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“Okay, baby, let me up and I’ll get it warmer in here for us.” She burrows closer to me causing me to fight back a laugh that I’m sure will wake her up. “To do that I’m going to have to get up, Marley.”

“No!” she throws her leg over me trying to hold me down. “You’re so warm.”

“I know, honey, and I promise I will bring all that warmth back when I crawl back in our bed, right after I fix the fire.”

She whimpers and tries to cling to me. I roll us so she is under me but quickly try to pull away from her. Being on top of her is too fucking tempting and she is too fucking cuddly for me to not take what I have wanted for years. Years.

I don’t want her to be cold either, or get sick because I needed to rub my dick on her and didn't stoke our fire. I reluctantly pull myself away from her and make quick work of getting the fire back to a point I am comfortable with. I spend most of that time getting my dick back in line so when I crawl in bed with Marley I won’t roll her on her back, spread her legs, and take what hastempted me more and more. God, just the thought of being able to sink in her soft, sweet pussy has my heart beating faster and my dick throbbing harder.

So much for talking my dick down, damn it. A sleepy Marley doesn’t understand how much I am struggling. She just throws her leg back over me and snuggles into my side. I spend the rest of the night, holding her, thinking about all the ways I can make love to her, what would happen if I just gave in and took my little summer peach. I rub her back, my hand trailing over her soft skin where my shirt isn’t protecting her, her arms, the tops of her thighs, the curve of her cheek. I smooth my hand over her shirt-clad bottom and give the cheek a good squeeze.

Is what I’m doing wrong, learning her body like a lover would? Maybe. But by the time my eyes close for the second time, I’ve made a promise to myself that I intend to keep. I’ve tried to pretend Marley meant nothing to me, I’ve tried to keep my distance, and yet somehow by the grace of God she wound up exactly where I want her -in my bed, in my arms, and right where she belongs. And the promise? I plan to keep her there! I plan to keep Marley and make her my own!

When I wake up, it’s much like before only this time Marley is on top of me, wiggling around as she comes awake. Both of her legs have wound up on either side of my hips so that her thighs are spread wide, and her pussy is cupping the massive cock that has defied my boxers and pajama bottoms. Just like in so many dreams I’ve had over the past years, she whimpers before rocking her pussy against me.

I realize she is fully awake when she stiffens.

“Oh God! Oh shit! I’m…”

She tries to sit up, but I hold her down. It doesn’t really help since she starts to wiggle like crazy. “Given how big the issue we are currently dealing with is, I think sitting up would not be alright, peach.”

I don’t expect Marley to push…but she does!

Chapter Thirteen

Marley

“What…what would happen if I did?”

I shouldn’t be asking that. I shouldn’t be wiggling around on top of Tannen or wondering about what he looks like naked. Okay, to be fair, I’ve been thinking about that one for a long time but now is different. He saw me naked. Wouldn’t it only be fair that I see him that way?

“Listen here you little tease…”

Whose teasing? If I had woken up before him, I would have sat up. Okay, I probably would have done this awkward roll thing that left me at his side but then I would have been eaten up with curiosity. I want to know what will happen if I sit up on him, if I rub against him, if I ask him to let me look at what’s under his clothes.

“I’m not teasing…I want to know…”

Before I can finish, he’s sitting up and I’m sliding down the front of him. I end up sitting in his lap and staring into his eyes. The ‘issue’ he is talking about is wedged between us like a badly kept secret we’re both trying to keep from the outside world.

“You’re a curious little thing aren’t you, Peach?”

“Maybe.” He gives me a look and I huff, “Okay, yes. I am.”

“You want to measure my dick?”

“You know I do. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to do it.”

“See, the problem would be getting it hard, you can’t measure it without it being hard.”

I wiggle against him, “It doesn’t seem to be much of a problem now.”

He chuckles.

“But what if it starts to go down? Are you prepared to get it hard again?”

Dear God, is he asking me to…?

“Prepared?”