Her gaze lowered to the floor, her chin trembling once again. “I want to be with you… But—”

“I know,” I murmured, kissing her temple. “You need time to trust me again. It’s okay, Mari. I’ll give you all the time you need. As long as there is even a small chance that you can forgive me one day, I don’t mind the wait. I’ll wait for you until the sun goes dark if I have to.”

Marissa didn’t respond, and I wasn’t sure if I’d been expecting her to or not. She needed time, and I had plenty of that. Setting her on her feet, I slipped her gown over her head and then placed her into her roost before climbing in beside her. Her damp hair was cool against my bare chest as I pulled her closer. My aching dick was standing at attention so I pulled the covers up over us to hide it. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

I wished.

Within a matter of minutes Marissa’s breathing evened out and she was asleep. I continued to lie there, in my own tortured paradise as I soaked up the feel of her in my arms. It seemed like an entire lifetime passed before my aching dick went down even a little. As the evening wore on, I heard the others returning. Heard some of them laughing, some of them arguing. With a sigh I closed my eyes, unable to fight the exhaustion that was starting to consume me.

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The feel of soft fingers on my stomach jerked me awake. The ache in my dick that had still been there when I’d finally fallen asleep was ten times worse when I felt those soft fingertips tickle across my lower abdomen and one single digit skim the dampness on the head of my dick. I bit my lip, trying to keep back the groan that was building up in my chest, but was unable to keep it back when her fingers continued their journey downward and cupped my balls.

“Good morning,” Marissa murmured in a sleep-husky voice that was possibly the sexiest sound known to man. “I was wondering when you were going to wake up.”

Blue eyes twinkled in the dim lighting coming through the curtains of the roost. A hint of a smile teasing at the corners of her lips. The breakdown from yesterday still lingered in her gaze, but I also saw forgiveness. Marissa had always been such a forgiving person, but what I’d done—what she still thought I had done—was something most women would never be able to forgive. That she could forgive me without an explanation showed me just how strong she was.

“I love you, Mari.” The words were easier to say than I thought they would be, making me wonder why I hadn’t been able to say them until that moment. Fuck, I’d been such a pussy by not telling her how much she meant to me. Never again.

The twinkle in those blue eyes grew brighter, even white teeth sinking into a lip that had already been tortured enough the day before. I cupped her face in both hands, rubbing one thumb over her lips until she released her hold on it. “Don’t you believe me?”

Swallowing hard, she nodded. “Y-yes. I believe you. I’m just trying to figure out if I’m still asleep or not. Maybe I’m dreaming…”

“No dream, sweetheart. Here, let me prove it to you.” Before she could open her mouth again, I rolled her onto her back and sealed her lips with my own. Her legs spread willingly and I settled between them with a growl of contentment. The heat of her arousal burned through the ridiculously thin layer of her nightgown, scalding my dick as it rubbed over her folds. Marissa trembled, her fingers sinking into my hair in a silent plea to deepen the kiss.

It was times like this, when I had the taste of her on my tongue, the feel of her luscious body enfolding me against her own, that I could understand why Liam had gotten so addicted to his drugs. Marissa was my own form of heroin, coke, meth. The feel of her in my arms, her lips kissing me back, the scent of her arousal as I thrust against her clit was like a drug that I would have killed to have an endless supply of. The strangled little sounds she was making, the way her nails raked over my scalp, the fucking softness of her body as her legs wrapped around my waist and she arched her back to get closer pushed my arousal higher and higher until I knew that I wasn’t going to last.

With a curse, I broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to get her gown over her head. I was so far gone I didn’t have the sense to appreciate the view as inch by inch her incredible body was exposed to me. My hands went straight for her amazing tits. The need to taste her ripe little nipples was overwhelming and I sucked one into my mouth. Marissa gasped, her back arching, her nails once more scraping over my scalp as she held me against her.

My dick developed a mind of its own, twitching against her open thighs, dripping pre-cum onto her mound. My balls tightened, letting me know loud and clear that I wasn’t going to last long. My breathing was ragged, my heart pounding against my chest in a way that it only did when I was about to come. With a groan, I lifted my head from Marissa’s tits and kissed my way down her body.

The strangled sounds she had just been making turned into little mewling sounds as I latched onto her clit with my lips. If the taste of Marissa’s skin and lips were my drug of chose, the decadent taste of her pussy on my tongue was the sweet nectar of ambrosia that the gods themselves lived off of. I’d never tasted anything as good as Marissa’s pussy, something I’d made a meal of on a regular basis before our relationship had went to hell.

“Wroth…” My name came out a gasp, her thighs trembling. I could tell just by the little sounds she was making that she was close. “I’m… No, please,” she protested when I lifted my head.

My face was wet with her essence. I licked my lips, savoring her juices. “Come here,” I commanded. I sat back against her pillows, having to slouch more than a little because the roost was so small.

She didn’t question me, didn’t hesitate, but simply did as I asked. I grasped my excruciatingly aching dick in one hand and cupped her ass with the other, pulling her closer. Her thighs spread wide for me and I guided my dick to her opening, skimming it over her glistening folds. Marissa threw her head back, her hair spilling over her shoulders and my own as she reached out to steady herself with her soft hands on my chest.

I buried my face in her chest, licking the valley between her tits as I stroked myself over her opening and up to her clit, then back again. She was growing close again, and I was right behind her. With a groan that sounded animalistic to my own ears I pushed her onto her back and dipped my tip inside her scalding hot, tight little body. Her eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and passion. “Wroth!” she cried in the next moment, her body convulsing around me as she came apart all over my dick.