Fifty Shades Of Us

|Two|

Chapter Two

(Narrative P.O.V)

Marcus never wanted to feel a womans touch this bad. He was almost home, when he decided to double back. He texted Emma, and told her he was on his way back. He started something, and now he'd have to finish it. His phone rang, and he picked up on the first ring.

"What's up?" He pulls in front of Emma's house.

"I'm not really not a virgin." Emma whispers into her phone.

"Open your door. I'm at the door." He hangs up, before she can start to protest.

He gets out of his car, and he walks to her door, which is already open. He walks past Emma, but he turns to face her, as she shuts the door. He stares at her full, and curvy body. She turns around, with her back against the door. He takes a step closer, and she tries to step back, but she forgets she's against a door. He never seen a woman, afraid to like him.

"Did I do something wrong?" Marcus puts his hands around her waist, pulling her close.

Emma slowly rest her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. "Can we just stay like this?" She sighs a sigh of relief.

"What I do?" He wraps around Emma harder.

She looks up at him, then puts her head back down. "You ain't do nothing. I'm not just going to pop my pussy for a track star." She continues to talk in his chest. "And I mean that in the nicest way ever."

Marcus chuckles. "You don't have to pop your pussy for me, or anyone for that matter. We can talk all night, and I'd be happy as hell."

He puts his hand under her chin, puting his index finger, and thumb on her cheeks. She looks into his green eyes, and he looks into her brown ones.

"Your beautiful." He smiles, and she smiles back. He leans in, and their lips connect. His kiss was dominant, and hers was submissive, very submissive, like she had little experience.

She wrapped her hands around his neck, remembering she'd did the same thing with her former boyfriend. Marcus grips her waist, navigating her towards the couch. Their lips disconnect when Emma trips over the arm of the couch, with Marcus falling on top of her. He hovers over Emma, as her hands cover his cheeks.

"Are we moving to fast?" She asks, even though she knew that he'd say no, because he was a man.

He grins. "I mean, we haven't done nothing, but kiss. If you think we're going to fast we can stop. If not, we can see where this goes."

She pulls his face to hers, kissing him. He kisses her jawbone, then her neck. He sucked, and kissed around her neck, almost positive he left many passion marks. She'd never felt this good, he hadn't done much, but she knew he had alot more to give.

"Let's go to my room." He gets up, grabing Emma's hand to help her up.

She takes his hand, and she walks in front down the hall. He slaps her butt, and she lowly moans. She stops in front of her door, and starts to reminisce about earlier this night. His warm body behind her made her open the door.

They entered her dark, cold room. The air caused Emma to get goose bumps on her arms. Marcus grabs her arm, gently, and turns her to face him.

"Lift your arms." His face looked serious, and his tone matched his facial expression.

She did, as she was instructed to. She liked a man who wore the pants in the relationship, and in bed.

She nods, and slowly lifts her arms up. His warm hands touch her belly, as he pulls her shirt over her head, and tossing it to the side. Emma walked towards her bed, and Marcus walked with her. He sat on the bed, and Emma stood in front of him. He rips his shirt off -literally- and pulled Emma on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist cupping her butt.