Sushi

By AnitaB

Chapter five: Always yours

Mary was killing him, but good god it felt amazing. She was absolutely bare in his arms, every glorious inch exposed to hungry eyes and desperate hands. She was smiling into each little touch of her lips to his skin, licking and nibbling at every single responsive nerve in his body like she had a map to them already in her mind. And his Mary wanted him to keep his hands off her in the process. /My sweet Mary. So beautiful, so strong.\\ He could do anything for her, but holding back was getting harder and harder to manage. Sorta like him. Marshall was so fucking hard he thought he was about to burst through his jeans without either one of them touching the zipper.

But if she kept kissing and touching her way down his stomach they were going to find out just how flexible denim could be. The spill of her hair so low against his body had him imagining that warm silk fisted in his hands as Mary's mouth robbed him of all sense and blew his self-control all to hell.

Marshall helplessly clenched his hands around the bars and stared down at the gorgeous demon kissing so low on his stomach all he could feel was her lips. Every nerve in his body was focused completely on the smooth wet heat she was painting over his skin. He barely even heard the words she whispered into the stroke of her lips.

And then the entirety of the world ceased to exist except for the woman joyously killing him. "Oh sweet fuck, Mary! Damnit, please!" All he could feel was the perfect slide of her hands around his erection and the hot silk of her hair in his hands. /Yes, please, more, Mary.\\

He wanted her, wanted to touch her, kiss her, bury himself inside her. He needed every burning hot inch of his beautiful Mary as close as biology or physics would allow. Closer. Marshall wanted, needed more… now. He forced his eyes open and his head up, looking down to beg her to get up here and take him. He only got as far as locking his eyes to hers and her name. "Mary," Then his Mary smiled up at him with his death in her eyes. She wanted to break him open and sweet hell, she knew exactly how to do it. Those hot eyes stayed on his face as she lowered her lips to kiss the very tip of his shaft with a dark smile and a skillful flick of her tongue.

So hot, so damn sweet. This was about her, not him. Marshall should be burying her in enough pleasure to melt her brain out her ears. There was no way in hell that he should let her… /Oh, god, please, Mary.\\ … but his hands were listening to the heat in his blood not the few remaining brain cells in his head. His fingers in hers hair tightened, guiding her closer even as his head arched back. Marshall would have worried about hurting or offending her, but this was Mary. She didn't do anything she didn't want to do. And she smiled around his tip before proceeding to suck his brains out through his hips.

She robbed him of speech, of thought, of everything but the bare sensory heaven of hot, wet, deep pleasure. Marshall fought to keep his hips still and control his hands, but Mary wasn't about to leave him an ounce of control. She moaned around his length, pulling him even deeper as her eyes met his with an eager gleam and a challenge. Mary wanted to break his control into shattered bits. She wanted him to spill over right where he was. And he was about three strokes of her tongue from giving her exactly that.

/Fuck, no, not like this.\\ Marshall had to hold his own, had to show Mary he was worthy of her, of keeping her close. And shattering like a virgin at his first blow job was not the way to do it. "Mary!" Rallying every damn ounce of self-control left in his body, he dragged her up his chest and rolled to pin her against his sheets. His hands locked around her wrists and put those dangerous little fingers above her head. "Not like this, Mare, not so fast. I'm nowhere near done with you." Marshall gave himself license for one deep, breathless, amazing taste of her lips before he forced himself back from her kiss. "I'm not one of those little boys you can control. You're shattering first if I have to tie you to this headboard to keep you from distracting me."

