She felt satisfied by her ability to surprise him. It might have been considered cheating to use her powers to trick him, but she was sure he would’ve done the same. She scrunched up her nose as she felt him transfer some of the egg onto her. “Am I?” she grinned. It faded as she saw the look in his eyes and heard the lust echoing around him. She ground hips against his. Everything he did since waking her up had made her only think about this moment.
She would’ve helped him take her shirt off, had she needed to, but it was gone before she could. She shivered with the tension she was getting from him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing back with the same amount of force he was showing her. She locked her legs around him as soon as the underwear were fully out of the way.
He’d been soft, romantic last night. He’d been lustful, but he’d been gentle. This was different. It wasn’t planned, as far as she could tell. He was more aggressive, more needy, and she had no problem with it. Each movement, each touch was peppered with a small amount of pain that made the pleasure even more maddening. Her effort at staying quiet, for whatever stupid reason, was ripped to pieces as he bit her softy. His attempts at making her gasp worked, tensing her thighs around him.
“Fine,” she managed breathlessly. “You were right. You can make things better,” she whimpered softly, her eyes closed. The bites alone made her gasp, but his bites caused intense bursts of endorphins. The combination took away her breath for moments at a time. “Marshall,” she whispered. She pulled his face back to hers, kissing him with everything that she had. Her hands went to the back of his neck and pulled his hair, getting as close to him as she could, even with the distance he’d set so he could work.
“You are.” He says in a lower tone, though the lust was heard in his voice. Every time she locked around him, his heart begged to pound, nothing felt better than that embrace. Every move was one of lust, and need, considering they both didn’t want to leave the bed earlier- he felt like he’d waited long enough.
His hand dropped from her hair to slow trail fingers down her neck and torso, resting between them on her thighs. The hand that was playing with her legs moved to reach for the bottle of chocolate syrup he’d laid out earlier. With no stalling he’d dripped it down her chest and let her react before he’d continued.
Her words made him chuckle and he happily kissed her back again. “I love those gasps..” Marshall commented before pulling back again to lick some of the syrup from her chest, just above her nipple to tease yet again.