AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I don't feel better at all.
In fact, I'm starting to get scared that I may have just fucked up one of the best things I've got in my life.
Oh, fuck. If I lose him because of this, if he decides he wants nothing more to do with me and our friendship is ov—"Oomph."
Marsh's body crashes into mine. We fall back onto the sofa. I'm pinned underneath his large frame. He cradles my face with his big hands, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes me think things are about to go in a very interesting direction.
"Can I kiss you?"
His breath smells like tequila, and he's probably a little tipsy, but he's got enough wits about him to ask for consent, so yeah. "Fuck yeah."
I don't quite know where this is heading, but I. Am. In.
He lowers his head until our lips touch. I close my eyes as his tongue traces the seam of my mouth. My lips part, and his tongue, shy at first, slowly begins to swirl in my mouth.
I run my fingers through his hair as the weight ofhisrevelation hits me. I could see he was worried about telling me, but he had to know I'd never judge him, no matter what he told me.
And, if anything, what he said works for me.
Itreallyworks for me.
The kiss deepens but remains delicate, our movements slow and purposeful. With one hand remaining on my face, he slides his other hand down my neck, my chest, my stomach, then slides his fingers underneath my shirt.
His fingertips glide against my skin. Sparks of pleasure ignite in my chest. My cock is so hard it could slice through steel. We continue kissing as his hand caresses my body underneath my shirt.
"I want you to fuck me," he murmurs into my mouth.
I pull away, angling my head so I can see his eyes. "What did you say?"
He licks his lips. "Think you heard me."
"Are you sure?"
I am not one to cockblock myself, but this isn't some random guy or some casual hookup.
This is Marsh.
The man knows I love him. He's shared something intimate with me that no one else knows. Those two things alone make this special. More special than anything I've ever done in my life.
"I'm positive." He kisses me again, and this time, there's a needy edge to it. His teeth graze over my lower lip. "I've never wanted anything more."
"So…no more talking?"
"That can wait 'til tomorrow. Not tonight."
He swoops in for another kiss, but I stick my finger out, pressing it against his lips. I stare into his dark eyes. "Promise me we're not about to mess anything up."
His eyes narrow in seriousness. "I swear on my life."
"All right." I remove my finger. "Looks like we're doing this."
8
Marsh
I can still taste Tal's finger on my lips as he smooths his hands up and down my chest. Then, he lowers his hands, gets a good grip on my hips, and flips us both over so that he's on top of me.
Impressive.