"Marshall," Her body arched under his, her legs trying to pull him against the gorgeous heat between her thighs. He let her wrap her legs around his hips and rocked once against her heat just to watch her eyes fall closed and hear her voice. "Marshall, please." Marshall couldn't help a breathless sound of his own at the feel of everything he wanted so close. But that wasn't the plan. /Not yet.\\

"You had your turn to taste, now it's mine." It hurt to pull back from the heat of her skin, but he wanted more. Marshall wanted to know exactly what she tasted like, needed to watch her come apart under his hands, his mouth. "Every inch, remember?" He smiled against the racing beat of her heart before kissing and exploring his way down to her hips. She was trembling under him, her nails biting into his shoulders and her voice sending heat through his blood. "That's my girl, Mare. Hold on tight." Marshall hesitated a moment to catch his breath and guide her knees over his shoulders. Seven years. He'd been at her side for seven years. And he'd wondered exactly what this would be like for a good portion of those years. Now he finally had Mary in his arms, in his bed. "So damn sweet," He lowered his head and helplessly stroked his tongue through the hot, sweet proof of just how much she needed him.

"Marshall," Her voice came with the helpless arch of her entire body and the sharp bite of her nails. She was so beautiful that he couldn't breathe. Good thing that he was too busy to focus on breathing anyway. Marshall stroked all his fingers over the warm smooth silk of her skin until her hips were cradled in his hands. He planned to keep her right here for a while whether or not she planned to rush him. He would never get enough of her taste and the sweet response of her body.

"Right here, Mary. I've got you." Marshall shifted his grip, holding her completely still for the next plunge of his tongue inside her heat. She was delicious, so sweetly responsive, and everything he'd ever wanted in his life. "That's my Mary. You taste so damn good." He adored the gorgeous helpless trembling of her muscles against his skin. He had her. He really had her, naked in his bed, in his arms, shaking with pleasure that he was giving her. This was heaven and he wasn't ever, ever leaving. Bracing his fingers wide against the trembling muscles of her thighs, Marshall pulled out every single trick he'd ever read about to show Mary just how much he loved her. He wanted this, wanted to feel her climax in his arms.

And she was so close to giving him just that. He could hear it in her voice, in the way his name was getting harder and harder to understand on her lips with each stroke of his tongue between her thighs. /More, Mary. Give me everything.\\

Her nails sank deep into the back of his neck and her entire body arched in his hands. /Almost, Mare, right here.\\

"Marshall!" How she'd gotten one foot to his shoulder, he couldn't say, but she used it to force him up and back. That was his Mary to a T. Marshall found himself sitting back on his heels with Mary climbing across his lap. His hands automatically moved to the curve of her hips, mindlessly pulling her close enough to feel her heat almost where he needed her the most. "Goddamnit, Marshall! No more waiting. Jesus, man, get in here."

"Yes, ma'am." He smiled at her and stroked his fingers along the line of her jaw. "But I want a kiss first. Gimme a taste, Mare." Marshall adored the way her eyes locked on his lips and her tongue stroked over her own. Growling low in his throat, he crossed that small distance and claimed her sweet lips for a hard, deep kiss. He fought for control as Mary's body rocked and moved against his, pressing so close that he could feel her thighs trembling through the cloth of his jeans.

Jeans. He was not burying himself inside the gorgeous woman in his arms with his jeans still in the way. There was no way he could do everything he needed to do with any clothes hampering them both. "Marshall, please, now."

He groaned low in his throat and forced his hands to push her back instead of pull her closer. "Not yet, Mare, you wanted me naked, right?" Closing his fingers tight against the curve of her hips, Marshall pressed her backwards onto his sheets and dragged himself out from between her knees. "Hold still, Mary, just for a second." He knew that look on her face. That was his impatient Mary. He had only seconds to lose his clothes before she was going to climb him just as he was. "Lie back, hold onto the bars for me."

"Are you crazy, Marshall?" He watched her kneel in the middle of his bed and reach for him. /So damn beautiful, my sweet Mare.\\ It almost made him go back to her arms with his pants still around his hips. /No, Damnit, not yet.\\ "Get back here right now."

"Soon, Mary. And you're what's made me crazy. Lie back and wrap those gorgeous fingers around the bars if you want me to touch you." She hesitated long enough for him to get his shoes off and shove the jeans to his knees. Mary met his eyes and slowly stretched the length of her body against his sheets. Her hands closed on the headboard as his jeans were finally kicked off. "That's my girl. Just another second and you can have me however you want me." It took all of his self-control to reach for a condom in his nightstand instead of climbing right back between her thighs completely bare. Today he'd keep her safe. Someday soon, Marshall would slide inside her with absolutely nothing between them, would get to feel her heat unguarded.

