Page 82 of Marlin's Faith

We got back to the grove and Bobby’s house and I brought the bike to a stop, switching off the engine which stuttered to silence. The frogs and nightlife provided a soothing backdrop as I dropped the kickstand and leaned my machine onto it. Faith got down and took off her helmet, handing it to me and I hung it off one of the handlebars.

Bobby had split off and pulled into a bar on the way back, so it was just me and her. I had a key though, so it was all good. Faith was looking out into the rows of trees, flanking one side of the house, a troubled and lost expression on her face when I turned back to her. I stood, waiting her out patiently, to collect her thoughts and to speak on it.

“You know I can’t give you what Johnny has, right?” she said so faintly, I almost didn’t hear her.

“What, Vi and Holden?”

“Children, yes.”

I pulled her by the wrist gently, until she turned and looked at me, but I kept pulling until her arms were settled around my waist and my arms were around her.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my niece and nephew to death, but Baby Girl, I’m the vice president of what is technically an outlaw motorcycle club. That doesn’t exactly make father of the year material.”

“I know what you are, Marlin, I’m not talking about that though, I’m talking aboutme.Asking you if you’resure,because I don’t know if I could live with it if one day you woke up and decided you wanted something I couldn’t give you and you pitched me –“

I put a finger to her lips and smiled down at her and I knew it was a little sad. Shit, what she was sayin’ kind of hurt. That she would think of me that way… but I knew where this was coming from, and I knew it didn’t have so much to do with me as it did her and her insecurities.

“Faith, if ever there comes a time you want a child, or that I want one for some god forsaken reason, we’ll talk about it. Just like we’re talkin’ now. I’ve never been much interested in bein’ a daddy, but if the urge suddenly decides to come on strong, there are a hell of a lot more ways to go about bein’ one than knocking my woman up.”

Faith stared at me in silence, and I sighed out softly, “Shit, I meant adoption and that didn’t come out right. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay, I understand… I don’t think it came from me right either.”

I rested my forehead against hers and we just existed for long minutes, in each other’s space, each drawing comfort from the other.

“It’s been a long day,” I murmured.

“An unexpectedly busy one, too,” she agreed.

“Can I please just take my woman upstairs and make love to her?”

“I think I would like that,” she said softly.

“Okay then.”

Hand in hand I let us into the house and led her up the stairs. When we reached the bedroom, I shut the door behind us softly. When I turned, it was to the blue light of the moon illuminating one half of my girl’s face. Man, Faith was one of the most beautiful and ethereal lookin’ women I had ever seen. Like she’d been swimmin’ in the sea, tail and all and had done that miraculous change, walkin’ up onto shore.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful to me it hurts sometimes,” I told her, and it was true.

Her expression, herbody language, softened. Tension easing from her shoulders and the tightness around her eyes and anxiety in her face melting away some. I went to her and kissed her gently, tracing light fingertips along the side of her neck.

The clothes came off slowly, hands exploring and that was fine by me. I was in no rush and neither one of us had any place to be. I moved us over to the bed and laid her down, opting to kiss every inch of her supple skin while she fisted the sheets and arched to meet my touch, jerking back and giggling when I found a ticklish spot. I liked it when she did that, her smile and laugh infectious.

I started with oral on her, having had sex a few times, this is what seemed to put her in a relaxed state enough to keep the memories at bay, holding her in the now. I wanted that for her. I wanted to keep her here, with me, until a time I could send her shooting into the stratosphere.

My efforts paid off in that department, with a lingering swipe of my tongue, Faith’s spine arched, bowing impossibly, until not even the crown of her golden hair made contact with the mattress or pillows. She was drawn tight, like the skin of a drum, and let out the most beautiful, satisfying sound as her pussy milked my fingers in an even pulsating rhythm.

I felt a savage victory over that, I’m not even going to lie.

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Faith…

I collapsed back to the bed, panting, fingers clutching the bottom sheet, tight. Marlin was laying butterfly kisses along my hip, up my flank before pausing to take one of my nipples into his mouth. I cried out again and writhed beneath him and felt him smile against my breast. He finished with his attentions there and laid his hands on my chest between them, resting his chin on them.

“You good, Baby Girl?” he asked and I nodded, unsure of my ability to speak. “You want I should keep going?” he asked softly and I could see in his eyes that he really didn’t want to stop. That he would, when I know he was so obviously aroused, likely to the point of pain, touched me. I didn’t want him to stop, though, I wanted him to climb my body the rest of the way, I wanted him to kiss me and I wanted him inside me.

I untangled my hands from the sheets and gestured for him to finish coming up here. He smiled at me, and placing his arms to either side of my body, complied, holding himself carefully off of me so as not to overwhelm me.

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