Juliana's pov
When I wake up the following morning, I feel so happy like I have never felt in so long. I feel like I am floating in the sky. I have never felt this alive in a long time. This right now feels like a dream, one I do not want to wake up from. Marcus is spooning me, his body feels warm against mine. Who knew another person's body could feel this warm?
I turn my head and find that he is still sleeping, his mouth is slightly open making him look adorable for a man his size. He looks so peaceful, his hair has covered part of his stunning face that I am tempted to play with it but decide against it.
I have never met someone as good-looking as this man holding me in his sleep as if his life depended on it. He is still in the shirt and the pants he wore yesterday. I look down at myself and find that I am also wearing the dress from yesterday. With everything that happened, me freaking out when Marcus kissed me after our date and later telling him about my past, changing my clothes was the last thing on my mind. I didn't even get to remove my makeup I am pretty sure I will develop a pimple or two.
If someone had told me two weeks ago that I would share my bed with a sexy-god-looking man I would have laughed at their face and told them to go and have their head checked. This kind of thing only happens in movies, girls like me don't meet handsome men and fall in love with them. This man is just out of my league in so many ways, and yet he wants me. He wants me, someone with little experience when it comes to relationships.
I can still feel his mouth on mine from yesterday. I don't even know where I got the courage to kiss him. The old me would have not dared to do that. The kiss messed with my mind, it is good I was sitting when we kissed or I would have fallen on my knees. The kiss was more than I imagined it was beyond imaginable. The way he grabbed my hair felt different and good. He is such a good kisser, the way his tongue moved in my mouth was mind-blowing. I can still feel it dance in my mouth. Thinking about his tongue makes me look at his face and I find him looking at me with amusement in his eyes.
"Good morning gorgeous, how did you sleep?" He greets with a smile on his face, wiping his eyes.
"Morning, I slept well, what about you, how did you sleep?" My eyes move to his soft lips and I want to taste them again and again until I can get enough if I will be able to.
"I slept awesome, with a gorgeous woman beside me I didn't want to wake up," he says. He looks at me and sees where my eyes are focusing and he chuckles.
"Do you like what you see, babydoll? Do you want a repeat of last night?" he asks.
His voice is a little bit thick and sexy. His morning voice is even more captivating than his usual voice. It has this tone that has me wanting to hear more of it. How can someone be so attractive without even trying? I don't know what to say or do, so I just continue looking at him with my mouth open.
"Baby girl I warned you about not opening your mouth like that, you are giving me ideas. There is just so much a man can take and after how much you wiggled the entire night my friend could use some attention," he says while looking at his cock which looks like it wants to escape from his pants.
My mouth goes dry at the sight and I just continue staring at him like an idiot. I keep opening and closing my mouth. I mean what can I even say right now? I know whatever will come out of my mouth will be rubbish. I am always a blubbering mess when I am around him. I don't want to end up saying something that I should not say. I mean what can I even say in this situation so that I don't sound like an idiot?
"Cat caught your tongue, baby girl? Do you need help loosening it" he asks with a grin on his handsome face. I find myself loving that grin of his with every passing second.
"No...no...I...I am okay." Lies, I am not okay. I feel like my body is on fire and no amount of water can put the fire out. Only his touch can cool me down. What are these feelings this man is bringing out of me?
"What's the matter, baby girl? Is my presence affecting your thinking? Do you perhaps want to do dirty things to me that you have never done to anyone else?" he asks with that grin still on his face.
How did he know that his presence was affecting my thinking? Of course, he knows. A man who looks like this has been around different women, and I am sure they all act just like me when he is around. I am sure all those women look like goddesses. I bet he has a ton of them lining up for him everywhere he goes.
Oh no, what am I even thinking about? Thinking about him and other women is only going to upset me. Why should I worry about people who are not even here now? But I can't help but imagine him with another woman. Maybe even doing stuff together that we have not yet done. I am sure they are more experienced and know how to please him.
"Where has your mind taken you babydoll? You look like you are in a different world right now," he asks looking at my face.
"Nowhere, I am here," I say, poking his chest.
