by Susan Stoker
“You. I want you,” Kenna replied without a second thought.
“Thank fuck,” Marshall breathed.
Kenna was surprised to see the relief in his eyes. How could he not know that?
“Come on. Help me scrape this crap off my face, then we’ll see about getting something to eat.”
Kenna nodded, and he gave her nape one more affectionate squeeze, then bent and picked up the bags she’d been carrying. After he’d oohed and ahhed over the things she’d bought for him, they put everything away and headed for the master bathroom.
Kenna had left some of her things in his bathroom, since she’d been going back and forth from here to her apartment. Nodding toward the counter, where she’d put her toothbrush, toothpaste, and lotion to the side of one sink, he smiled. “I love seeing your shit in here.” Then, looking around the room, he added, “I think the best way to do this is if I sit on the side of the tub. It’ll be easier for you to reach me.”
“But hair will get all over the floor,” Kenna said.
“Yeah, so?”
“So it’ll have to be swept up. Then vacuumed to make sure we got it all.”
“And?” Marshall asked. “We’ll make a mess, then we’ll clean it up. Not a big deal.”
“Okay,” Kenna agreed, liking his laid-back attitude. “But why don’t we at least put a trash can under you to catch as much as we can.”
He nodded, and Kenna grabbed the small plastic trash can from under the sink and put it on the floor between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bathtub.
Marshall then held up a pair of very sharp-looking scissors, handing them to her handle first, and said, “Madam, if you would do the honors.”
“Um, I have no idea what I’m doing,” Kenna said tentatively as she took the scissors from him.
“You can’t screw it up…well, unless you stab me with those. Just hack away at the hair. Get as close as you can to my face. The shorter it is, the easier it is to shave off the rest.”
“Okay, but if I stab you and you bleed out on the bathroom floor, don’t blame me,” she joked as she stood in front of him.
Marshall reached up and took her wrist in a loose grip. “I trust you,” he said solemnly.
Kenna swallowed hard and nodded. It wasn’t as if she was actually cutting his hair in some kind of style. She couldn’t mess this up…unless she cut his face. Mentally grimacing at that image, she took a deep breath, then got to work.
She started with the easy stuff, the hair hanging down from his chin, snipping it off and letting it fall into the bin. Carefully, she cut off more and more of his beard, until she got to a point where she had to put the scissors right next to his skin to get as much hair off as possible.
“Relax, Kenna, you’re doing fine,” Marshall told her.
She nodded, still tense.
It didn’t help when she felt his hands grip her hips. She looked down. “What?” she asked, thinking she’d done something wrong.
“Keep going,” he urged.
Kenna snipped some more hair—and luckily had paused to inspect her work when his hands snaked under her T-shirt and caressed her bare skin.
She squirmed and reminded him, “Ticklish.”
His touch immediately firmed, but she still froze as his hands roamed.
“You done?” he asked, knowing full well she wasn’t.
“No.”
“Well, don’t take all night,” he teased. “I’m thinking we have other things to do.”
And just like that, the mood in the room changed, electrified.
Kenna’s nipples hardened under her shirt, and since they were at Marshall’s eye level, he definitely noticed. His hands slipped upward, pushed under her bra, and cupped both her breasts.
Kenna closed her eyes and moaned as she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, careful not to poke him with the scissors.
“You are so damn responsive,” he muttered as he kneaded her flesh.
“It’s just you,” she said honestly. Kenna couldn’t remember reacting like this to any other man’s touch. All Marshall had to do was breathe and she was putty in his hands.
After a moment, Kenna said his name in almost a whine.
It was his turn to take a deep breath, then he stood, startling Kenna. He removed his hands and reached for the scissors. Then he pulled her over to the counter.
Kenna watched quietly as he made quick work of removing the last bits of hair he could with the scissors. Then he grabbed a can of shaving cream and slathered it on his face, his movements quick and economical. He picked up a razor and asked, “You want to do the honors again?”
Kenna’s eyes widened in horror. “No,” she said emphatically.
Marshall chuckled, then got to work shaving off the rest of the facial hair he’d grown in the last six weeks.
The thought of wielding a razor anywhere near his face made Kenna shudder, but she watched in fascination as he quickly did what he’d likely done thousands of times in his life. She snuggled up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she watched him in the mirror.
When he took a break to rinse the razor, she grinned and slid her hands under his T-shirt.
His gaze immediately met hers in the mirror. Even with his face half covered in shaving cream—which should’ve looked ridiculous—Kenna was turned on. He was a beautiful man.
Her fingers roamed upward until she reached his nipples, which she began to play with. Pinching and flicking. They immediately hardened, and Kenna couldn’t help but press closer to his back.
“You want me to finish this?” he asked.
She grinned. “Yes.”
“Then you’re going to have to move your hands.”
Move her hands? She could do that.
Slowly, she ran her palms down his flat belly and left them resting just above his waistline. He made a few more swipes with the razor before she made her next move.
Marshall wore a pair of gray sweatpants, which should be illegal. Well-endowed men wearing sweatpants were a turn-on for most straight women, but the sight of her man, in his sweatpants, made Kenna want to throw them all away so no one else could see what was hers.
