"I can't believe you thought I was actually proposing to you." Marcus shook his head, opening the car door for me.
"Leave me alone. You know I'm not the smartest person." I took his hand, lifting myself out.
"Oh, I know."
"Douche." I ran up the long driveway toward the house, with my white heels in hand.
Marcus followed, catching me up at the door, twisting it open. Scooping me up in one movement, he raced through the house and up to the second floor. Outside his room, he turned around, using his back to push the door open, and set me down on my feet.
He danced across the room, flopping down onto the bed, as I stared at his snowboard, smiling. Marcus sat up, slipping off his shoes and jacket, then tiptoed behind me.
"We're going to have to get you your own one of those." He slowly kissed my exposed shoulder.
"Can't wait." I tilted my head a bit, giving him more room.
His kisses moved forward over my collarbone, where he began gently nibbling at the skin. I bit my lip while his hands glided up from my waist, to the neck of my dress, which was tied with a bow at the back. I felt him carefully undo it, and saw as it fell to the floor.
I spun to face him, tracing my hands along his neck. "Marcus, I -."
"I know." He pushed his lips into mine softly, reaching down and lifting me up by my thighs.
He carried me to the bed, falling down on top of me, not breaking the kiss once. Focused on his pretty chocolate colored eyes, I gently eased off his glasses, placing them on the side table, then loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing them to the side.
"Be careful with me." I whispered.
"I promise." He held out his pinky.
I giggled, linking mine with it. He continued to kiss the side of my neck, as I unbuttoned his pants, tossing them across the room.
Airy kisses made their way down my neck, as he reached behind me, undoing my bra. I felt my cheeks growing hot, a sudden nervousness coming over me.
"Don't be scared of me, baby. I don't bite." His soft lips met the skin of my chest, trailing down my body to the hem of my underwear. "Much."
He tugged at it a little with his teeth, flicking his eyes up to meet mine. I nodded, allowing him to continue, as he did, to pull them off. His hand caressed my leg, dragging them off the end of my foot, and dropping them to the floor.
In turn, I reached up, sliding his off. Looking at him, I took a deep breath. I watched him laugh as he stretched over me, delving into a draw, fiddling with something. He quickly slipped it on, looking back at me.
"Yes?" He kissed my hands, lacing them with his, and rested them either side of my head.
I closed my eyes, nodding.
"It's going to hurt a little." He lowered himself the slightest bit, and paused.
"Yes." I beamed up at him.
With that, he pressed his body into mine; a gasp escaping my mouth, and a sense of pain shooting through my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, as he thrusted back and forth, ever so slowly. Opening them, I saw Marcus peering down at me.
"Alright?"
"Alright." I nodded.
He continued, picking up speed slightly. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?"
"Mm hmm." I cupped his face, pulling him closer, and placing my lips on his.
His speed steadily increased, as did our breathing, becoming heavier and faster.
"Marcus..." I moaned his name, squeezing his hands, as he sucked on the skin of my stomach.
His lips trailed their way to my ear, nibbling it. "Keep up with me, baby." He sped up, pounding into me.
"Oh my God." I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He let go of one of my hands, gripping my leg and pulling me down the bed, closer to him.
"I'm going to make you scream." He whispered, his lips brushing off my ear.
His hips slammed into mine, taking my breath away. His hand left my leg, sliding up to my hips as he began grinding against me. I screamed, squeezing my legs around him.
This only made him go harder, faster and rougher. I stared up at his smirking face, which his wet hair was sticking to.
"Is that all you got, sweetheart?"
Using my legs, I knocked him over to the side, falling on top of him.
"My turn." I flipped my hair out of my sweaty face.
I pulled my hands out of his, resting them on his abs, and using them to lift myself up as I rode on top of him.
"Babe..." He groaned.
"Nuh uh." I silenced him with a kiss, rubbing my lips along his body.
He grabbed my ass, squeezing it and pulling my forward while he sat up. I moaned into his mouth as we continued to kiss. He shoved me backward, laying on top of me.
"I'm in charge now." His tongue glided slowly down my neck, as I dug my nails into his back.
"Baby..." My back arched, bringing my panting chest up to his.
His movements increased, banging into me with more force. Moaning, my back arched some more, allowing me to take more of him.
I held on to his neck, pushing him backward. He had other plans, flipping me over so he was on top again, going even deeper than before.
My legs started to feel weak, and a flush of heat washed over me. I rested on my elbows, supporting myself as my hips started to buckle. A final groan escaped my mouth as he made his last powerful attempts, slamming me hard.
With one final push, my body couldn't take it anymore, releasing everything I was holding inside. One of my hands gripped his neck, while the other clung onto his back, just under his arm. His body did the same, our moans mixing together in the air.
My body fell back onto the bed, with his collapsing on top of me; his warm breath grazing my shoulder, as his head rested just above it.
I was too weak to even move, the most I could do was run my fingers slowly through his hair, and try to regain my breathing, eventually falling asleep.
YOU ARE READING
Played.
RomansaMaddison Court, 17, Senior. Marcus Bieber, 17, Senior. Justin Bieber, 19, College Student. From failing, to being introduced to a person who she, now, can't imagine life without. When Maddison and Marcus met, everything seemed perfect, that is, unt...