Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

Marcel pulls me back into his lap and shakes his head. "Not now. Maybe later after we talk." He says while he settles his hand in between my legs.

I press the long sleeve shirt to cover everything I needed to. I haven't shaved. I didn't expect him to be here!! Marcel raises his eyebrows at my action and I look away. "Problem princess?" He asks and I shake my head. "Move your hand then." Marcel instructs and I shake my head again and he leans forward. "Why not? Are you on your period?" He asks and I flush. "No..." I whisper embarrassed.

"Then what? Do you not want me to touch you babygirl?" He asks and I shake my head because of course I would love him to. I feel like it's been forever...

"N-no it's not that!" I clarify and he tries to move my hand away. "I um. I-I haven't shaved." I mumble shifting on his leg and he starts to look shocked. "Jennifer, seriously?" He asks and I nod. "I'm-im sorry. I didn't- You think I give an actual fuck about you shaving." Marcel stares into my eyes and I shrug. "Well.." I wasn't exactly sure how he would react to the situation. Definitely not this way. "Move your hand babygirl." Marcel says again and I shake my head.

I could feel my face heat up and it killed me! He grabs my wrist moving it away and I frown but soon forget the action as his thumb runs over my clit. I whimper at the pleasureful feeling. "You not shaving won't stop me from touching what's mine, right?" He asks but I ignore him as I grip his forearm that was in between my legs.

Marcel pinches my clit making me let out a moan from the harsh pleasure. "Right?" He repeats and I nod quickly but he soon pulls away. "Y-yes! Okay? Yes. You-you're right." I swallow trying to get his hand back.

"How was your 3 days without me?" He asks pushing my legs together and I whine looking away but it didn't stop the fire feeling at my core. "It was okay..." I whisper, upset with him. "Really? Hm. Had a nice bath?" Marcel asks and I slowly look at him. "How'd you know?" I ask suspicious. "I asked Zenday" he smirks "don't worry." Was all he said before pressing me up.

"Go try on the dress." Marcel demands and I glare at him before he could see. I grab the bag and fish out the cloth items and was about walk to the bathroom but he stops me. "No, chaton, do it infront of me." Marcel says and I look at him. "But-" he leans forward testing me and I close my eyes.

I put it on the dresser and could see Marcel sit at the end edge of the bed watching me. "Stop st-staring." I whisper tying my hair in a low bun to at least look presentable. Marcel stands up and I quickly apologize, "I wa- I was just kidding! I'm- I'm sorry." I whimper furrowing my eyebrows but he continues walking over making me even more nervous.

Marcel hums grabbing my chin making me look at him. "Glare and give attitude one more time Jennifer." He warns and my face warms up and nods. Marcel walks back and I grab the lingerie.

Okay! This is... wow. I raise an eyebrow at Marcel but he just leans back at the end of the bed with crossed arms. Intrigued.

I slide on the panties and could see the slash of annoyance of Marcel. As he leans on his elbows to go forward. My face was a unknown shade of pink by now and could feel his attention all over me.
I was glad that I wasn't prickly nor... completely hairy.

I slowly slide the shirt off me and unclip the bra. I put my arms through it only to struggle with the unknown feeling of the it!

It takes a while to known how my bras clip together. I hold it and shuffle to Marcel. "Help, please." I whisper... his hands find my waist to turn me around. He knew what he was doing. Marcel let his hands run up my curves to finally find my bra clip. He finally does and I was set.

So everything was just right.

I looked down to tie the bow and I was about to walk away until Marcel pulled me back in. "Marcel." I cross my arms and he hums feeling the lace on me. "I need to-to put on the dress." I mumble. "Go princess." He instructed making his warm hands leave my skin.

  I sigh seeing the pretty silky dress. I step into it feeling it already slick around my hips and curved waist. My arms go through and I fix the slit and the one strap. My boobs were nicely covered and still supported. Nice. I feel for the zipper but Marcel already beat me to it.

He stands up and puts his hand on my hip to straighten me forward. My body was hot. "Nervous, princess?" Marcel whispers in my ear. He could feel my body struggle to keep still. The goosebumps on my body came up with no shame. "I'm... no. No." I stutter. His knuckles run up my back as he zips it slowly.

Marcel kisses my shoulder and hums while leaving his hands to rest on my hips. "Do you like it?" He asks and I nod. I do a small turn in the mirror to check my butt and he groans lowly, seeing my body. I couldn't help but laugh softly but he quickly slaps my butt and I shriek. "Ow!" I furrow my eyebrows in shock.

A laugh comes out from him and I glare at him. "What are you laughing at?" Marcel asks making eye contact with me and I look down. "N-nothing." I answer turning back to the mirror to see the front again. My body shuddered at the feeling of Marcels bulge. "Merde." He sighs as I lean more into him. His lips press against my neck harshly. Without notice he slides his hand through the slit of the dress just to rub my clit through the blue cloth.

My legs shudder from pleasure. The more I pushed my body against his the more he went rougher with me. I moan out as he pulls my head back. The front door shuts making me come back into focus. "Okay-ok. I- fudge!" I groan as he makes my clit over stimulate. His fingers rubbing over the underwear making sure to let me know these layers wouldn't stop him from making me orgasm. Tears fell through my eyelashes as my clit pulses with pleasure. Marcels arm catches me as a light orgasm runs over my body. "Ahh! Marcel..." I whimper.

  Marcel keeps me tight in his grip as I settle down from that high. "Look at you baby." He whispers in my ear as he guides my gaze to my flushed face in the mirror. My chest rising, my body shaking with stimulation.

After I was able to get stable again Marcel helped take the outfit off just to put on a pair of undies and a shirt.