The thought wasn’t even startling. Marshall was hers—just as she was his.
She quickly slipped her hands under the elastic waistband and got her first feel of his cock.
It was half erect already, but as soon as she touched him, he hardened, lengthening in her hand as she tightened her grip around him.
“Fuck,” Marshall groaned when she caressed him.
He tolerated her touch for another moment before leaning forward and aggressively shaving the rest of his beard off. He was much rougher than Kenna would’ve dreamed of being, and she’d opened her mouth to tell him to be careful just as he threw the razor into the sink. He reached over, grabbed a towel and swiped it over his face, removing the remnants of shaving cream before throwing the towel onto the counter.
He pulled Kenna’s hands out of his pants before turning. She had a split second to admire his clean-shaven face—much happier, now that he looked more like the Marshall she remembered—before his lips landed on hers.
Then all she could think of was trying to get even closer to her man.
She tilted her head and hitched a leg up as they kissed. Marshall spun them both, lifting her in the process, and Kenna found herself sitting on the counter. He didn’t stop kissing her as he shoved her legs wider and stepped between them. With a hand on her ass, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, so his cock was pressed right where she wanted it most.
Their kiss was messy and uncoordinated, and the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. His hands went to the hem of her shirt and he took his mouth off hers just long enough to say, “Arms up.”
Kenna didn’t even think about protesting. She was one hundred percent in for whatever he had planned…as long as it ended up with them both naked. Her ponytail holder came out as he whipped her shirt over her head, but Ken
na barely noticed. Her hands went to the back of his head as he leaned over to suck on the mounds of her breasts plumped over the top of her bra.
His hands were busy at her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts. He glanced up at her and ordered, “Lift your hips so I can get these off.”
“Yes,” she said, licking her lips. She knew she was wet, she could feel how damp her panties had gotten. She reached for his sweats after kicking off her shorts, but he brushed her hands away and palmed her ass once more. He didn’t hesitate to crouch and put his mouth right over her soaking-wet panties.
“Holy shit!” Kenna exclaimed as she bucked in his grip.
“I need you. Need to taste you. I was cheated out of getting to feel you come on my tongue six weeks ago, and I’m done fucking waiting,” he said, more to himself than her, before roughly pulling the gusset of her panties aside and lowered his head once more.
Kenna had been with men who’d gone down on her, but no one had shown nearly as much enthusiasm as Marshall.
It was all she could do to remain on the counter as he ate her out as if he were starving for her taste. His tongue licked the length of her slit, then he flicked her clit, making her jerk in his grip.
“Easy,” he murmured. “Reach down and hold your underwear out of my way,” he said.
“Bossy,” Kenna complained, but she didn’t hesitate to move one of her hands down between her legs. “You know this would be easier if you took my underwear off,” she informed him.
“Can’t wait,” he said, before he was once more licking and sucking at her soaking-wet folds.
Now that he had both hands free, he held her firmly against his face and drove Kenna out of her mind. He sucked, nipped, licked, and it wasn’t long until she felt herself on the verge of coming.
“I’m close!” she said, panting.
Marshall moaned and increased his ministrations between her legs. As if he knew exactly what she needed to get off, he closed his lips around her clit, used his tongue as a vibrator, and sucked at the same time.
Kenna began to shake and before she knew it, flew right over the edge. Marshall didn’t stop stimulating her clit. He actually sucked harder, making her orgasm go on and on. It wasn’t until she pulled on his hair and said, “Enough, please! Shit, Marshall,” that he licked her one last time and looked up at her.
He had a very satisfied expression on his face, but Kenna couldn’t find it in her to tease him about it. Then he shocked her by leaning down again and gently licking her folds, collecting her juices with his tongue.
“If I’d have known what I’d missed out on by just an hour or so, I might not’ve survived that deployment,” Marshall mumbled.
That was…
Kenna didn’t know what that was.
Without warning, Marshall stood and lifted her off the counter with his hands on her ass. Kenna shrieked and grabbed at him, holding on as he walked them into his bedroom. He dropped her on the bed without finesse. But Kenna wasn’t offended. She was too busy watching avidly as he stripped off his T-shirt, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought.
“Panties and bra off,” he said, reaching for his sweatpants.
Kenna didn’t take her eyes off the bulge between his legs as she lifted her hips and removed her underwear, then arched her back and unhooked her bra, throwing it to the side.
Her eyes widened when his cock bobbed free of his underwear as Marshall shoved them down his legs, along with his sweats. He was huge. And thick. And her mouth began to water.
She needed him inside her. Now.
He was obviously on the same page, since he reached over and opened a drawer next to the bed. She already knew there was a new box of condoms in there, because she’d seen them one night. He ripped open the box and was soon smoothing a condom down his magnificent cock.
She wanted to touch it. Touch him. But she was much too eager to feel him between her legs at the moment to try. She’d have time to explore later. Much later.
One of his knees hit the mattress, and Kenna grinned.
“You ready for this?” he asked, holding the base of his cock and caressing his balls at the same time.
