Under His Roof

chapter thirty

Slowly, Kimberly stood up, her eyes on Marc's. He took her hand in his and led her from the bathroom, out into his bedroom.

They both knew what was about to happen and yet the air between them was free of tension. For some reason, things with Marc never felt weird, and even though she was being led into an unfamiliar place to have sex with an, admittedly, unfamiliar man, Kimberly felt strangely at ease.

The walls of Marc's room were a light brown color that – in contrast to the white of the bathroom walls – seemed to dim everything down. It was better this way. Kimberly didn't want to remember in detail the day she ruined her life. Once she did this, she knew that there was no going back, and she wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing. Did she even want to go back to Julian after everything that had happened?

Marc's bed was made, and as Kimberly joined him on it she felt she could relax. She could truly get into this and Marc could help her forget about the man a few houses down.

His eyes never left hers as a hand wrapped around her back and another under her bottom. He lifted her towards where he sat at the center of the bed, the whole time trying to fathom how somebody could be so beautiful. He had wanted her since day one, and now that this was actually happening, he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't asleep.

"Come here," he said, as he propped himself up on one elbow, using the other arm to pull Kimberly forward.

Kimberly was confused as to what he was doing as she shuffled forward on her knees, now straddling his body. She placed a hand on his naked chest, running it up his body and reveling in the feeling of him shivering under her touch. True, she wished it was somebody else, but she couldn't think about that right now.

As Marc pulled her body up higher, she began to realize what was happening and she felt her heart drumming against her rib-cage. And it wasn't from nervousness, but instead from the thought that she was about to have another first, and not with Julian this time.

Marc pulled her body up so that it was now over his face and Kimberly tried to steady her breath. What was she doing? What was she about to do to herself? "M – Marc, you don't have to..." she said slowly, cursing herself for the desperation that sounded in her voice. She had been in charge of this situation only minutes ago. She had been the one who wanted him to do something for her. Yet here she sat, sounding weak and frantic.

Marc hooked his arms around her thighs and looked up, the bulge in his boxers growing at the sight of Kimberly's wet cunt and tight ass staring him in the eyes.

She wasn't aroused as she usually was when being intimate with Julian, but she was hoping Marc could get her into the mood because she needed this. She needed to forget, even if it wasn't the most healthy way to do so. And Marc was ready to get her there. He wanted to make her forget whatever it was that had made her cry in the shower, and he wanted to make her feel so good that by the time he was ready to fill her with his hard cock, she would be dripping with arousal.

He had never been more ready for anything as he slowly lowered her down, right onto his welcoming tongue.

Kimberly felt the first flick of his tongue against her clit and sucked in a sharp breath. In a weird way, this was reminding her of Julian, the way he always started with a flick, teasing her in before he gave her the real thing. Their techniques were similar, but the feeling was different. Something about the way Marc licked her clit felt more primal, more raw. And Marc's tongue felt good on her, but it didn't feel like Julian's.

When Julian sucked her off, it was as though he knew exactly what he was doing. Exactly where to lick, suck, and rub in order to drive Kimberly straight to an orgasm. With Marc though, it felt like he was taking wild guesses with his tongue, and they were working – really fucking well – but it wasn't the same.