Page 48 of Marlin's Faith

Faith…

Shifting light dancing across my eyes is what woke me. I put up a hand and opened them slowly, gasping. I hadn’t really taken into account the fact that by climbing down into the sleeping quarters of the Locker that we would be going below the water. It had been dark in here the evening before. So dark, I hadn’t seen the windows making up three of the four sides of the box.

I sat up slowly and stared into the blue, the fish swimming past the thick glass. It was beautiful. So peaceful, so… just…beautiful.I didn’t have the words. I stared, and stared, and felt a tranquility fill my heart. The light that had come through was sunlight through the waves up top, casting those shifting light patterns that you would see at the bottoms of swimming pools. Like marble veins carved from light, shifting with motion gently.

An equally gentle touch at my back caused me to jump; I looked down into Marlin’s bright blue eyes, vivid from the color of the deep blue around us.

“Good morning,” he said, voice rough with sleep.

“Hi,” I murmured.

“You sleep okay?”

I smiled; I knew my best sleep was when he was close and when I knew he watched over me. I felt self-conscious saying anything out loud to that effect. It sounded cheesy or corny, so I simply nodded in answer to his question. I looked down at him, where he lay against the white cotton sheets and swiped some of the golden strands of his shoulder length hair off the side of his face, where they’d caught in the rough stubble along his cheeks.

He was such a ruggedly handsome man. Strong, skin golden with the kiss of the sun, so deep a tan that it held an almost permanently reddish hue. I pushed myself up to my knees and threw a leg over his lean hips.

“Whoa. Hey, Faith, I just woke up,” he warned, a hint of panic in his tone and I smiled. He didn’t need to warn me about his erection. I knew it was there, just below the sheet. I also knew I was in a place where I wanted it. I wantedhim,and the thought of having him inside me sent butterflies swirling in my stomach, the good kind. I felt calm, and it felt good to be confident, and in control. It felt good to trust him because I knew, if I couldn’t handle it, he would stop.

I pushed the sheet down behind me and his hands found my hips over the tee-shirt, but I was feeling brave, and the first thing I did was haul it off over my head. He gasped, the cotton jersey knit slicking against my skin, warmer where his hands rested until his work roughened fingers and palms rested against my bare skin. I shivered at the delicious sensation and his grip on my hips tightened. I met his eyes and he stared me in mine, refusing to let his gaze wander.

“You’re sure?” he asked, and I covered his mouth with mine.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked softly, knowing that it would still be months before I had a clean bill of health. I was sure. He looked at me, and I could tell he wasn’t, so I reached behind me and let my fingers close around the scorching stiff length of him, poking out the front of his boxers. It didn’t bother me that he had them and I was nude, not enough to make me want to move off of him and take them down. I wanted him with a gnawing ache in my center, and I could feel myself, slick at the apex of my thighs.I wanted him so damn badly.

“Oh, god, Faith,” he groaned into my mouth, his hands tightening around my waist, he scrambled at the headboard and tore open a foil packet, rolling a rubber down his length for me. I raised myself up and sank onto him slowly, working him into me a little at a time. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small either. To me, he was perfect; my body coming alive around him like it hadn’t in a very, very long time when it came to sex.

I don’t know if it was because of the way he stretched me, or if it was the smoldering light of pride, love and perfect trust that made his eyes glow fiercely in the deep blue light. I didn’t care, I simply buried him as deeply inside me as he could go, my eyes sinking shut as he found the end of the line, and nudged it gently. God he really was a perfect fit. I bowed my head and flattened my palms against his chest, the light smattering of crisp hair under my fingers adding to the sensory overload, until I was simply drowning in everything that was Marlin.

His scent, his touch, his warmth, and I think even his love. You couldn’t put up with someone as broken as I was and not love them, could you?

I met his eyes and bit my lower lip, rising off of him and sinking back down slowly, he gave an impassioned moan and closed his eyes, turning his head as if to savor my slow gasping breath.

“Feels so good,” I moaned and he looked at me and smiled.

“Good, take your pleasure, Baby Girl, I love to see you move.”

His hands caressed over my hips, smoothing up and down my thighs. Encouraged and emboldened by his touch, his words, and the look he was giving me, I let my inhibitions fall away the rest of the way and rode him, placing my hands over his and guiding them to my breasts. I wanted him to touch me, I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel and as wonderful as riding him was… I was stuck, just on that maddening edge unable to go over.

“God, I’m so close,” I gasped in a frustrated whine and Marlin chuckled softly.

“Let me help you with that,” he whispered seductively and trailed his hands down my body delving one thumb between us where our bodies met.

“Goddamn, you’re so wet,” he growled and the warm glow of pleasure that suffused me grew incrementally, just that much more. He found my clit with his thumb, wet from my body, and teased it gently, rubbing it back and forth. I spasmed around him, tightening up my core, my body reacting to the light touch and with a wail I shattered above him, bending, back arching into a curve that must have looked extreme but felt so incredibly fucking good.

I came hard, and by some trick of his thumb, or the way he thrust his hips gently, he kept me coming for what felt like a blessed, glowing, eternity until it built and built and all became too much and laughing, shrieking, I threw myself to the side, away from his probing fingers. He slipped out of me and I mournedthatloss, but he was, by all accounts, some sort of rascal. A pirate beneath his veneer of civility, and if it was one thing a pirate loved to do, it was plunder.

“Not done with you yet,” he said with a playful smile and sat up, he got between my knees, and I got a look at him for the first time, long and glistening from where he’d been inside me. He grinned and shucked his boxers off, giving me both a little time to cool down and because they looked uncomfortable, stuck to him as they were.

“You good for more, Honey?” he asked me and I nodded, a little unsure with him being on top, but willing to try.

“You need me to stop, or do something different, you just say,” he said gently and I nodded again.

He was so perfect. So attentive to my needs it was mind boggling. Always asking before taking, always making sure I was alright with whatever he did and I could see him making mental notes as we went along, for next time… and it thrilled me that he would even want there tobea next time.

He knelt between my thighs, and grasped my waist, making sure to give me enough room to breathe, not caging me, and giving me a significant look, and plenty of time to deny him before he slid himself back into me. I arched again and he grinned, and set a faster but still gentle rhythm.

I gazed at him with a mixture of adoration and lust and he bent, enveloping me in his bigger, far more muscular body, but instead of feeling trapped, or caged, I felt safe; protected. He kissed me and I kissed him and holding his long hair back from our faces I told him, “I want you to come, I want you to feel as good as I do.”

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