Watching her face as she watched his hands sheath his length made breathing or thinking almost impossible. Mary wanted him. Mary wanted him so much and it was all right there, written on her face. This was the fantasy he'd buried so deep inside his mind just so he wouldn't grab her at work and kiss her breathless.

And now it was real. It was happening right here, right now. Mary naked in his bed, actually looking at him with so much heat and trust on her face that he was waiting to wake up alone, sweaty and under soiled sheets. Just like he had more times than he could count. "Marshall, goddamnit. I need you now." It was real. Mary wanted him and she was going to get him. Marshall heard his own voice growling her name in the instant that he lost his grip on the last of his control. The next thing he knew, he was in her arms, sliding every needy inch of himself deeper into her heat. "Fuck, yes, Marshall, finally."

Every inch of both their bodies strained to be even closer. He could feel her, every gorgeous inch of her holding him closer, tighter. Her arms curled around his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist, and her hips arched to press him just a little bit deeper. There was nothing he wanted more. "Mary," She felt so damn good, under him, around him. She fit him so fucking perfectly it was all he could do to breathe at the feel of her. Marshall tightened his arms around her waist and caught her lips with his. He needed this, needed to soak in the feel of his Mary as close as he could get her, holding him so tight with every inch of her body and opening for his kiss. /Mary, my sweet Mary.\\

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Only the low growl in his voice kept her on his bed when he was finally losing the last of his clothes too far out of reach. But when Mary did force her body to stretch out against his sheets and reach again for his headboard, the look on his face was reward enough. She had never seen so much heat in a man's eyes, never needed a smile on a man's lips. This was Marshall. This was her Marshall and she was about to finally, finally feel him inside her.

The slide of his long fingers over his own erection had her hands fisting on the bars. She wanted that gorgeous length in her hands, in her body, wanted every lean, hard inch of his body so close against her own, to feel him in her every aching nerve. And Mary wanted it all right fucking now. "Marshall, goddamnit. I need you now." He'd never moved so fast in all their years together and he did it growling her name. Suddenly the body she'd been staring at was finally against and inside her own. "Fuck, yes, Marshall, finally."

He felt… perfect, so damn good that all she could do was hold him as close as possible and try to breathe. So hot, so hard, so deep. Marshall was warm under her hands, wrapped tight in her legs, and buried so deliciously deep inside her. Every nerve in her body trembled and burned at the rush of feeling. And it was so much more than physical. This was Marshall, the only man in the world she had ever trusted and needed. It was wildly passionate and weirdly peaceful at the same time. /Marshall's inside me. My Marshall's holding me.\\ Mary knew that words were beyond her, but tried to show him exactly what this was doing to her in the slow, sweet, gentle meeting of their lips.

This was heaven, perfection, and yet not enough. Mary could stand to hold him just like this every single day for the rest of her life and it still might not be enough. His hips shifted against hers, driving a helpless little sound up her throat and her nails into his back. She broke the kiss, needing to see his face. Mary wanted to watch the pleasure in his eyes, needed to see his smile when he was closer to her than anyone had ever been. "Marshall," She buried her fingers in his hair and locked her eyes to his. Nothing was more gorgeous than the heat in his face and the need in his eyes. "That's my Marshall."

Her voice simply stopped in her throat at the stroke of his trembling fingers along her jaw. Marshall's touch was… nothing she'd ever expected. Every inch of his body was against or inside hers, but it was those fingers cradling her face that sent the heat in her blood skyrocketing. No one, no one had ever touched her like she was precious before, like she was loved. No one had ever held her like she mattered this much. "Mary," His voice heightened the effect, spilling heat up her every hungry nerve. "My sweet Mary. My perfect Mary."

