse. Teasing him. He never teased me back.

Marcel always gave me what I wanted in that moment. He never rejected. Never edged. My body buzzed with the remembrance of the bruised kisses on every spot on my body that only he could see. The hand prints on my hips indicting the greediness in our heated make outs. My sensitive clit from the harsh sucking of his full lips. A shade of light pink on my butt from his light spanks.

His fingers roam the patterns on the blankets with his eyes closed. Half asleep as his head is laid on my shoulder. Inhaling my scent. I bite slowly into my taco, earning a cracking sound making him open his eyes open. He closes them back seeing it's just me eating. Nothing has been suspicious this week so far and I hope it stays that way.

Since Monday the weather has been amazing! We've had multiple lunches outside in the grass. The nicely cut and maintained grass. I've had to ignore the black cars near the house. The high fences and the bump on the side of Marcels hip. His gun sticking with him every second we are together. Especially outside.
   But, Marcel has made sure to make me feel comfortable. Going on a mini adventure to each window and door of the house to make sure they are locked before bed. Checking the outside cameras for safety reasons.

    I finished my tacos and I lean my head back onto his. His hair smelt like my conditioner. IS HE USING MY CONDITIONER? I run my hand through his hair loving how thick it is. My lips meet his forehead kissing it softly. He kisses my bare shoulder in response. Marcel mumbles incoherent sentences making me confused. I shrug it off and try to sit up. But, Marcel tightens his grip around my waist. "Sit." He mumbles and I glare.

   I couldn't help but fall right back against his chest. His dark green eyes meeting mine causing me to smile of shyness. Marcel always lhad long eyelashes I was and still am jelly! The chiseled jaw, the light freckles and scars from who knows where or by whom. I remember when he picked me up one time for school. He had harsh scarring but shrugged it off as if it was a stubbed toe. I would sob from a paper cut!

  I don't know why we are so attracted to each other...

Marcel rubs my back from under my tank top shoving his warm body against mine. Keeping me warmer than ever. It was my turn to lay into his chest. Marcel set the plate on the deck floor and pulled me into him bridal style. "How are you feeling?" He asks with a soft gaze. "I've-I've got the itis." I mumble with closed eyes. Food itis.

  I hear him chuckle and feel him pull me up with him. One arm carrying me with the other holding the plate. Marcel sets me onto the bed once placing the plate into the sink. He was going to set me in but I sit up, he raises an eyebrow. "What is it?" He asks and I look down.
   We do the walk through even though it was light out. Not even hitting 5 in the afternoon. Marcel guides us back to the bedroom and again tucks me in. I felt him dip into the bed as well with his laptop. Recently he's been on his laptop a lot and taking more phone calls. A bit like we when we were back at home.

   Even during work he would rub my back and run his thick fingers through my hair. He knew me not feeling him in any way I would get worried. If I was asleep I would wake up. Most of the time he would just be using the bathroom but the fear in my stomach would always be there.

A fear of what? I don't know.

  Attachment issues? The fear of him or maybe even them?

Whoever it is or whatever it is Marcel never questioned it. Just reassured me the worries don't have to take place anymore.

MARCEL POV

  Jennifer's breathing is heard as I set my computer on the nightstand plugged in. Her hand around my lower stomach. The scent of her is everywhere in this house already. She groans fluttering her eyes open as it's been a few hours. It was 7 but I never woke her.
   She sits more up and throws her messy hair into a low messy bun. Lots of hairs fluttering out. Jennifer rubs her eyes and leans into me naturally and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "Hi daddy." Her tone mumbled.

  Without a doubt I knew the tension between us is growing like wild fire in California on a hot summer day. Spreading throughout the body. Jennifer has been testing the water of it all. Purposely grinding against me. Wearing no panties around me with the overly larger shirts. Knowing they don't cover much. Her hardened nipples showing through them all. The soft gaze she does with me. Keeping the eye contact. Her light moans between kisses. Jennifer hasn't hidden her desires. Nor have I stopped them.

But her desires have been different. I didn't plan to make this week to be the week we finally have sex. Nor do I really want to. Of course I'd do it right here and right now. But, the fear in her is not what I want when she finally takes me. When I take her.

  Jennifer has shown the fear she has been carrying but also the excitement and the neediness of me through this week.

   Kisses are peppered onto my neck and cheeks. She giggles from my small smile. "Aren't you hungry? You didn't eat lunch." She comments and I sigh knowing it's the truth. I look into her eyes and she averts the contact and I nod slowly. "Yes baby. You're right." I say sitting more up with her at my side. She stays in bed as I grab some left overs. I walk back with the plate and a smaller one knowing this women would eat mine. Jennifer is something.

Her underboob was showing as she stretches intensively. A slight groan comes out as she sets her arms back down. Her body goes limp into the bed with relaxation. I set the heated plates down. She mumbles a quiet thank you and we eat while watching the Hannah Montana.

  Jennifer sets her fork down 40 minutes later.  She sighs and takes a deep breathe. "I-I have a question. A really weird one..." her gazes shifts somewhere else. Her fingers fidgeting with the blankets as I set the plates to the side table. "Okay, ask away." I say curious.

"When um...hmm." She figures out how to ask the question very hesitantly. "When will you- no, well- we have um- sex?" She asks with a very red face.

"When will you make me yours? When will you claim me? When will you officially take me? Or when I officially take you?" She asks even more.

My heart skips a beat. It was shocked with the straightforward questions. The greed of it. The want and almost the need of it.

  "Whenever you want me to princess." I tilt my head simply and she slowly looks up at me.

"I want it now."