“Yes,” she rasped. And she was. She’d dreamed about this for weeks. About being with him.
Marshall reached out and grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her toward him.
Kenna laughed as she fell onto her back, but her humor faded as Marshall shoved her legs apart with his knees while inching forward. She thought he was going to take her quickly, right then and there, but he surprised her by leaning forward and putting his hands on either side of her shoulders. He stared down at her, and she could feel his cock throbbing against her belly.
“You’re mine,” he almost growled. His voice was deeper than normal, and Kenna shivered at the lusty sound.
“And you’re mine,” she answered.
He smiled then, and Kenna almost melted. Damn, he was so freaking good-looking.
“I’m going to fuck you. It’s gonna be hard and fast. You good with that?”
“Oh yeah,” she breathed.
“Then, after you come on my cock, I’m gonna make long, slow love to you until you come again.”
“That doesn’t sound like much fun for you,” Kenna quipped. “When do you get to orgasm?”
“Oh, I’m gonna come, babe,” he said with a smirk. “After you. I want to watch you, feel your muscles ripple along my dick, know that I’m the man who’s inside you, the one who gets to see those fabulous tits shake as I take you, the one who’s making you cream all over his cock.”
Kenna chuckled and rolled her eyes. “So far you’re all talk and no action,” she complained, squirming against him, wanting to feel him inside her.
He moved then, straightening on his knees and pulling her closer. He reached down and used his thumb to rub her clit, and Kenna jerked.
“You ready to take me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I don’t think so, not yet. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His words seemed more for himself than for her, and Kenna had a feeling this man was about to change her life forever. She wouldn’t be the same after tonight. She knew it.
With more restraint than she thought he had, with way more than she had, he played with her clit, ramping her arousal back up. He used the head of his cock to rub her wetness around her pussy lips, and when he was finally satisfied that she was slick enough to take him without pain, he eased himself inside her body.
Once he’d entered her, he didn’t stop until he was all the way in. He didn’t give her time to adjust to his size, simply pushed slow and steady until she could feel his balls against her ass.
Kenna moaned and widened her legs, trying to get closer. She was wet enough that he hadn’t hurt her at all. She felt full, very full, but there was no pain. “Ummmm,” she said.
“Good?” he asked.
“Very,” she reassured him.
That was all he needed. Marshall pulled back, then slammed inside her, forcing a grunt from Kenna’s mouth.
He did it again. And again. He fucked her hard and fast, just as he’d promised. Kenna had no idea what other women liked when their men were inside them, but she loved being taken like this. She didn’t have to think about what she needed to do to achieve orgasm. All she had to do was take what Marshall gave her.
And he was giving her all he had. Every time he slammed home, a jolt of ecstasy went through her entire body. It wasn’t easy for her to come without stimulation to her clit, but because of all the foreplay before he’d entered her, she was on the verge of coming once more.
The orgasm itself snuck up on her. One minute she was enjoying the feel of Marshall inside her, loving the look of concentration and intensity on his face, and the next she was coming. Her legs shook and her belly tightened.
Kenna arched as Marshall continued to fuck her through the tremors that shook her body.
“So damn beautiful,” Marshall gasped.
When she’d stopped shaking, he pushed all the way inside her and reached down between them once more.
“Marshall, no,” Kenna panted.
“No?” he asked, stilling above her.
Shit. Kenna remembered that he’d told her once if she ever said that word, everything would stop. She didn’t want to stop what they were doing, but she was extremely sensitive right now. “I need a small break,” she told him. “But feel free to keep going,” she said with a smile, running her hands up and down his thighs.
He grinned. “All right. But I’m only human. And I’ve been dreaming about this for six weeks. There’s only so long I can fuck you before I’ll come.”
“So come then,” she said reasonably.
Kenna almost laughed at the pout that crossed her man’s face. “But I wanted to feel you come against my cock again. I missed it the first time because I was too busy fucking you.”
She did laugh at that. “Right, sorry.” She loved that they were teasing each other. Loved that sex with Marshall was fun. Yes, it was intense, and she was almost overwhelmed by how good he felt inside her, but laughing brought a whole new dimension to sex that was rare, in her experience. “Just go easy. I haven’t had this many orgasms so close together…ever.”
“Ever?” he asked.
“Shit, I’ve created a monster, haven’t I?” she quipped.
“Fuck yeah, you have. One that’s addicted to his woman’s pussy,” Marshall said crudely.
“Make love to me,” she whispered. “But go easy on my poor clit,” she added.
Marshall nodded and slowly pulled out of her body, then pushed back in. It felt…nice Almost soothing. Not overwhelming like when he was fucking her hard. One of his hands went to her chest as he lazily pumped in and out of her, and he squeezed her nipple.
Arching her back, Kenna groaned and felt her Kegel muscles tighten around Marshall’s cock.
“You like that,” he said. He wasn’t asking. It was pretty damn obvious when she’d nearly strangled his dick.
The next few minutes were spent with Marshall playing with her nipples as he learned where and how she liked to be touched. It wasn’t long before Kenna was ready to come again.