Page 58 of Little Fury

“Ava, we have been watching movies together since we were seven. In all those years, have I ever had a movie in mind?”

“Didn’t you suggest we watchDumboonce?”

“I did, and how did that go? Do you remember? Because I do.” He deadpans.

“Seriously, someone needs to tell a child that they are going to have their hearts ripped out over a baby elephant whose mom just wanted to protect him! And whoever decided on “Baby Mine”while his mamma was swinging him on her trunk through her cage door needs a psych evaluation. Cause that was just evil,” I spew, not taking a breath. I had to stop watching it because I couldn't stop crying. And I cried for days after. It's honestly one of my worst childhood memories.

“Correct. So, you pick the movie.”

“Let’s watch ThePrincess BrideorLabyrinth. I’m in the mood for old-school nostalgia.”

Marcus grabs the remote, does a quick search, and findsLabyrinth. He starts it up, and I happily snuggle into the bed with him and popcorn.

Marcus falls asleep before the movie ends, but I keep watching, not ready for sleep yet. When it’s over, I turn the TV off and put my empty bowl on the table beside the bed. I look over and see his isn't empty; it's on the bed beside him. I get on my knees and lean over him.

Grabbing his bowl I stop to look at him. I see the boy I’ve always known in his face when he sleeps. All the worries that weigh him down are gone. He looks calm. I place his bowl in mine on the side table; Beth’s words keep playing in my head. Maybe I need to stop this now. What if I never love him like he loves me? Is it fair to him? How do I even talk to him about it?

Looking at him, I lean over and place a kiss on his lips. Its soft and gentle. He stirs under my kiss as I grow a little bolder It's slow, but it deepens the more awake he becomes. I hear a soft moan from him, his hands finding me. He lifts mein one smooth movement so I’m straddling him. He keeps his hands on me and sits up to meet my mouth.

His hands glide up my sides, sliding under my top, squeezing my breasts, skimming over my nipples; they harden under his touch. Marcus breaks his kiss only long enough to remove my shirt. I grind against him, feeling him grow hard under me.

I’m on my back, and Marcus is looking down at me before it even registers in my brain that he flipped us. He's staring at me. We’re staring at each other. His hand comes up to my face, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. My tongue darts out to lick it, and I suck it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it. Marcus pulls his thumb out of my mouth and kisses me gently.

My eyes close. It's slow and sensual. His hand trails along my neck, over my collarbone. My hands glide down his back, and I feel the lean muscles there. I grip his ass, loving how firm it is. Sliding my hands into the waistband of his shorts, my hands caress his skin, feeling the heat from him warming me.

I work his shorts down over his hips. He lifts his body to help me. I use my feet to get them off him the rest of the way. Marcus’s hand slides up my thigh as he rests on his other arm, staying just off my body so he can touch me. My hand slides over his body, making its way to his length. I run my fingers along the hard shaft, loving the velvety soft skin there. I grip him in my hand, feeling his hips buck. I feel his finger in my shorts, finding my wet folds and running through them before he sinks it into me. I exhale a gasp at the sensation of his finger inside me. I grab him tighter, and I move my hand up the thick shaft closing it over the head. I slide my hand back down, forcing the head of his cock to push through a tightly clasped junction of my thumb and index finger. Hehisses at the sensation pumping into my hand.“Jesus,”he grits out.

He takes his fingers out of me, grips my shorts, and pulls them down my legs. I grab him tighter, bringing my hand to the head of his cock, feeling a couple of drops of precum, and using it to lubricate the head as he thrusts into my tight grip.

“Fuck”he says. Pulling my hand away, he pins both my hands above my head. Settling himself between my legs, he takes his cock and rubs himself up and down my clit, forcing a needy moan out of me. He notches the head at my entrance and pushes in slowly.

“Ahh, god, Marcus fuck,”I breathe out.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Ava,”he says as he buries himself in me entirely. I arch my back off the mattress. He releases my hands, and I find his ass with them instantly, feeling his muscles as he pumps into me. He drops his full weight on me, and I love it. I love the pressure of his body on mine. He moves in and out of me, and I move my hips to meet him for every movement. He brings his face to mine.“I love you, Ava.”

