Page 69 of Marlin's Faith

“Looked it up on YouTube yesterday while you were napping.”

“YouTube?” I asked incredulously.

“That’s right,” he wasn’t looking at me, he was paying close attention to what he was doing, rubbing small circles with his thumbs, pressing with just the right amount, into my shin to either side of the bone, fingers gliding effortlessly in the lotion and oil he applied to my skin.

I found myself going limp, submitting to the sublime relaxing sensations he wrought with his fingers along first one leg, then the other; paying special attention to either foot. I was a melting puddle of bliss in the old wooden rocking chair by the time he was using a bit of alcohol on a cotton ball to cleanse the nails of any residual oil or lotion. Apparently this was full service and he really didn’t care what anyone thought. Several workers had taken up working in the nearby trees, and quite a few of them were staring unabashedly.

“Marlin…”

“Fuck them, they want to say anything I’ll gladly realign their jaws for ‘em. This is about me and you, nobody else’s business but ours, Baby Girl.” He punctuated his statement with a crisp look in my direction and by cracking open a bottle of clear basecoat, studiously and carefully starting in on painting the nail on one of my big toes while my heart swelled with love for him, and with gratitude.

I was struck by a thought that I chose to keep private for the moment, but that I promised myself I would share with him when the time was right. I thought to myself:Everything, all of the pain, the misery, and sorrow of New Orleans, was worth it because in the end I’m able to sit here with a man like him.I traced the metal filigree behind the key plate in the wristband and thought to myself further,If only the boy knew how right he was.

I watched, grossly fascinated, as Marlin painted my nails a beautiful metallic color that shifted between a blue and sea green, two or three shades darker than the actual waters around here, but no less beautiful. He blew gently on my toes and it made me giggle, but as with everything he did, the paint job was perfect. He did everything with equal care and precision I noticed. From fishing on his boat, to repairing an air conditioning unit, to painting his woman’s toenails. I admired him beyond words for that.

“Sit and let that dry,” he said quietly, voice heavy with an unknown emotion and I marveled at him, nodding.

I caught his hand as he stood to clean up after us and he looked down into my face, “Thank you,” I murmured and he smiled, a self-satisfied smile and nodded gently.

I sat and enjoyed basking in the relaxing aura Marlin had created for me. I smiled and laughed at myself when I likened it to a bubble, my nickname among my sisters being ‘Bubbles’ and all. He came back after he’d put everything away and sat on the steps, reaching one hand back and caressing my calf while he had a cigarette. By the time he was through with it, I was sure to be dry, but I had no real desire to move just yet. Rather, I simply enjoyed looking at him. Letting my eyes wander over his tattoos where he had them, and the freckles caused by the sun, spattered like paint droplets across his shoulders and back.

My daydreaming and admiration of him was dispelled when he stood and held out a hand down to me. I took it and reluctantly got to my feet.

“Come inside with me,” he murmured and I nodded and followed him into the house and up to our room. He’d pulled the wingback chair that sat in the corner to beside the foot of the bed and he gestured for me to sit, so I did. He closed the bedroom door, and turned to look me up and down.

“What is it?” I asked at his grave expression. He shook his head, the energy between us crackling as he reached for the waistband of his jeans. He undid the button and zipper and let them fall to the floor. My breath caught again when it was revealed he was nude underneath and I found myself squeezing my thighs together with want. It was still kind of a foreign concept to me, desiring a man as I desired Marlin, after all was said and done, but the relaxed state I was in, the calm and peace… I wanted him and I wasokaywith wanting him.

He knelt at my feet again, this powerful man, and raised my skirt, reaching up beneath it to hook his fingers into the waistband of my panties. He kept his eyes on mine, the air between us electric. His so blue eyes checking with me and asking permission silently, every step of the way which just served to turn me on even more.

I lifted my hips, and he slid my panties out from beneath the skirt of my dress. I went to stand and he put his hands gently to my hips and settled me back into the chair, tugging me forward so I sat on the very edge of the seat.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Worshipping my personal goddess.”

