“Marley, please,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“Please, what?”
“Please… fuck me.”
Her smirk curved slowly and satisfied as she pressed forward. The stretch made me gasp in pain, my nails digging into her shoulders. She moved carefully, watching my face, pushing inch by inch until I felt impossibly full.
“Oh,” I whimpered.
“Breathe. I’ve got you, princess,” she whispered against my lips.
I took a deep breath and relaxed my muscles.
“Good. That’s it, you’re doing so well.” She praised me.
The sting melted into heat, sharp and dizzying, and when she drew back and thrust again, my cry was pure pleasure. She built a rhythm, slow at first, then harder, deeper, her hips grinding into mine until the sound of us filled the room.
Every thrust made me clutch tighter, my body straining for more even as I thought I couldn’t handle it. Butterflies rioted in my stomach, tangled with raw need, until I was lost.
“Oh god,” I whimpered as she continued thrusting slowly, then faster, driving deeper with every stroke.
“Your god can’t help you, princess,” she half-moaned, half-whispered against my ear. “You fucking belong to me.”
My heart thundered at her words and I tried, I really tried to stay calm, but it ended with a deep moan tearing out of my throat.
“You feel this?” She pressed deeper, her mouth soft against my ears even as she wrecked me. “You’re so good for me, so perfect. And you’re mine, you hear me? All of this is mine.“
Her words pushed me over the edge. I shattered, clenching around her, crying out her name as my orgasm hit, harder and longer than before. She held me through it, fucking me steady, forcing me to feel every wave until I collapsed, boneless, against the sheets.
When she finally slowed, it was because she was shaking too, a low broken sound leaving her throat as she buried herself deep and held there.
Then she kissed me tenderly, brushing damp hair from my forehead.
“Every inch of you belongs to me now.” And trembling beneath her, I knew it was true.
* Come here, beautiful.
XIII
“my lover is a woman / and when i hold her / feel her warmth / i feel good / feel safe.”
— Pat Parker
Chapter Fourteen
Marley
“How did you lose your virginity?” Kelechi’s voice broke through my thoughts. Now, if there was anything I expected to hear after a night filled with intense lovemaking, this wasn’t it.
“Why do you ask?” I asked, watching her carefully.
“I don’t know,” she murmured. “I just… want to know everything you’re willing to share about yourself with me.”
We were lying in bed with just the bedcovers barely covering our asses, both facing each other. She was lying on her side facing me, while I was lying on my stomach close enough to feel her warm breath against my chest.
I reached out and traced her lips with my thumb, slow and absent-minded, following their shape before pulling my hand back.
“I did it myself,” I said.
