𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 | 𝐌.𝐌.

Chapter 7 (+ New Story??)

WARNING: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!
(See next a/n for safe reading material. (: )

My chest was tight and I was beginning to feel like I couldn't breathe. My body, frozen and covered in a sheen of my own sweat as I looked up at the man before me. He had kissed from my forehead, all the way down to my navel, his fingers teasing along the hem of my underwear where he sat, staring into my eyes. Cerulean met Emerald and I was quite certain I would have burst into flames at any moment. Perhaps even at the littlest bit of contact from my lover.

"May I?" Marshall asked, seductively. There was an innocent yet sensual look in his eyes. He looked as if he were afraid I wouldn't give him any consent. But I could never deny him, nor myself. Not now. Not when he had me right where he wanted me, where I wanted me.

I nodded enthusiastically, ready for him to touch me, to make me his. Only to be disappointed when he shook his head at me.

"I need to hear you say it, baby. And say it like you mean it. I need to know that you really want this." He pleaded, dipping his finger under my waistband and letting it slap back onto my skin.

I hissed as I watched him chuckle at my reaction. "I want you, Marshall. I want you to have me anyway you'd like. I'm yours, all yours."

"I know baby. I'm gonna make you feel good okay?"

That was all I heard before I felt him pulling the last bit of modesty left between him and my sopping core. He took a whiff of me and then dipped a finger inside. A look of pure ecstasy took over his features and he felt how wet I truly was for him.

"Fuck, you're soaking and I haven't even touched you yet. Do you think you can handle me tasting you a little bit?"

I bit my lip to muffle the moan that threatened to spill out of my mouth. "Yes." I just barely managed to croak out. The truth was, I wasn't actually sure, but I wasn't gonna deny him a little bit of foreplay before we did the real thing. I wasn't very experienced in the sex department when it came to anything besides the old stick 'n poke. So now was the perfect time to explore with a partner that was willing to do something different.

"Good." He rasped.

He spread my folds and used his other thumb to press against my clit. And then I felt his tongue flick against my.....

Khrys sat up in bed, covered in sweat and panting heavily. She clenched her thighs together as she felt a dull ache and a bit of wetness between them.

"What the hell was that?" She whispered out into the darkness.

Did she really just have a wet dream about THE Marshall Mathers? When she looked over at her alarm clock, she realized it was just half past two in the morning.

"Oh great." She groaned out again, to no one in particular. Now that she was awake, she knew it'd be a while until she was able to get back into a deep sleep. So she did what any normal woman would do in this particular situation. She was gonna get to the root of this problem and solve it.

Khrys laid back down and relaxed her body. She took a sharp inhale of breath and did her best to relax. Even if it was quite impossible at the moment. She let her fingers dance from the top of her torso to her hips and back up again several times. Was this really a good idea? Definitely not. But it was all she had to work with. She slid her fingers down into her pajama shorts and ran one of them along the front of her panties. Of course she was soaked.

After taking another deep breath, she had guided a finger between her folds and began to gently stroke her clit. She did as she imagined Marshall had in her dream. Afterwards she slid her middle finger inside of herself and pumped it in and out of her dripping crevice. She bit down on her lip to suppress the moan that so desperately wanted to escape the trap that was her mouth. She brought a hand up under her shirt to grope one of her breasts. It wasn't the best it could be but, it was enough to get her closer to the edge on such short notice.