Melanie

It seems like a lifetime ago that I texted Marcus to come over, and it's only been five minutes. I wonder how long till he comes. Every second feels like an eternity as I wait anxiously, my heart pounding in my chest.

Then, finally, the doorbell rings. I jolt up from the couch and rush to open the door, my pulse racing with anticipation. There he is, standing on the other side, looking more handsome than ever. Our eyes meet for a moment that feels like eternity, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me.

Marcus's lips part slightly, and I register the movement, my desire for him flaring up like wildfire. He throws his bag to the floor, and closes the distance between us, moving slowly, deliberately, almost menacingly, as if I am his prey. I can feel the heat radiating off his body as he steps closer, his presence overwhelming.

Without hesitation, Marcus cups my cheeks in his hands and captures my lips in a searing kiss. I part my lips eagerly, inviting him in, craving the taste of him. I snake my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him pressed against me.

Marcus's hands move to my waist, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I can feel the hardness of his muscles beneath his shirt, and my whole body tingles with excitement. His hand weaves through my hair, and he kisses me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

I can't help but respond in kind, my body melting into his as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment. When we finally break the kiss, Marcus grabs me by the waist and squeezes me tight, his eyes closed as he takes a deep breath.

I can barely hold back a moan at the sensation of his body pressed against mine. I am so turned on right on, the throbbing between my legs is almost unbearable. I know he is too, though; I can feel his hard dick on my stomach, the sensation exhilarating and disarming at the same time.

We find our breath, and Marcus grabs his bag, and walks further into the house, allowing me to close the front door behind him. As I do, I can't help but feel a sense of loss at the sudden absence of his touch, longing to be close to him once more.

Marcus walks further into the house, taking off his jacket and I trail behind him, unable to tear my eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of him. His presence fills the space around us, enveloping me in a cocoon of desire and longing.

"Where should I put this?" Marcus asks, holding up his bag.

I gesture for him to follow me and lead him to the bedroom. "You can put it in my closet," I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper.

Marcus does as I say, his movements smooth and effortless. I can't help but admire the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt as he bends down to place the bag on the floor. My gaze lingers on him for a moment longer than it should, and just before he turns around, I quickly avert my eyes, focusing instead on the bed.

The bed that we will share later tonight.

The bed where I wish we could do more than just sleep. A blush creeps up my cheeks as I realize where my train of thought has taken me, and I snap my head back to Marcus, who is watching me with a devilish grin that makes my knees weak.

It seems that all of a sudden, I just can't resist him anymore. The mere thought of being close to him, of feeling his touch, sends a rush of desire coursing through me.

Marcus walks over to me, his presence looming over me, and my breathing hitches in response. He takes my hand in his, his touch sending sparks flying through me, and leads me back to the living room.

I follow him willingly, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that whatever happens next, I am powerless to resist him.

Marcus sits down on the couch, and without hesitation, he tugs my hand, pulling me to sit close to him. I snuggle up against his side, his arm wrapping around me protectively, his other hand gently stroking my arm. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

Taking a deep breath, Marcus closes his eyes, his head leaning back, a small smile playing on his lips. My heart melts at the sight of him looking so content, just holding me there in his arms. And in that moment, I feel content too, completely at ease in his embrace.

We stay like this for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms, lost in our own little world. I don't know exactly how long we sit there, but I don't really care. All that matters is the feel of his body next to mine, the comforting rhythm of his breath against my skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne that fills my senses.

I feel so relaxed, so at peace, in a way that I haven't felt since the moment Marcus left earlier. Being away from him has been painful, but now that he's here, next to me, everything feels right again.

"How was dinner with Mallory and Adam?" Marcus says softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

"It was good," I reply, a smile tugging at my lips. "I'm really happy that Mallory will spend the week here. I missed her."

Marcus smiles warmly at my response, his eyes filled with understanding and affection. After a moment, he tells me, "I'm meeting Adam for coffee tomorrow."

My heart skips a beat at his words. So, we won't spend time together tomorrow?

"Oh," I say, trying to keep my disappointment from seeping into my voice. "That sounds nice." There's a brief pause before I gather the courage to ask, "Will you come over later?"

"I want to come over, Mel, I really do," he explains, his tone tinged with regret. "But if Adam wants to grab a drink later, I can't say no. And I don't want you staying up late because of me."

I bite my lip, considering his words. "So, you won't sleep here tomorrow?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Marcus meets my gaze, his expression unreadable. "Do you want me to sleep here tomorrow?" he asks quietly.

"I do," I admit without hesitation. "Don't you?"

Marcus's lips curve into a smile, and he nods. "Of course, I do," he says earnestly. "I just didn't want to assume I would be sleeping here tomorrow."

"Great," I say, unable to contain my excitement. "So, you'll sleep here tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow too."

Marcus chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Okay," he agrees easily.

I lean in closer to him, excitement bubbling up inside me. "I'll meet Mallory on Tuesday too," I tell him, my voice filled with anticipation.

Marcus groans playfully, throwing his head back against the couch. "So, we have to wait until Wednesday to spend a whole afternoon together?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes," I confirm with a nod, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "And you'll sleep here on Wednesday too."

Marcus turns his head to look at me, a mysterious half-smile dancing on his lips. He just gazes at me, his eyes filled with something I can't quite decipher.

"Nothing," Marcus replies softly, his voice filled with warmth.

"What is it?" I press, unable to resist the urge to know what's on his mind.

"I'm just so... happy," Marcus admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was so anxious about what would happen between us, and right now, I'm just so fucking happy I get to sleep next to you."