/Yours. Your Mary.\\ Catching his face in her hands, Mary pulled him close for another kiss even as her hips moved under his. His low groan tasted so sweet as he moved in kind. She held him tight through the first few thrusts of his body into hers, slow but so deliciously deep. It felt so good she couldn't think past the scream of all her nerves for the next plunge, the next kiss, the next touch. It was so gentle, so caring… so fucking good. But she could feel the trembling in every inch of his body as he fought to hold himself back. That wasn't what she wanted. Marshall was more than a match for her in every way. And she was a match for him. Mary could hold her own with everything he had to give. There was no way in hell that she was standing for anything less than all of him. "Marshall, more. I need all of you. No damn holding back."

His hips halted against hers, pressed deep for the time it took his eyes to lock on her face. Then he smiled and her nerves were already melting. "That's my Mary, my strong, stubborn girl." Her body felt the change in his before he dipped his head for a kiss. "Hold on tight, Mare. I'm giving you all of me." Mary got a grip on his shoulders just in time for the first real plunge of his body into hers.

/Fuck, yes, finally get to feel you.\\ She gasped, every inch of her body arching into his, desperate for just a little more. And he gave her everything. Marshall used every inch of his body and every ounce of his strength to power the next thrust of his hips and the thrust after that. Mary fucking loved it. She met every move and the full strength of him joyously. "Fuck, yes, My Marshall."

"Your Marshall. Always been yours." His next thrust had her nails digging into his back. Or maybe that was the words. She'd always been possessive of him. Any single time someone showed an interest in him, it raised her hackles. This man in her arms, in her body, burying her in pleasure, he was hers, every inch of him belonged right here with her. /Mine, god, yes, mine.\\

Mary helplessly groaned low in her throat and met each of his hard thrusts with one of her own. He felt… so fucking good she could barely breathe. Weakly pulling her nails from his shoulders, she fisted both hands in his hair and dragged his lips to hers. Dear god, this man could kiss. The things Marshall could do to her with his lips, teeth and tongue. That kiss even managed to distract her from the weight and heat of his body going completely still above hers. It was only when those lips pulled back to smile at her that Mary realized he'd rolled them both. Long fingers clenched on her hips, pulling her down over every gorgeous inch of his erection until he bottomed out inside her. She could feel… all of him, like he was knocking at her soul. "Oh, Marsh… Marshall…" Her hands scrabbled with almost a sense of panic at his arms as every inch of her body arched in a desperate attempt to get him even a little bit deeper. Impossible, but oh so fucking good that she might draw blood with her grip. "Yes, please, Marshall."

"That's my Mary. Your turn. Give me everything. No holding back. I need all of you." His hands tightened at her hips, shifting the angle between them to the sound of two helpless groans. "Everything you have, everything you are. I want it all."

And she wanted to give it to him. But it was going to take her a few moments of just feeling him deeper than any man had ever been before she could even think about moving. It took her timeless seconds lost in the connection with him before she even got her eyes open to stare down at the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. Marshall, long, lean, strong Marshall stretched out under her, trusting and wanting her. "Yes, My Marshall. Give you everything. Give you me."

But first, a kiss. Forcing her nails out of his forearms, Mary cupped in his face in her hands and slowly bent down to barely brush her lips over his in a soft, sweet breathless kiss. Pulling back for a breath and a smile, she melted at the heat and need in his eyes. And that was before his voice poured on more heat. "Please, my Mary, please."

