"What school did you go to?", Marshall asked. I held up a finger, asking him to wait, while I ate my pasta. I swallowed, "I didn't really go to school", "Wagger", Marshall said, laughing. "My dad". "Oh. What's with your dad", "My dad abused me". Marshall chocked on his food, he managed to swallow it, "What!?", Marshall asked. "Shh, Marshall". "What?", Marshall asked quietly. " My dad abused me", I whispered, "What way?", "Physically and mentally". "That's pretty shitty. For how long?", "Umm.. Wouldn't know", "That long, huh?", "Yep".
It got kinda awkward, I ate a fork of pasta. Marshall took a sip of his drink, I looked up. Our eyes connected, I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. A smile spread on my face, which made Marshall smile. "I love your smile", Marshall said. "I love yours", I said, taking another bite of my pasta. I had creamy chicken pasta and Marshall had a eye fillet steak. I finished off my pasta, Marshall was already done and was looking through the dessert menu.
I finished off my pasta and took a sip of my Raspberry and Coke. Marshall handed me a menu, my hand grazed his knuckle, my face heated up. "Thanks", I said, taking the menu from Marshall's hand. "No problem", Marshall said, smiling, I smiled back at him. I scanned the menu, "What are you gonna get?", I asked, still looking at the menu. "Chocolate cake with ice cream", "Yum, I'm gonna get the same".
"Can I get you guys desserts?", the waitress from earlier on asked. "Two chocolate cakes". "Cool. Any thing else?", "No. We're good", Marshall said. She walked off.
"What do you like to do for fun?", Marshall asked. "Rapping, listening to music, drawing and uh... Yeah, that's about it", "Cool". "Let me take these", another waitress said, taking our plates. She walked off with our plates. "Where are you living?", Marshall asked, "Some hotel, I have to go back, get my stuff and check out". "Where will you live then?", "With you, silly", I said, rubbing Marshall's hand.
"So, it's official?", "It's official". A giant smile beemed on Marshall's face, I smiled to, when Marshall smiled it made me want to smile. Plates were placed in front of us, "Here we go", "Thanks". The waitress walked off, again. "Yum", I said, pulling the plate towards me. I cut a small piece of cake and ice cream. I ate it, "Babe, you got ice cream on your face", "Where?", I asked, wiping my chin. "Here", Marshall said leaning over the table. Marshall was now a few inches from me. The butterfies were back. Marshall licked my lip, "Gone now". I blushed and Marshall sat back in his seat.
He smirked, I poked my tongue at him and ate another piece of cake. In a few minutes, my cake and ice cream was gone, "I'm tired now", I said. "I'm kinda tired too, how back we go back to our room?". "Sure". Marshall got out his seat and reached for my hand. I took it and he led me into the elevator.
No one was in the elevator. Once the doors closed, Marshall pushed me into a wall and began kissing me roughly. It turned into a make out frenzy, until the elevator doors opened. Marshall stopped, took me hand and we ran to our room.
Marshall opened the door, I ran inside and jumped onto the bed. I kicked off my shoes, while Marshall closed the door. Once the door was closed, Marshall stripped off his top. I bit my lip and winked. Marshall jumped on the bed next to me, "Stand up, babe". I didn't question him. I stood up. A rush of cold air came over my body, as Marshall pulled my dress off.
"This for me, babe?", Marshall asked, smirking and pointing at my lacy underwear. "Maybe", I said, winking at Marshall. "Babe, stop being so damn sexy", "Marshall, stop being so hot". I sat on Marshall's lap, and kissed him. God, his lips were soft.
Marshall laid down, so I was laying on top of him. I sat up and pulled Marshall's pants off, "Won't be needing these", I said. We were now left in our underwear, I resumed kissing Marshall, but this time, I sucked on his neck.
Marshall reached behind me and unsnapped my bra and threw it some where on the floor. He reached up and groped him sofly. He rubbed his fingers over my nipples, making my nipples hard. I moaned, "Moan my name babe". "Marshall", I moaned. One hand ran over my stomach and to my panties. Marshall pushed it to a side and rubbed my sex. It sent waves of pleasure through my body. "Marshall", I moaned.
Just as I was about to cum, Marshall stopped. "Marshall", I whined. He licked his finger, "You taste good babe", I got off of Marshall and kneed on the floor. I pulled down his boxers, his erection popped out. I wrapped my hands around him, jacking him off. I started to suck him, "Grace", Marshall moaned, gripping my hair. He pulled out of my mouth and cummed on my boobs. I rubbed it into my skin.
Marshall patted a spot on the bed, I got off the floor and laid on the bed. Marshall pulled off my lacy panties. "Ready?", "Yes". Marshall laid on top of me and inserted himself inside of me. It felt so good, Marshall pushed in further. Marshall went faster and faster.
"Marshall", "Grace", we moaned. "I'm gonna cum", Marshall panted out, I cummed. Marshall came after me. We laid there panting for a few minutes. Marshall pulled out. "I'm tired", "Me too". Marshall kissed my nose. We got under the duvet and snuggled next to each other.
I'm so happy I have Marshall.
