-Please give ideas. I have no idea what I should do with my story... Should I keep going or finish it soon?
So please help.
Sorry about not updating for ages, been busy
I now was crying hard out, Marshall's chest was wet from my tears. I bit down on my lip, trying to calm myself down. Marshall was holding me close to him, while stroking my hair and humming to me.
What a honeymoon. Normally honeymoons is having fun and a lot of sex, but ours is sex and me having mental breakdowns. Fun..
I wiped my tears away. My eyes were starting to hurt from all the crying.
Marshall was now singing to me. I hummed along while sniffling. Marshall held me even closer to him. My muscles relaxed as I listened to Marshall sang. He was singing a bunch of different songs, like Mockingbird, Hailie's Song and a bunch of other songs.
I felt my eyes get heavy. I tried to keep them open, but I failed and they closed. In a couple of seconds I fell asleep, Marshall's singing crept into my dreams.
My dream was freaking the shit out of me. All I could dream of was all the bad stuff that had happened to me. Even the little things. Like intermediate, collage, my childhood, my asshole of a dad.
Then I ended up running down a long, dark tunnel. I could hear footsteps chasing me, I sprinted. I had no idea where to go, but I kept running forward. My legs were hurting and my throat was dry.
And like in the horror movies, I tripped over nothing. I scarped my knees and my hands. I pulled myself up of the ground. Just as I was about to run, hands wrapped around my feet, tripping me up. I yelped and fell on the cold concrete floor.
Pain rushed through my body. I screamed and began kicking air.
"Babe! Babe", I woke up with a jump. "Babe!", Marshall said, shaking me. "Huh? What?", I asked. "Where you having a nightmare or something?", Marshall asked, he stopped shaking me and was looking at me with worry. "Uh, yeah".
"How'd I get here?", I asked, sitting up in the bed. "I carried you to bed while you were asleep", "Oh". "That must've been a fucking scary nightmare", Marshall said, "Yeah". "Babe, you were hard-out screaming, kicking and punching air. You even punched me", "Sorry Marshy".
"Don't worry 'bout it. I have to say, you punch pretty hard for a girl", Marshall said jokingly. "Marshall", I said, lightly punching his shoulder. "Ow", Marshall said with sarcasm, while making a hurt face. I poked my tongue at him. He poked his back
"So, you're alright?", Marshall asked. "Yes Marshy boo, I'm fine", "Alright then".
Marshall pulled the cover back over himself and snuggled into the bed, while wrapping a arm around me. I laid back down, snuggling into Marshall's chest. It was then I realized, I wasn't wearing any clothes.
"Marshy, where's my clothes?", I asked. Marshall opened one eye, "Somewhere on the floor". I laughed lightly. "But why Marshy boo?", "So I can do this", Marshall said. A rush of pleasure surged through me as Marshall rubbed my sex. I moaned and shivers went down my back.
"You like that babe?", Marshall asked. "Yes", I moaned, throwing my head back as Marshall pushed his finger inside of me. I moaned even louder. "How does this feel baby?", Marshall asked, with a smirk. "Heavenly", I managed to moan.
Marshall added another finger, making me moan very loud. "I love when you moan", my answer was a loud moan. "Moan my name babe", "Marshall..", I moaned. "What? I can't hear you", "Marshall!", I moaned louder. "Huh? What?", Marshall asked. "Marshall!", I moaned as loud as I could. "That's a good girl", Marshall said, pumping his fingers fast inside of me.
I reached my limit. I moaned loudly as I came. I was gripping the sheets and panting. Marshall had a smirk. "Come here babe", Marshall said. It took me a couple of minutes to gather some energy and sit on top of Marshall.
I bowed my head down and kissed Marshall softly. Marshall's hands ran up my stomach and groped my boobs softly. I moaned in Marshall's mouth. Marshall broke the kiss. "Ready babe?", "Yes". I positioned myself over Marshall's member. I pushed him inside of me. A moan escaped my lips, Marshall thrust himself inside. I threw my head back in pleasure.
I heard Marshall pant and grunt. This felt so fucking good.
