Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

I let my hands run over the bare back of the big pine tree over me. His breathe gazing my neck, his arms wrapped securely around my body. Marcel...

My body is so.. so sore. But, Marcel did exactly what he said and promised. I was in and out of sleep when he bathed me. He combed my hair and remembered my hair product routine. I could hear the washer and dryer run as he helped me get dressed. Marcels warm hands running the lotion over my body. His calm breathing. The French coming out of the sexy lips as he answered a call.

Now thinking about it.. it seemed serious.

My eyes scanned the room seeing someone at the door. I screamed almost falling off the bed. But marcels hands were already secure. The guy had a large gun and protection. Marcel sat up quickly looking at what I was but he sighs. He shoos the man off with a quick nod he left causing me to be so confused. "Baby.. their my men." He sighs. Marcels voice groggy and deep. Sexy.
"Why?" I ask and he shakes his head. "Just a few movement was known and I wanted secure safety just in case. No worries." He explain causing me to nod. I looked out the window and sigh seeing the beautiful sun rise. I pull the blanket over my bare body feeling the chilly wind. "Can we-can we stay in bed all day?" I ask quietly.

Marcel smiles softly, he knew. " of course darling." He says. Marcel walks to the bathroom seeing his bare back with the normal sweatpants tied around his waist. Before he stepped in, "put a show on baby girl." He instructs without looking at me fully. I bite my lip loving the simple command. When he didn't move, waiting for an answer I clear my throat and mumble a yes sir.

My body disagrees slightly but I wish I could relive last night. The feeling of him after months of not getting it is.. unexplainable. Marcel truly ruined me and then put me back together. He learned my body 100%. Marcel found out every single sensitive spot on my body and put it to the test last night. Every sentence he said last night.. he knew would effect me. My core pulses quickly at the thoughts.

I bite my lip and lean slowly over for the remote and flip to Disney+. Quickly after Marcel came out with a tooth brush in his mouth. His neck was... peppered with hickeys. From me. Me. My eyes wandered to his chest seeing the reddish lines form from my nails. Once he saw I put a show on he turns around causing me to silently gasp. His back covered with vertical lines. That were red. By me. Again me.

Although he can't blame me cause he was good. There was nothing he could've done to make me say otherwise. Well— the bathroom door shuts making me flicker back to him. Marcel secretly washed his face. I see the dampness.

"How are you feeling? Hungry? I can make another hot bath baby girl." Marcel looks into my eyes. I shake my head. "I-I'm a bit hungry but I'm okay." I mumble playing with the blanket. He hums saying he'll be right back. Marcel quickly comes back before ending whatever call he was on. I knew I had to use the bathroom sooner or later...
I push the blankets off of me and slowly sit up with the thin sheets around me. Oh boy.

My legs were wobbly but I was okay to walk to the bathroom. My eyes scan my body almost fainting at the dark purple circles on my neck and upper breasts. After all the touching last night, my nipples were very sensitive and slightly bruised. The finger prints on my love handles and hips. My inner thighs peppered with love bites by Marcel. The once pink and normal lips now bruised lightly and swollen by the harsh kissing I'm also guilty for. I turn around seeing my very red butt. A faint bite mark by him.

I quickly cleaned up myself and washed my face slowly. "Food is ready darling." Marcel leans against the doorframe causing me to practically fall to my knees. His arm pressed to the top of the frame. I swear he's like the mafia dudes in the romance books. Signature pose.

(Lol. Laugh out loud. Bffr. Be so fucking for real.)

His eyes wandering to mine. I knew he could see the lust in my eyes. I knew that he could tell that I wanted everything that happened last night to happen again right this second. But I could already tell that he wouldn't,not even if I begged with everything in me.

"Okay.." I whisper washing my face to stop the eye contact. His footsteps come closer to my body and he hums letting his veined and tatted hand wrap around my body under the sheets. "How sore are you?" He asked in my ear and I avert his gaze. "It's not that bad." I bite my lip lying. My whole body was cramping by just standing. His hold around me was keeping me semi-up. Marcel slaps my booty. Making me yelp and jolt forward. "Try again." His expression turns cold and more stern. "V-very sore." I tell the truth with a small whimper.

Marcel sighs pulling me to him and pulls me up in bridal style just to set me on the bed and tuck me in with a heated pad inside a pillow. I set it in between my legs feeling my body relax more. "Te amo." I say with a strawberry in my mouth and Marcel chuckles. "Je t'aime." He responds making me wonder why he never added the "too."

He presses a quick kiss against my lips and mumbles a few sentences I couldn't understand. "Is the heating pad helping?" He asks and I nod firmly. "Thank you for everything." I blush smiling softly. He doesn't say anything but hum pulling me closer to his warm body. Marcel is something.

Marcels eyes glare at the tv as Hannah Montanas theme song shows up. I could see the disapproval but I just giggle. I wonder what is wrong with Hannah? "Stop that." I poke him and his gaze softens as he looks at me. "I don't like her." He grumbles. "Why is that?" I ask intrigued. "She sings... weird." Marcels words were uncertain and I just laugh shaking my head. "Sure.." I bite my lip with a smile.