Page 70 of Marlin's Faith

Her moans and cries were fucking intoxicating, and I wanted suddenly, so badly, to see her move above me again that I rolled us on the bed. She yelped with surprise and let out a peal of laughter that set every fractured bit of our world to right. I smoothed my hands over her body, ignoring the odd imperfection of scar here and there as she arched above me. She didn’t lift herself and slam back down over my cock, instead, she gave this sultry roll of her hips, grinding herself against me, opening up new dimensions of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

She was something wild in that moment, free, and beautiful, and fuck I wasn’t about to resist her siren’s call. She had me, hook line and sinker and I just wish there was more I could do to let her know…

She looked down meeting my eyes with those amazing aquamarine globes of hers and with a shuddering gasp, gave herself to me completely by saying, “I love you.”

Fuck. Yes.

I reared up, and caged her body with my arms, my hand tangling in her long blonde hair as I drew her mouth to mine. I must have hit the spot or something because she cried out, her sweet pussy convulsing around my dick making my fuckin’ eyes roll into the back of my head. That didn’t stop me from kissing her, though. Our mouths locked, tongues lashing out and tasting one another. She wriggled her hips and I gripped her ass with one hand to still her, just enough so I wouldn’t go off. I wasn’t ready yet. She’d only come twice and that was unacceptable.

I turned her, and laid her down, mouth’s still locked on one another’s mouths before I resumed slowly thrusting into her again. She turned my blood to quicksilver in my veins, her soft, silky, body molding to mine so perfectly, those miraculous eyes of hers shining with perfect love and perfect trust as I brought her two or three more times, until she pushed against me, thrashing to get away from the probative touch of my thumb against her clit. I took my hand away and captured one of her nipples with my teeth, gently, while I stroked a few more times to allow myself to finish. She was so fucking wet, so aroused, that slipping in and out of her was effortless.

When my balls drew tight and I shot inside her, I swear to Christ it felt like it went on forever. Like she took all of me, not just the best parts, but the parts of me that were arrogant, demanding and unfair as well. She took me as I was and I felt so grateful that she would allow me to share her body after everything… I simply couldn’t hold it back. I thanked her.

Faith panted below me, her hands finding my face as she held it between them and drew me down for another one of her soul stealing kisses. I was okay with that, though. I knew she would take good care of it. She was a good woman, underneath all that hurt and the shit that’d been dumped on her. She was a good woman who deserved a man that could and would take care of her, and I was confident that man was me.

“I’d walk through fire for you, Baby Girl,” I breathed against the side of her neck and she wound her arms around my shoulders and held me tight.

“I already did, to get to you… and I wouldn’t change anything that’s happened to me, because it meant that I got to meet you. You make me happy, Marlin, even when I don’t think I entirely deserve it.”

“Hmm, Baby, that’s where you’re wrong. You deserve the world.”

“I don’t want the world, I just want you.”

“You’ve got me, Faith. I’m right here, you’ve got me.”

We had each other and I aimed to fuckin’ keep it that way.

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We rested,but neither of us were sleepy. We simply lay, tangled in one another until Faith’s stomach growled. I chuckled, and she gave that tinkling laugh that sounded to fuckin’ surreal, like she were some kind of nature goddess or something.

“What was your favorite food growin’ up?” I asked suddenly, and she froze.

“We atea lotof mac and cheese when I was growing up because it was cheap. Hope can’t stand it and I think Char is pretty much indifferent about it, but I always loved it. It reminds me of when things were good and mom was alive.”

“Yeah? What kind?”

“The cheap shit, in the blue box. What other kind is there?”

“Alright, alright, no need to get uppity over mac and cheese,” I teased her and earned myself another one of those infectious giggles. Who knew that joy was some kind of disease? Of course, fuck if I ever wanted to be cured of it.

Faith rested her head against my chest, and I traced idle patterns over her skin with my fingertips.

“What about you? What was your favorite thing to eat when you were a kid?” she asked.

“My mama made one of the best key lime pies in the state. I swear to Christ, I couldn’t get enough of it. It just melts on your tongue, cool and refreshing, the flavor of that thing is outta this world.”

Faith had gone very still and I looked down at her, doubt clouded her beautiful face, those bright and beautiful eyes of hers going distant.

“What’s wrong, Baby Girl?”

“I…” she stopped and let out a breath that carried hopelessness with it.

“Talk to me, Baby Girl,” I said soothingly, “Can’t fix it if I don’t know what it is.”

“That will make for one very awkward meeting, don’t you think?” she asked quietly and her tone was somber and hurt.

“What, when you meet my folks? Nah! I’ll walk you right up, proud as hell to have you on my arm and say ‘Mama, Daddy, this here is Faith, one of the strongest, most beautiful females I have ever had the pleasure to meet.”

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