Page 86 of Before You
Flicking my tongue once more, I can’t help myself from jerking my hand down my length again, before taking her nipple between my teeth carefully, smiling as she grabs my hair again. I switch, having tried to keep track of what she liked, focused entirely on making her feel good as her hips shift again, seeking more. With my hand paying special attention to her other nipple, I roll the peak between my fingers, my mind exploding as her hand closes over mine, pinching my fingers tighter as her back arches.
Before I can even try to stop it, I come hard enough for stars to fill my vision, spilling in my hand as I shudder, groaning against Marley’s sweet skin. “Fuck,” I mumble, my face heating with embarrassment as I pull away. “Sorry,” I apologize, pulling my hand out of my pants.I guess it’s a good thing I started keeping spare clothes here.
“What are you apologizing for?” she asks, out of breath as she sits up, her swollen nipples on full display as I grab a tissue to wipe my hand off.
“I didn’t want to come before you.”
“JJ, I don’t care if you came first. I care about you enjoying yourself,” she says, reaching for my arm, and I take a seat next to Marley on the bed, trying to hear her words instead of believing the anxieties in my head I didn’t even know existed before now. “Were you enjoying yourself?”
“I think touching you might be my new favorite thing,” I admit, meeting her gaze. “I was trying to pay attention to what you liked, and I got lost in the moment.”
“I did too,” Marley says, and her gaze drops to the stain on the front of my dark grey sweats. “I know you don’t think so, but I really liked watching you come.”
“Yeah?”
Marley chews on her lower lip as she nods, her eyes slow to meet mine again. “I didn’t think I’d like telling you what to do as much as I did. I’ve never felt comfortable enough to ask for what I wanted before.”
I’ll be damned.
It really is this simple.
“I liked you telling me what to do,” I admit, feeling far less self-conscious than I did a few minutes ago. “Do you want to stop or keep going?”
Marley stands, moving in front of me, her ocean stare locked on mine as she pushes her shorts down, leaving her in only her underwear before lowering to her knees. “Take off your pants,amore mio,” she says, and my eyebrows raise in surprise.
“But—”
“I still haven’t gotten to touch you, so you don’t get to touch me again until I touch you.”
I lift my hips, sliding them down to my thighs, and Marley helps pull them the rest of the way off, tossing them to the side as my cock is already hardening again. Marley’s mouth parts as she looks at me, and I feel my cheeks flush under her stare.
She wraps her hand around the base of my cock, and I’ve changed my mind.Marley touching me is my new favorite thing.“Holy shit, you’re not even fully hard yet,” she says, and my hands grip her comforter tightly. “JJ, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you’rehuge. I mean, I assumed you would be given how tall and muscular you are, but . . .” Marley trails off, sliding her hand down the length to brush her thumb over the tip, causing my hips to jump from sensitivity.
“Sweetheart,” I say, my voice strained, trying to keep still and she beams up at me.
“Am I the first person to touch you?”
I nod, swallowing as I try to keep my thoughts straight. “Besides myself? Yeah.”This is infinitely better already.
The only warning I have is the slight smile before Marley gives me a taste of my own medicine, flicking her tongue over the tip, much like I did to start with her nipples. A strangled moan fills the room and Marley watches me through her dark lashes as she drags her tongue along the underside, her hand holding the base.
“Fuck,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Not today. Good things come to those who wait,” Marley teases, taking the head between her lips to swirl her tongue at the same time as my hips lift. Her other hand grabs my thigh as she lowers her head taking me further into her mouth.I’m really starting to hate how she uses my words against me.
The filthy words running through my mind are stolen by the heaven of Marley’s mouth. She looks so fucking pretty with her lips wrapped around me.
“Marley,” I choke out her name as she hollows out her cheeks, and I fight to keep my eyes from shutting in pleasure, not wanting to look away for a second. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come again.
She pulls away, her hand still stroking me and I’m trying really hard to keep my thoughts straight. “Are you okay?” she asks, resulting in an incredulous laugh to escape me.
I release my grip on the comforter, my fingers stiff as I reach for her wrist, pulling Marley up to me. “Am I okay? I’m fuckingperfect, sweetheart. I also feel like an ass because you haven’t come, so let me get on my knees and worship your body the way you deserve,” I say, daring her to argue with me.
“If you insist,” Marley says, mirroring my position on the bed as I drop to a kneeling position in front of her. I pull her to the edge of the bed, opening her legs around me as I see the damp spot on her underwear. My mouth waters at the idea of tasting her, eager to find every way to make her pull at my hair.
My knee protests before I can do anything, reminding me of its presence.
“Can you hand me one of those pillows?” I ask, and Marley freezes, her eyes widening.
