Page 55 of Fumble Into the End Zone
Marcus spared no time, snuggling beside me and placing his arm around my waist. The curve of his masculine core and soft hands had me aroused. I wanted sex, but I didn’t know how to approach the subject. Smashing my ass against his dick, he hardened.
“We need to break this bed in,” he whispered in my ear as he caressed my nipple.
I rolled over and paused his motion. “Marcus, we need to discuss sex,” I said as I pulled his face forward and caressed his beard.
Our tongues danced inside each other’s mouths as his hands roamed. “Yes, baby, tell me what you need,” he said, and I pushed him backward.
“In my last relationship, my ex suppressed me sexually. I desire different things,” I said.
Marcus licked his lips, waiting for me to finish.
“I like toys, role play, light restraints, and videos. I want to praise you and be nasty. Can we explore those few things?”
“Hell yea, I’m always down with you expressing yourself. Teach me and I’ll get on board. Do I go into character?” he asked.
“I’ll leave it up to you but it heightens the sex in my opinion. One more thing, I prefer a healthy amount of sex. Tell me when it’s too much,” I said.
Marcus’s smile grew. “I’m never turning down sex. Wake me the fuck up,” he said, and I giggled.
“And birth control,” I said.
Marcus rolled over and secured his phone. He opened an app with his face and handed it over to me. It was his League medical records, showing no diseases.
“This doesn’t answer the birth control issue,” I said as I passed him back his phone.
“It does for me,” he said as he hovered over me.
“Oh no. We are not raw dogging,” I said.
He shrugged. “I used my last condom the last time we had sex.”
“Most boxes have three,” I said.
“And we had sex three times. Twice in one night the first time you allowed me the pleasure of sliding in between them thighs,” he reminded.
Marcus danced his brows at me, thinking he won the argument.
“Buy more,” I suggested.
He shook his head no. “I’m not wearing a condom with my woman. Shit ain’t right. Plus, I’m trying to trap you. Can’t work with a condom,” he said.
I giggled, thinking he was joking until I noticed he wasn’t laughing. “You are serious as hell,” I said.
“Yep, this dick comes in raw,” he said, and my mouth parted.
I blinked twice as I processed his words. “Wait, who said I was your woman?” I asked.
A soft kiss landed on my neck and worked its way upward. Fireworks erupted each time his lips touched my skin. The wetness of his mouth brought me warmth.
He worked his way up to my ear. “You are mine. Don’t sign another man up to get his ass beat and his heart broken.”
I found his eyes and chuckled.
“We are not raw dogging, Marcus. But my yearly checkup was good. I haven’t been sexually active in two years,” I said.
“I’ll wait you out,” he said and pulled me into him to snuggle.
Mia, go to sleep.I counted to one hundred twice, and it hadn’t suppressed the fire between my thighs. The heat from Marcus’s breath and the print of his dick aroused me. Would he deny me sex at 2:00 in the morning? No. Would he put on a condom? No. I bit down on my bottom lip as he unconsciously guided his hand up and down my stomach.
