“Oh my god, what are you doing?” I asked, my thighs slamming shut.
He merely parted my knees with firm hands.
“You’ve taken a lot of me, sweetheart, and my job includes after care. I want to make sure that you’re comfortable and not too sore. I did savage you like an animal, after all.”
I giggled because he was rather gentle that first time. It was only afterwards that I learned what “savaging” would be like, and I sigh happily at the memory. Taking me in my back end was a shock, but I’ve learned to like it, and now my bottom’s well and truly stretched out from his “savagery.”
Plus, Marcus still flies a lot, but he always makes time for me when he’s home. Fortunately, Faith is at the diner a lot these days, so there are plenty of nights when we’re able to have private time together at his house. Usually, we cook a meal and then enjoy a few hours of satisfying, deep, penetrative love. It’s amazing and beautiful.
Not only that, but it shows. Yesterday at work, Lizzy told me I was positively glowing, and I nodded happily although I didn’t tell her why. After all, Marcus has been in town for a whole week, so I’ve been in an amazing mood. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a spring to my step, and a general feeling of joy. My boyfriend does that to me, and he makes me happy, full stop.
Tonight, I’m at his house again, and we’ve just finished dinner before settling on the couch for a movie. I giggle a bit while looking at my man as he grabs the popcorn and takes his place next to me.
“We shouldn’t have last night,” I reprimand him coyly.
He pretends a shocked look.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh you know!” I giggle again. “Your daughter was just down the hall, but you kept doing that!” I say. After all, Faith and I had a girls’ night last night, and after my friend fell asleep, I crept into the master bedroom for hours of lovemaking with my man. We tried to be quiet but after he started licking my brown buttonhole, I lost it. I screamed so loud that the rafters shook, and I’m surprised the dead didn’t stir in their graves.
“Well, you did have your face buried in the pillows,” my boyfriend chuckles while swatting my bottom.
“The first time I did, but then after you put your tongue inside …”
He chuckles.
“Yeah, you did scream like a banshee then,” he acknowledges.
“Oh you!” I squeal, swatting him on the arm. “You’re so bad!”
Marcus merely growls with a smile and pulls me close. Ah, this is the life! I cuddle in next to his huge form, but then pull back for a moment.
“When are you flying out again?” I ask in a light tone.
One of his black brow raises.
“Not for another week. Why?”
I smile. “Well, I’m doing really well at Crème. I sold more lipsticks than the other two salesgirls combined last month, and so they want to send me to a make-up conference in Minneapolis. Would you… well, would you want to come with me?”
The handsome pilot grins at me.
“Me, make-up?”
“Oh you know!” I say with a smile, although my heart’s beating hard in my chest. “It could be fun! You wouldn’t have to attend the conference itself. You could entertain yourself during the day, and then we’d meet up at night for dinner.”
I hold my breath. This would be our first trip together as a couple, and even more, our first opportunity to be together in the outside world. We’ve been secretive about our relationship so far out of deference to his daughter, but I want to be seen with Marcus. I want to hold hands with him in public, and I want the world to know that this handsome man is with me. But will he say yes?
Fortunately, Marcus leans in and presses a kiss to my brow.
“I’d love to, honey,” he growls. “Although don’t expect me to learn anything about make-up. Or skin care. Or hair.”
I giggle, my pulse racing.
“You won’t need to, don’t worry! You’re just my plus one.”
With that, we smile and laugh, although my heart’s practically beating out of my chest. Is Marcus Randall really my plus one? It sounds right, and as we settle in to watch the movie, I take his big hand and clasp it in my small one. Our fingers intertwine, and I sigh with pleasure. I could spend the rest of my life with this gorgeous man, but first things first: an out of town trip will be the next step in terms of exploring the depths of our love.
“You alright? You seem lost in thought,” my man remarks as he steers the car with ease. We’re on our way to the beauty conference, and I’m enjoying the scenery while looking out the window.