A smile spreads across my face at his words, my heart swelling with affection for him. And without thinking, I lean in and crush my lips against his, pouring all of my emotions into the kiss. The kiss is tender and sweet, our tongues gently exploring each other's mouths. I can feel the love and affection radiating from him, and it makes my heart flutter with joy. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and it's a feeling that I never want to let go of.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his strong hands on my back, holding me tight against him. The kiss deepens as our passion grows, and I can't help but moan softly into his mouth.

His hands move down to my ass, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. I moan again, arching my back and pressing myself against him. I move on the couch, to straddle him, without breaking the kiss, and I press my body on his, wanting to feel every inch of him on me.

He responds by deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that matches my own. I can feel his hands moving up and down my back, caressing me as he explores every curve of my body. The feeling is incredible, and I can't help but moan again as he continues to explore me.

I move my hands down to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath my fingers. I run my hands over them, feeling their strength and power. He moans as I continue to explore him, and I can feel his cock growing harder against me.

He breaks the kiss, and I look up at him with a mixture of longing and anticipation. He smiles down at me, his eyes filled with lust. "Maybe we should stop," he says, his voice low and husky. I shake my head in, unable to speak as my heart pounds in my chest. "No?" Marcus says, his expression a mix of surprise and burning desire. "No" I manage to say and I crush my lips against his, as my fingers find the hem of his shirt.

We break the kiss and I pull it up and over his head, revealing his chiseled chest. I run my hands over the smooth skin, feeling the muscles beneath. He groans as I continue to explore him, and he pulls me closer to him. I move my hands down to his pants, unbuttoning them slowly.

Marcus' breathing has become rugged as he watches me. Hesitantly, he reaches for my shirt and takes it off, over my head.

I can feel his eyes on me as he takes in my body. He pulls me close again, and we kiss passionately. I take a deep breath, feeling the heat of his body against mine. His hands move down to my waist, and he begins to unbutton my pants.

I stand up, and he slides them down my legs. I step out of them, and he stands in front of me, pulling me close again. I can feel his hardness against me as we kiss. He breaks the kiss, and looks at me with a smile on his face. "You're so beautiful," he says softly.

His hands move down to my ass, and he squeezes it gently. I moan into his mouth as he lifts me with ease, pressing me close to his body.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, and crawls on top of me. I moan as he kisses my neck, his hands moving up to remove my bra and cup my breasts. He squeezes them gently, and I arch my back into him.

He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently. I moan, my hands running through his hair. He moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. I arch my back again, and he kisses down my stomach.

He looks up at me, and I nod. He smiles, and pulls my panties off. He takes a deep breath in, and I can feel his hot breath on my pussy. His tongue slides out of his mouth, and he licks from the bottom of my slit to the top.

I moan, and my eyes roll back. He starts to lick me faster, and his tongue flicks over my clit. I can feel the pressure building up inside of me, and he keeps going. He slides a finger into my pussy, and I start to grind against his face.

I can feel my orgasm building, and he keeps going. He slides another finger into my pussy, and I start to moan louder. He keeps going, and I can't take it anymore. I cum hard, and he licks up all of my juices.

"Fuck, that was amazing," I say, and he smiles. He pulls me into a kiss, and I can taste myself on his lips. It's a turn on, and I start to get wet again. I hook my fingers to the sides of his boxers and try to pull it down. Marcus stops kissing me, looks me deep in the eyes and asks me "Are you sure, baby?"

"I'm sure, Marcus" I manage to say, panting and longing for him to be inside me. "Please, baby, I want you so much."

He grins and kisses me again, and I can feel his hard cock against my stomach. He breaks the kiss again, and he looks at me with a smirk on his face. "You're so fucking hot," he says, as he slowly pulls down his boxers.

I look down and see his big, hard cock. I haven't seen it in so long, I forgot how big and majestic I is. It must be at least 9 inches long, and it's so thick! "I want you to fuck me with this," I say, grabbing his dick in my hand. "Fuck me with your big dick," I beg him.

He smiles and grabs my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he says, as he lines his cock up with my pussy. I moan as I feel him enter me slowly. He goes in a little bit at a time, until finally his entire length is inside me.

I'm so full, and he hasn't even started to fuck me yet. He grabs my legs and pulls them up over his shoulders, holding them there as he starts to thrust into me. I can feel every inch of him inside me as he goes in and out of my pussy.

I'm moaning and screaming, my body shaking as he fucks me harder and harder. He's so big, filling me up completely. I can feel his cock hitting my cervix with every thrust, making me cry out in pleasure. He grunts as he pounds into me, his muscles flexing with each movement.

I can't help but moan and beg for more, my body craving his cock. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room as he continues to fuck me with abandon. His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me onto his cock with each thrust.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his voice husky with desire. I can't help but moan in response, my body responding to his every touch and movement. His cock feels like it's hitting all the right spots inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck me harder," I beg, my voice ragged with need. He obliges, his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent. The bed creaks beneath us as he pounds into me, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The pleasure builds inside me, a burning sensation that spreads from my core to every part of my body.

I can't hold back any longer, and I cry out as my orgasm hits me, my body trembling with the intensity of it. Marcus doesn't stop, continuing to thrust into me as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

I could feel his body tense up as he reached his own climax, and I felt him release inside of me. The feeling of him cumming inside of me was intense, and it sent another wave of pleasure through my body.

He keeps thrusting until his orgasm subsides and then he collapses on top of me, his dick still buried deep inside me.

We lay there, for a few moments, panting, Marcus' heart pounding against my chest. I am so fucking happy right now; I don't even know why I haven't made it official with him yet. Suddenly, it all becomes clearer to me.

This is the man I'll end up with.