Marlin lifted my skirt and spread my thighs, he kept eye contact with me the entire time he moved his mouth toward my sex, and I swear it was the most erotic thing I had ever had a man do. He breathed me in with a satisfied sound and my eyes closed, fingers tightening on the arms of the chair as he kissed me first, then played his tongue against my pussy.

I arched, my hips thrusting forward of their own accord to meet that velvet probing touch. I was surprised when he slipped a finger inside of me, at how wet I was, my body getting with the program a little faster than my mind. I groaned softly, and he hummed, pleased, against my flesh which sent my blood scorching through my veins. The deference he showed me nearly brought me to my own knees, but he placed an arm across my hips, effectively pinning me to the chair while he took his time, tasting me, making love to me with his mouth. He twitched his fingers inside of me and I nearly shot off like a rocket when he found that secret spot that drove me wild.

“Oh, god… Marlin,” I gasped, my chest heaved with my panting as he worked me into a tizzy. He had me right on the edge, so very close and I wanted to come so badly. It felt so natural with him, soright, and it made my heart glad beyond words that he had been the one to initiate contact this time. It meant so very much to me.

“That’s it, Baby Girl, come for me,” he growled against my body and the vibration from it sent shivers down my spine. He sucked my clit and teased that place inside of me with his fingertip and it was so perfect, so right, that lightning shot through my body, fizzling down every nerve ending and lighting them up with that blue white glow, even as the blood rushed through my ears like thunder, drowning out my own cries of release.

I melted, and when I came back to myself, settled back into my own skin, it was to Marlin’s bright blue eyes gazing up at me with a mixture of love and adoration, my fingers tangled in his shoulder length blond hair, where I’d gripped him to my body as I’d ridden out my orgasm against his face. I quickly, but carefully disengaged my fingers from his hair and he laughed, the grin on his face speaking volumes about his own satisfaction, but we weren’t done. We couldn’t be done. I needed more of him. I needed to show him back just how much I appreciated him, how much I loved him, too… even if I weren’t ready to say it out loud quite yet.

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Marlin…

I’d stripped and left her clothed to give her some of the power, make her more comfortable, but I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to love her and after taking care of her downstairs, the energy had just felt right. I didn’t have any condoms on me, but fuckin’ test results be damned. It was my ass on the line and reckless as it was, I was all in. I don’t think she remembered herself. She was so caught up in the moment, and I wasn’t about to douse her in the ice cold water that was reality. If it came up later I’d deal, but for now I kept my fuckin’ mouth shut.

She wasn’t having any more of the dress or of me on my knees; she slipped out of the chair and hoisted her dress over her head. I helped her out of it, amused by the sudden shift in the energy between us, even as her fingers wrapped gently around my cock, stroking it.

I closed my eyes, my head turning as I moaned out, it felt so good. She stopped stroking just long enough to twine her arms around my neck and to press her mouth to mine. She kissed me deeply, pressing her body so tightly to mine, I almost thought she wanted to meld us into one being. Truthfully, I was okay with that, but I had a better way. I let her climb into my lap, legs to either side of my thighs, my dick perilously close to finding her entrance, but instead of going there, of fucking her on the floor, I got my legs under us and basically power lifted her, standing with her in my arms. She squealed and laughed, holding to me tightly as I laid her back onto the bed.

“No floors for you,” I murmured, before kissing down her throat, taking one of her pert nipples into my mouth. I let my cock go on a quest of its own as I captured the tight bud between my teeth, tugging at it gently, and Faith’s eyes slipped shut, her head tipping back as she made a throaty, sexy as fuck, moan escape her. A moan I turned into a gasp by sliding into her hot, wet, grasping, cunt.

God she was perfect, so tight, so wet, and when our bodies met, it was like I was meant to be there; one with this woman. I returned my mouth to hers and we kissed, passionately, as I drew back and gently surged forward. Faith’s legs went around my hips and she held onto me as I moved back and forth inside her, slowly, deliberately. I wasn’t going to rush this for anything. You didn’t rush making love, which is exactly what I was going to do. I was going to make love to this woman, pour every ounce of feeling I had for her into our bodies meeting, and fill her up so she had no way to talk herself into believing she deserved anything less.

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