Dangerous: A Marcel Styles Fan Fiction

25: Back to the Bedroom

25: Back to the Bedroom

   I don’t know if it was a matter of minutes or a matter of seconds, but in a short time I was completely unclothed, lying under Marcel and letting him kiss my lips, and cheek, and collarbone and any other part of my body he wanted. I was getting kisses which felt weird, and kisses in tender areas which made me quiver.

   Marcel’s warm hands ran up and down my body as his tongue explored my mouth still. I felt him getting harder and harder against my bare leg as the situation intensified.

   It wasn’t long before kisses weren’t enough and I began craving something more. Arms around Marcel Styles, I pulled him into me, and let out a gasp of delight at the shiver which passed through my being.

   Then and there, lips on my neck, Marcel began to thrust further in, bringing up moans and groans from within me. My heart raced as he worked. He grabbed onto my hips as my legs rose and wrapped around him.

   It seemed with each and every movement he made, his thrusts were harder with more energy and going further and further into me it seemed, until I felt as if the excitement in my head was going to make me explode.

   My moans and groans began to change again. They grew louder and morphed into beautiful shrills and before too long I was cursing the Lord before I began screaming Marcel’s name repeatedly.

   When I climaxed, he was still going strong. I laid moaning under his shining clammy body as his thrusts grew sloppier and less frequent before he came and fell, panting, beside me.

   Marcel’s arm came around me again and his lips met my sweaty forehead. “I love you, Veronica,” he said again. But I even though I did admittedly love the sex, my feelings still wavered for Marcel himself. I couldn’t bring myself to say it back, even after the intense pleasure he brought me.