Marcel

caught

“Mom and Dad are at the country club again, so the house is vacant till around seven.” Marcel explained as he unlocked the front door of his house. I smiled internally when I heard his words; we have the house to ourselves. I didn’t plan on doing the nasty tonight, don’t worry. I’m just glad I didn’t have to sneak around his mother anymore.

He grabbed my hand and led me to his room, swinging open the door and plopping us both on the bed.

He lifted his shirt from his head and stared at me with an innocent smile.

“What?” I laughed a little at his expression; he looked like a little boy asking for a cookie.

“Can you trace my tattoos?” He asked sweetly, batting his eyelashes.

I let out a loud laugh and nod, flipping over to lay half on top of him. I let my fingers trace the permanent scars on his chest first, getting every detail of every tattoo.

He sighed deeply and smiled, content filling his face.

“It’s relaxing,” he cooed, looking at my amused face.

“you know,” I said thoughtfully, “I think I might want a tattoo.”

He looked at me with both excitement and doubt, “really?”

“Yep.”

“Well what kind?”

I thought over his question, realizing I didn’t really think it through.

I sighed and moved over to the other side of his body, beginning to trace his arm tattoos.

“Dunno.”

He let out a chuckle and lent over to kiss me on my forehead.

As I finish tracing his tattoos, I roll over to my side and pull the blankets over me, searching for some warmth in his cold room.

As if he could sense it, Marcel flipped me to face him and pulled me into his chest, captivating my body with heat instantly. I wiggled my head into the space between his cheek and his shoulder, kissing his neck ever so slightly.

He hummed in response and reached down to pull my leg over his. I giggled at his eagerness to be close to me, but happily obliging to the actions, as I just couldn’t seem to get enough of him either.

I honestly never have cuddled with anyone so much like I did with Marcel.

And I don’t understand why not, because it easily became my number one favorite things to do.

“Settle down with me… cover me up, cuddle me in…” Marcel softly sings Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran into my ear.

“Lay down with me… and hold me, in your arms…” He continues, making me want to pull him even closer to my body. As his voice was soft because of our close proximity, it was an octave deeper than usual, triggering the roughness and huskiness to weave its way through his voice.

“And your heart’s against my chest, lips pressed to my neck… I’ve fallen for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet,” He removes a fallen strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

“And the feeling I forget,” He sings slowly, hesitating for a few moments before continuing softer than before, “I’m in love, now.”

I don’t even hesitate for a moment before pulling his lips down to meet mine; pressing into him with so much passion I was afraid my whole body might explode.

My hands curled around his neck as his did on my waist, turning to hover over me for a better angle.

He laid a forearm by my head to keep himself steady, as the other one kept itself latched onto my waist.

My lips took in his bottom one, sucking slightly as we kissed. He presses in deeper into my lips, intensifying the kiss more.

He moans lowly as I take his lip between my teeth, tugging on it gently. He presses his lips to mine once more, grazing his tongue on my bottom lip, asking for entrance.

I part my lips enough to give him room, and he eagerly takes control, invading my mouth.

My fingers wrap around his soft brown curls, tugging on them lightly, producing another moan to escape his mouth.

It’s his turn as he let his hand go up the back of my shirt, tickling my skin with light touches.

He grinded his body on mine, making me arch my back and groan at his playful tease.

The kiss turned from passionate to intense in a split second when Marcel swiftly removed my shirt from over my head, leaving me in my red victoria’s secret bra.

I pulled the hem of his shirt over his head, copying his swift motion.

Soon, his bare chest is pressed up against me, shocking my body like electricity every time his tanned skin grazed mine.

I trailed my fingers down the crevices in his torso between the muscles, weaving my way through and down to the ‘v’ lines.

Slowly, I traced around the edges of his Calvin Klein boxers, eventually trailing back up through his muscles and planting my hands on his shoulders.

His free hand softly rubbed the side of my stomach, heightening within every minute we laid there entranced in one another.

He slowly brings his hand to my back, grazing my bra clasp, hovering over it for a few seconds, asking for permission.

Just as I nod, the door whips open and Marcel jumps twenty feet in the air.

“Marcie?!”

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