69GASP! Two updates in one day! It's un-thinkable! Lol, actually, i finished this chapter a few minutes i posted the first one and i wanted to start the third. I won't be doing this everytime, i'm waay to lazy for that. But yeah, here's the second chapter where the acctual smex takes place. Kinda long (okay, not kinda, it is long) but hey, i had to get them back in the mood! Lol! Enjoy!
Btw, Marcus is one of the middle children. He has 9 sibblings. I'm not going to name them now but i will later.
CHAPTER TWO:
ANATOMY FINAL
Clancy's talking too had taken much less time than Melissa had originally thought. Most likely because she was there reminding them that curfew was soon and they had to get back to their respective dorms. His on the other side of the school and hers twice as far. She had no real intention of going back to Girl's Wing but it made for a good excuse for leaving. Thank goodness the two rooms were in the same direction
As she walked into Marcus' dorm room she heard the shower going. 'Perfect' she thought with and evil grin. Now just had to decide what to do, there was option a, strip to her birthday suite and wait for him to come out in a towel, or B, get in the shower with him. She liked option B better and went with it. She first made sure to lock the door and close the blinds before undressing in the middle of his room. She tip-toed over to the bathroom door and pressed her ear to it. She smiled at the groan she heard, 'might start it up again huh?' she thought. She opened the door to the steam filled room and shut it as quietly as possible. She saw his shadow in the frosted glass door and just stared for a second.
His back was too the shower head and it pounded on his upper back. Imagining Melissa masturbate him did nothing compared to the real thing, he knew from experience what it did, but it still did something. His hand was pumping up and down in a memorized fashion now and he had to lean his head up against the tiled wall of the shower. He never heard the shower door closest to the water open but did feel the smaller hand on his side; turning him around, pressing his back to the wall, and stilling the movement of his fist. When his eyes fluttered open they saw Melissa, nearly drowning from the water hitting her head, staring down at his hand and dick. She smiled and pulled his hand away ready to do it herself. It always amazed her how big he was, how the two of them fit shocked her every time. He groaned loudly as soon as her fingers brushed his head. She called it being curious, he called it torture. His body was beautiful though, water dripping from it and muscles clenching were she ran her free hand rubbed. His chest was heaving already and she left his cock to run her hands over it.
"D-don't," He struggled to get air into lungs and speak, "don't stop Melissa. Don- ah!" He felt relived again as her hand stroked him again.
She was still fascinated by his chest. She ran her free hand over the vast expanse of it, rubbing up against one of his nipples, making him gasp and hiss in pleasure. His hands shot from their place at his side and grabbed her waist pressing his dripping erection against her stomach. His hips started desperate thrusts into her hand and she let him. He was close, so close, and she knew it. She wrapped two hands around him and started to pump harder, trying to keep time with his thrusts. She could feel herself getting wet and she licked her suddenly dry lips.
Marcus nearly came right then and there. He knew what she was planning next as soon as she licked those pouty lips. She pressed a sweet kiss over his heart before moving lower, where his ribs connected together. She went down on her knees a little less gracefully than she would have liked but knew that he didn't care. All he could really register at this point was how close she was to his throbbing manhood and how he was ready to pop. Something in the back of his mind was telling him to make her stop, to not make the night end here, that something better than a blow job was coming, and it was definitely worth the wait.
He never knew how but he forced it out right before she went to lick, "Stop. D-don't. P-lease don't," she miss understood and took his head in her mouth, "Babe here not end let's." See why she got confused? He always got his words mixed up when he was nervous, he knew he did it and hated it, but to her it was cute. It took her awhile to learn what he was saying but she pretty much figured it out what he meant to say: Babe, let's not end here, or let's not end here Babe. All in all she got the message.
She took him out, getting back on her feet. As soon as she was up he grabbed her shoulders and kissed her roughly, like he always did when he was satisfied, although he didn't get release. They broke apart the kiss and he reached behind her, shutting off the now cold water. She shivered and leaned closer to him for body heat. He hugged her to him and kissed the top of her head chuckling. She became cold so easily, it was actually how they first came to like each other.
She was at a swimming party with her friends. The night was fairly cold but not freezing and she said. That was what made her walk over to the hot tub. The first thing Marcus noticed about her was how her hair was still dry. That quickly changed when she slipped on the hot tub step and went under, acting on instinct he pulled her up and held her to him, asking if she was Okay. She gasped out yes then realized their position she said, "Um, you can let go of me now." At first he didn't hear her but quickly let go as her friends came running over.
He chuckled at the memory of how clumsy she was. "What are you laughing at?" She asked, curious.