He chuckles and then pulls me on his lap. He traces my bottom lip with his thumb like he did the first time we met. There is something erotic about this action of his. I don't know what comes over me, I remove my tongue and lick his thumb. When he does not say anything I pull it into my mouth and suck on it more. I suck It for a few seconds and then I let it go with a smile on my face. I can see the change in his eyes as I do so they look hungry if that's even possible.
I have never been one to seduce a guy. Even in high school, people used to call me a boring girl. Because I never used to do what other girls my age were doing. I remember in tenth grade one of the basketball players wanted to kiss me at one of the parties my best friend Maggie dragged me to. And when I ran away from me he told the entire school that I was afraid of boys. That led me to be the target for the mean queen's squad. I wish those idiots could see me now, seducing a handsome man and not those stinky boys they used to fight for.
I look at Marcus and his breathing changes and he looks at me with so much hunger in his eyes, the hunger which has nothing to do with food. Oh God, I am in trouble. What was I thinking?
"You are such a very naughty Lady, aren't you? Sucking on my thumb like that," he says in a husky voice, his thumb still tracing my bottom lip. He lets my lip go and then kisses my forehead.
"What's going on in that cute head of yours," he asks, playing with my hair.
"Nothing," I mumble. He chuckles and then starts to massage my scalp. His hands are doing magic on my scalp.
"You have such beautiful and thick hair, I love it."
"Thank you," I tell him.
He continues massaging my scalp making me feel tingles all over my body. He stops massaging my scalp and lifts my head so I can look at him. I bite my lip not realizing what I am doing. I only realize what I have done when I see Marcus looking at my lips with heat in his eyes.
"What will I do to make you understand that the simple things you do make me want to strip you, naked baby girl? These little things like biting your lips turn me on so bad I can't even breathe properly. I am trying so hard not to touch you but you are making it hard for me."
I am speechless, it's not like I have an answer to that question. I still have my lip between my teeth, frozen with no idea what to do next. He lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. He seemed to have found what he was looking for and let go of my chin.
"Kiss me, babydoll " he demands I don't waste time obeying his command, it's like I was waiting for him to give me the go-ahead all along. I kiss him like a woman possessed, not caring about anything. l have stayed in the shadows for so long but not anymore. I am going to live my life as I am supposed to, starting with making out with this sexy man. He pulls me close as if afraid I might disappear. Marcus kisses me as hard as I am kissing him, with so much passion. I can't help a moan that escapes my mouth and he responds with a groan of his own. I have never been kissed like this before, I feel so many butterflies in my stomach. My body feels like it's not my own. I can't believe I have been missing this wonderful feeling for such a long time.
We pull away for a few seconds to breathe and then kiss again this time a little bit rough. Marcus starts playing with my tits through my dress. Oh, that feels amazing there is no feeling like it. Not even how I feel when eating my favorite dish.
"Tell me when you start feeling uncomfortable, baby girl and I will stop. Don't hesitate, to tell me to stop," he says, pitching one of my nipples.
"oh...ok...okay," I manage to respond lost in the feeling and the amazing things he is doing to me.
There is no way I will start feeling uncomfortable. Because if I was I would have felt it already. All I feel right now are tingles all over my body. And I want more of these feelings.
"Is it okay if I remove your dress, babydoll?" Marcus asks, his mouth leaving kisses on my neck.
"Ye..yes...yes." I stutter.
I can't believe I am doing this, I used to think that I would never experience this for the rest of my life. And now that I am doing it, it's better than I imagined.
"lift your hands baby girl, I need to get you out of this dress now," Marcus says after unzipping my dress. I lift my hands letting him remove the dress from my body.
"You are not wearing a bra, baby girl," he states, touching both my boobs. His hands feel good on my bare skin.
"This dress does not look nice when I wear a bra," I tell him.
"Mmmm, is that so? Well, that's a good thing for me." He continues running his hands on me making me more wet than I already am.
His hands feel nice on my tits, the way he twerks them has me losing my senses. I want more of his hands on my body and I am going to get it.