"Your Mary," She breathed in against his lips, got a grip on his shoulders, and moved. /Yes, fuck, yes.\\ Now that Mary was in charge, so to speak, the intense urge to rush somehow faded. She wanted to feel him, to explore all of him. "I'll always be your Mary." The next kiss wasn't nearly as gentle but it was even sweeter. Marshall fed at her mouth, his hands circling her hips against his, around the hard length of him so deliciously deep. "My Marshall,"

"Yours, take me, Mary. Feel me." One strong hand tangled in her hair, keeping her kissably close to his lips. "You feel so damn good." In the middle of the next kiss, Mary made the first long, slow thrust, loving the gasp and groan on his lips, loving the changing pressure on all her nerves as he met the plunge of her body with an arch of his own. No one had ever felt this good. No one had ever fit her this perfectly or known her body so well. No one else was Marshall. "So sweet, so perfect," His hand moved up her side, cupping her breast and kissing his way down to meet his fingers. "I've never tasted anything so delicious," A quick little flick of his tongue sent a shiver down her back. "Give me more," His arms locked around her waist and his hips shifted against hers. Suddenly slow wasn't nearly enough.

"Marshall," Now they were rushing, as hard, fast and deep as they could. Every single plunge of his body into hers pushed her that much closer to ecstasy. Every kiss, every touch of his hands over her skin buried her in an amazing heat like nothing she'd ever felt before. And his eyes told her in no uncertain terms that he felt it just as intensely. This man loved her, wanted her, needed her just as much as she needed him. Mary loved him and he would never leave her. "More, please."

He smiled against her lips in the instant before those skillful fingers dragged heat up the inside of her thigh to stroke the most sensitive nerves in her body. "Come for me, Mary. I wanna feel it, want you to take me with you." And he was about to make that happen, almost as much with the heat in his eyes and his voice as the targeted stroke of those fingers. "So close, my sweet Mary. Give yourself to me. I want you, just you, always."

The wave crashed, drowning her in the sensation of everything she'd ever wanted. Climax struck and Mary knew she was drawing blood on his back as every inch of her body tightened, arched, and trembled. "Marshall, I love you, Marshall."

Then the wave crashed through him and not even her own orgasm had felt as good as feeling his against every inch of her body. She couldn't breathe past the fierce grip of his arms and his shout of her name. Collapsing into those arms, Mary claimed a deep, breathless kiss even as their hearts raced as their lungs demanded air. But this contact of lips was far more important. She'd never get enough of his kiss.

It was only when Marshall took his lips away that Mary noticed he pinned her to the sheets again. His body was still buried between her thighs, lying warm and heavy against her skin. His hands cupped her face as his eyes locked to hers. Of course he'd heard her. Her partner was just as smart as he was sexy. "Did you mean it, Mary? Do you really love me?"

She'd never said those words and meant them more. Mary had loved Marshall when she thought she could never have him for real, when she was still broken enough to believe that everyone she loved would leave her. This was scarier than getting shot, or dying, or bleeding out on a sidewalk. The only thing that scared her more than telling Marshall this particular truth was watching him get shot, or watching him leave. "Yes, I do love you, Marshall. You're mine. And if you ever try to leave me, I'll hunt your ass down and drag you back home in handcuffs." Her arms curled tighter around his neck as he sagged against her with relief. Mary got lost in his desperate kiss and the fierce grip of his arms around her. Even without the words, she could feel his love flooding her nerves.

The kiss broke with a low desperate sound. Marshall's hands on her face kept her from reclaiming his lips. His eyes were filled with stubborn determination and enough heat to burn down the house. "I'm never leaving you, Mary. You're mine and I've loved you for so long, I could never give you up. But anytime you want to play with handcuffs, I'm your man." Now he allowed the kiss, his hands sliding along her skin to twine through hers and drag her hands up above her head. "I'd love taking turns handcuffed to this headboard with you, driving each other crazy with pleasure."

Mere moments after the most amazing sex she'd ever had, Marshall already had her shivering at the thought of taking him all over again, of having him confined to his bed. Those gorgeous eyes would stare up at her as she pleasured him or teased him at her will. And he would demand his turn in control of her. Marshall was more than capable of wrapping her nerves around his fingers and would put everything he had into driving her wild. He was also the only man she'd ever trust enough to give up all her control of the situation. "You're on, my Marshall, any day."

His smile sped up her heart rate as he leaned down for the softest, sweetest kiss. Mary squeezed his hands and kissed him back with all her heart. /That's my Marshall.\\

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