Smiling he ignored her question; scooping her up, bridal style, and stepped out of the shower. Still holding her, he grabbed two towels, and handed them to her. He smiled again and kissed her forehead. He loved the way she looked after stepping out of the shower, hair dripping in her face, long eyelashes clumped together, she pretty much looked like a soaked kitten, and she shivered like one too. They walked out of the bathroom and he set her down, but still held her to him. Wrapping the large, fluffy, towels around themselves, they fell down on the bed. She laughed and kissed him. Deepening the kiss he rolled on top of her, taking control again.
He kissed her and groped everywhere, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. She moaned when he touched her breast, this was one of the rare times she liked it. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but sometimes she didn't like her breasts being fondled, it just wouldn't turn her on. Marcus wasn't a fan of that, he loved touching skin that no one else could. He was glad he listened to himself in the shower and waited. He left her mouth, trailing sloppy kisses down her throat and chest before he reached his prize. Her perfect pink nipple. He placed a kiss on it and she took in a shaky breath. Taking
the whole thing in his mouth he suckled like a baby, rubbing its twin with his thumb. Moaning his name Melissa arched into him, as if they could be closer.
She giggled suddenly, "I swear, this is the reason you needed to be breast fed. As soon as you see boobies you start sucking on them like milk is going to come out!" She full on laughed, until she saw his face, "I completely just ruined the mood didn't I? Hahaahhh..." Her laughter turned into moaning, Marcus was continuing his work, ignoring her random outburst. It wasn't odd, for her, to randomly say things at the wrong moment.
To stop her giggles, he left her peak to lick from where her ribs connected to her collar bone, up her neck, and kiss her with an immense amount of passion. The trick worked and she moaned in his mouth, unable to hold it in. She shivered again and clutched him closer in search for more body heat. The contact of his sensitive head to her skin made him groan. His desire from earlier came back. The touch was feather light as his fingers fallowed the curve of her side, over her hip, and into her womanhood. Her breathe came in short gasps, hips moving forward involuntarily to meet his fingers.
The tension again started somewhere in her stomach, building with each thrust of his fingers. He was so good at this! His fingers knew exactly what buttons to push and it what order, to make her break. "Oh god! Faster!" She moaned. She would never get used to the attention he gave her. How much attention he gave to her little details, little secrets that had made her pop in a few short moves. He never used those ever again, that time had been so fast it left him with a raging hard on during all night. He loved taking it slow, like now, almost. She was begging and he was ready to give in.
Drawing out his fingers out he settled between her legs. "Ready baby?" He asked in a lust lined husky voice.
The reply was a breathless moans, he took it as a yes, and moved forward. Teasing her clit with his head, he had found it during the menstruations of his fingers, they both groaned at the pleasurable feeling. She shifted, pulling the towels away so she could lie on the covers, unconsciously grinding into him and making his breath hitch. Pinning her hips he slowly pushed in.
The first thrust caught her off guard and she nearly screamed. She had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from the erotic sounds from escaping to loudly. He dragged her hand away from her mouth and replaced the cover with his mouth. His tongue moving in and out in time with his thrusts. It affectively muffled the sounds of their moans. Her nail started digging sharply into his back, it hurt a little, but he paid no mind, it only added to the sensation. Soon he couldn't concentrate on kissing her anymore and just focused on the motion of hips.
"Damn babe, how the hell do you stay so tight?" He drawled out. His breathe was starting to become ragged.
She couldn't answer. It was hard enough to remember to keep air going through her lungs, let alone talk. Bringing her hips up to meet his thrust, she signaled that she wanted it harder and faster. He gave her everything she wanted and more. The coil was winding even tighter in her stomach, and
Marcus knew she wouldn't hold out for must longer. He was barely hanging on himself, but he needed her to get her pleasure first, or else he would feel terrible.
It was hard to hang on; their whole bodies were moving against each other in a steady rhythm. For some reason Melissa couldn't place, something was very different. The feeling of him moving in and out was, heightened? She was too in heaven to really care. She could feel her walls tightening, getting ready for her to explode. Before she knew what was happening it was over for both of them.
Marcus laid there heaving with a huge satisfied smile plastered on his face. He laughed and kissed her temple, "I love you baby." He whispered.
She yawned, "I love you too….what time is it?" she was obliviously exhausted.
He looked at the bright LED clock next to his bed, "Umm…2:20."
"Damn…it's late…night baby." She yawned one more time before closing her eyes and drifting back to sleep.
"Good-night Love." He said before rolling behind her and falling asleep as well.
Oh, this story isn't just mind-less sex, it has a plot, you'll figure it out as i go. These are accutally important chapters...kinda mainly i was just bored...but ANYWAY! there was something i didn't mention happening, i bet most of you won't figure it out. THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING BTW! Jk..no, seriously, review!