Page 87 of Before You
“Nope, get up. You have a game in a few days, and I will not let this be the reason your knee is so sore you can’t play,” Marley says, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Sweetheart, I’m fine. I’d crawl from the other side of the room to you if it would convince you I’m fine. I’m only trying to be careful,” I say, resting my hands on her thighs, pressing my lips to the inside of her thigh.
“Are you sure?” she asks, but her legs fall further apart. This time, I drag my tongue up the inside of her thigh, getting closer to where I desperately want to put my mouth as her breathing hitches. “Fine, pillow it is,” Marley mumbles, and I lift my head as she reaches to hand one to me. It feels a million times better already.
“Thank you,” I say, glancing up at my beautiful girl.
I might not be skilled, but I’m sure as shit not going to rush this. If Marley’s not dripping and begging for me to touch her by the time my mouth touches her underwear, I’ll have failed at my job.
I take my time kissing my way up her thigh, alternating between nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin until I reach her upper thigh. I can smell her arousal, and just before my nose brushes against the material of her underwear, Marley shifts closer, my name falling from her lips. “JJ, please,” Marley whimpers, her hand finally resting on the back of my head.
I press a kiss to the damp material, pushing the fabric to the side to graze my fingertip over her core, immediately feeling how wet she is. “God, you’re soaked,” I say, lifting my head as I find her clit, circling over it as her thighs quiver from the effort to hold them open.
“Yes,” she gasps, looking prettier than ever as she plays with her nipple.“More, please,”she begs, and this time, I watch her face as I push my finger into her, pumping slowly as Marley bites her lower lip, her eyes shut in ecstasy. She’s beautiful, and she’s mine.
“Show me how you like to be touched,” I say, barely recognizing my own voice, too focused on watching Marley.
Her eyes blink open slowly when I pull my hand away to squeeze my aching cock again. “You’re doing fine,” Marley says, and I loathe the word fine.I can do better than fine.
I hook my fingers around the waistband to drag it down her golden skin, baring Marley completely to me. “Show me,” I repeat as it takes everything in me not to lean forward to see what sounds I can coax from her.
I groan, watching as she dips two fingers into herself, and despite wanting to watch, I can’t help myself from joining her, pressing my thumb to her clit again. Marley gasps again, her hand still on my head, dragging through my hair when I circle the sensitive nub, committing the sight of her fingers coated in her arousal to memory, and I’mdone. I wrap my hand around her wrist, pulling her fingers from her as they shine to wrap my lips around them, tasting Marley for the first time. I look up at Marley as her eyes stare at me widely, watching me suck her fingers clean.
“JJ, holy shit,” she swears, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“So pretty and pink,” I say, leaning in with every intent to devour Marley until she comes on my tongue. I lap at her pussy, pinning one of her thighs down to hold them open after they start to close when my thumb resumes the slow circles around her clit.
“Oh fuck,”Marley says, grinding against my tongue while she holds my head in place, the sound of her moans music to myears. I swirl my thumb faster and she gasps, trying to pull away as I hold her close. “Too much,” she cries out, causing me to freeze as she sighs, her body relaxing under my touch. “Don’t stop, just . . . slower,” Marley instructs, her fingers combing through my hair, tugging on the strands causing a rumble of approval to rise from me.“Good boy, perfect,”she praises, sighing as my cock throbs.
Gripping her thighs, I hook her legs over my shoulders, taking a gamble by moving my mouth higher up to suck her clit between my lips. I slowly flick my tongue over it as her thighs start to shake, but she’s not trying to shift away so I’ll take it as a sign to keep going. “Fingers,” she begs, and I’m quick to push two fingers into her core, feeling her clench around them as my brain imagines what it will feel like to thrust into Marley.
Remembering she asked me to use teeth on her nipple, I scrape my teeth over the hard nub at the same time I curl my fingers inside her. Marley’s thighs snap shut around my head, squeezing tightly as her legs shake, arching against my mouth as she cries out my name.
My cock throbs painfully, begging to be touched as her body relaxes, giving me the chance to fill my lungs with air again. I grip myself, my fingers still slick from being inside Marley, trying to hold off on coming. “Fucking incredible,” I breathe out, as her eyes blink open to meet mine, hazy with lust. She slides off the bed, landing on the ground next to me, and her hand wraps around mine.
“Let me help,” she says, jerking our hands together. Marley pulls my head to hers, locking our lips in a messy kiss, capturing my moan as I come again.
I lie back on the floor, pulling Marley with me, unable to find the energy to move up on the bed as the room is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing. “One hell of a study break,” she says, her hand resting on my chest.
“I’ll say,” I agree, laughing as I wrap my arm around her stomach.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” she asks, and I shake my head.
“Nope, but I’ve figured out you pull my hair when you like what I’m doing,” I say, inhaling a ragged breath as she laughs. “Give me a minute and I’ll grab a towel to help clean you up,” I say, turning my head to press a chaste kiss to the side of Marley’s.
“You’re the best,” she mumbles, yawning, and I’m too tired to argue with her.
It dawns on me later after she curls around me that for the first time in a really long time, I didn’t even think about taking a pill.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Marley
“I SWEAR, THIS boutique has the cutest clothes,” Charlie says, the added skip in her step causing her strawberry blonde hair to swing behind her. It doesn’t feel like November, despite the days getting shorter.
“If you want clothes, you could always go shopping in Bria’s closet. She doesn’t wear anything other than athletic clothes, but she has all these samples from brands trying to convince her to model for them,” I say, and her head whips around.
“Are you serious?”