“Marcus,”I whisper, bringing my hand to his face to touch him so that I can lower his lips to mine. I kiss him; it's slow and gentle, and there is nothing hurried or rushed in the kiss or the rhythm of our bodies. I realize then what this is. What we’re doing. This isn’t sex or fucking. This is making love. Marcus is making love to me.

I deepen the kiss between us, my tongue finding his, coaxing a moan from him in response. I run my hands down the planes of his back and over his ass. I tighten my grip on him, trying to move him faster inside me, needing to change his intention.“Please, baby. I need to come.”

He breaks the kiss, moving his lips to my neck, kissing and biting that spot I love so much. My breathing starts to increase as his thrusts get faster and harder. He lifts from me,hooking my legs over his arms. Placing his hands just past my hips on the bed, the position almost folding me in half. He is so deep in me, with every thrust hitting a spot inside of me, an intense pressure starts to build quickly. Over and over, he hits that spot; his fervent pace makes it hard for me to think.“Please, please,”I beg him.

“What do you need? Tell me.”Marcus's voice is strained. I know he is holding himself back, trying to prolong this torture.

“It's too much; I can’t.”I cry out, his body never stopping driving into me, into that spot.

“I know what you need, baby.”Releasing one of my legs, he forces my other leg farther back, keeping me open to him. His body and fingers find a pace driving me mad; tears running down my face, my words incoherent as he drives my body towards oblivion, and my body explodes into it.

My body shatters as I come. Marcus groans over me as I spasm around his cock, milking his orgasm from him as he follows me over the edge. He collapses on top of me, both of us panting for breath. Once his breathing evens out, he removes his weight from me, sitting back on his heels.“Fuck Ava, that was the hottest thing ever. You came all over my cock. Your cum is everywhere.” Marcus bends down over me and licks up the entirety of my pussy; flicking my clit with his tongue when he reaches it. I react instantly and grab his hair.“Marcus,”I gasp.

“Ava, I caused the mess, I think I should be the one to clean it up.” Without even waiting to hear any protest I might have; he dives back between my legs and feasts on me. He licks every inch of me, cleaning every drop of my orgasm. He pushes his tongue into me. The sounds coming from his mouth as he laps up my orgasm are erotic and dirty. My brain is a mess from the orgasm he is cleaning up. I feel tears running down my cheeks, my mind telling me I can’tpossibly come again. But he is driven. His tongue is still inside me, still pumping in and out, drinking in our combined mess. His tongue leaves my pussy, continuing its path. His noises are feral as he follows my cum towards my asshole. I try to squirm away from his mouth, but my body is too soft and pliant under his firm grasp. He keeps me in place and finishes his mission. His tongue enters me, his hands spreading my ass so he can reach every spot. His tongue works in and out of my tight hole; his thumb works my clit.

I have nothing left, but somehow, he forces more from me. Pleasure and pain envelope my body as this orgasm rips through me. My scream at its release is guttural. Everything, he takes everything. I hear him moan his approval as he keeps his tongue going in and out of my ass, and he keeps circling my clit until my pussy stops clenching.“So, fucking perfect.”I hear as the world fades to black.

Iwake up the following day alone in bed again. But this time, I can smell bacon. I grin like a madwoman because I’m hungry this morning.

No kidding, you horn dog, anyone who got railed like you last night would wake up hungry.

I smirk at my sarcasm, grab a dress off the back of the bedroom door, and slip it over my head. It’s a simple black maxi dress with thin straps and V- neck. I walk down the hall toward the kitchen when I hear a voice that isn’t Marcus’s.Fuck.I forgot Alexi was arriving this morning. I enter the kitchen and smile at the guys.“Morning! How was your flight, Alexi?”I walk towards the coffee maker; Marcus grabs me and brings me in for a kiss.

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