Rain
WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT
Title : Rain
Pairing: Eminem/Kim
Summary: Em and Kim are trying work things out, meanwhile- fourteen year old Lily Rayne has problems of her own.AUTHOR'S NOTES: I will NOT be address Kim's niece who is supposedly living with them. For the purposes of this, she doesn't exist in their home permanently. 1) I don't want to complicate things MORE. 2) Some sources say her name is Amy others say it's Aidan. 3) I'm the author and it's my right! It's fanfic! :-) I will *also* not really be addressing Nathan *too* much. He may pop up- but he's not living with them either. ALSO I am assuming the book "Cleanin' Out My Closet" is a load of crap since that's what the man himself said. So any information J.R. Watkins said about Kim or Em and their relationship does not apply here.
ONE MORE THING!!! This fiction is color coded for ease of reading since there are three main characters!! Anytime you see (------), it means time has passed. Here's the KEY:
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~~~~~~~~"Hi!" I greet him.
"Hey! How's it goin'?"
"Great. I got a 99 on my chem test!"
"Lil! That's *great*!" He gives me a big hug before he opens my door and I climb in.
"Yeah, I was pretty happy, especially since I'd gotten the 85 on the other."
"Yeah, that's great. I'm so proud of you!"
Man. I was *so relieved when I got that back. Things have been *so* good since I moved in with them a month ago. I felt bad though that I had to tell Marcie and Rob over the phone and not in person. But they seemed okay with it and had thought it would probably happen. But I still feel bad. Although technically I'm still theirs, legally. But I talk with Marce every weekend for an hour.
But it's been really good here. I take a plane up on Friday as soon as classes are done and they pick me up and I'm home by six. I play Friday night and do my homework on Saturday morning and afternoon.
And it helps that they are really good about keeping Hailie and Whit out of my hair so I can get stuff done and I *do* get stuff done so I can basically do what I want on Sunday afternoon before I got back at five. I get back to school and am back by nine with everything done. I actually got to go to Starbucks with everyone every day after school this week.
I'm *so* glad he suggested it; I never would have asked.
And tomorrow is his birthday.
I guess the question becomes what do you give a guy who has *every* thing he wants? I already know what I'm giving them for Christmas but his birthday was a challenge. I didn't wanna give him something private or personal that would make Kim feel bad. But his birthday is first sooo I got him something fun that I *hope* he'll like, but I really think he will.
"So how's Kim and the baby?"
"Good!" He smiles. "We had a doctor's appointment today."
"OH? And? Everything good?"
"Perfect. They did another ultrasound too."
"And? Whad they say?"
"OH my god!" His eyes light up and it's really cute. He's *so* excited about this baby. "So the first doctor is in there and actually says it's a *boy*! You shoulda seen her face! Oh man… so then we told the tech about the drama and she brings in another doctor who says there's no way it's a boy. Soooo… I guess it's anybody's guess. My kid'll be the first hermaphrodite ever of the human race."
"Oooo… maybe it's the first X-Man! Ya know- the link in the evolutionary chain!"
He just stares at me for a second. "That's not funny."
"Hey- you brought it up," I shrug and smile. "But as long as he-she is healthy, that's all we care about, right?" He nods and *I'm* really excited about the baby too. I mean… I love Hailie. She's my sister and we do spend time together. And I play with Whitney and help feed and change her. But this baby, I'll be *here* for. Like… I never had a sibling- a baby around. Jessie was around, but we didn't live with her. Like… this baby will know me as her sister from day one and that's just… cool.
"So anything else goin' on?" He asks after a bit.
"Not really. I actually had little drama this week- shockingly. It was nice."
"That's good."
"OH! We're actually- ya know how next Monday we have off?"
"Yeah."
"Well they decided to do a fall formal on Friday night before everyone leaves, so I'll need to fly Saturday morning instead of Friday if that's okay."
"That's fine. Sounds fun."
"Thanks, -" FUCK. It's on the tip of my tongue again. Shit. I've noticed it a couple other times too but I always stop it.
"So you need a dress then, right?"
"Huh?"
"For the formal? A dress is appropriate?"
"Oh yeah- I have a few things. I'll just-"
"*No*. You're gonna get something new and don't even argue wit' me. I'm *very* convincing."
"Okay," I roll my eyes. I'm learning not to argue with him about spending money. I can understand what Kim said that one time about him. He really liked being able to spend his money on his family because that's really important to him. He doesn't overspend or anything, but I really think it gives him a sense of pride to see Kim come home with a bunch of bags or something because they couldn't always do that.
Such a dad.
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She seems… like she's got something on her mind. Amazing how the parent-instinct kicks in, ya know?
She's only lived with us for like a month and it's fuckin' amazing. Kim has never been happier. She's been making plans for the wedding too. It's shaping up to be a quaint but elegant kind of thing. I think it'll be really nice. She's really happy about it too. I gotta admit, I roll my eyes when she asks me about flowers, but it makes me insanely happy that *she's* so happy.
"Maybe Kim and Hai could take you shoppin'."
"Oh… sounds nice."
"Sooo… is there… ya know- a boy? Ya know, you might be wanting to impress?" I mean… I'm a dad, right?
"God, no! I barely know anyone really, just Brian really. He's the only guy I know."
"And he is…?"
"Just a… he's *Brian*," she says frustrated. "I don't really… I guess I'm not into boys right now."
"*How* old are ya?"
"Fourteen."
"And now into boys?"
"Well… haven't really had time lately and my mom was sick before so… it's just… never occurred to me, I guess. I don't know… all the guys at the school seem to be… pretentious. I want someone… *fun*."
*Great*. *Fun*.
"Oh, I'm-"
"*Don't*. Don't say you're sorry; I'll scream if you do."
"Okay, okay. But… there's… no boy?"
"Relieved?" She asks as we pull into our driveway.
"Maybe," I shrug.
If no guy is touchin' my daughter, then I won't have to *kill* anyone.
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*********"Here, Sweetie, try this one?" I suggest and hand her a blue dress with morning glories growing up from the bottom.
"That's pretty," she says but I don't think she really means it. It's like… she's my kid but I don't know what she likes. I mean… I have no idea what colors she even likes.
"Well… show me the stuff that *you* like and how formal is it anyway? We talkin' prom dress or evening gown or what?"
"God, no! I want something maybe a bit… form fitting?"
"THIS ONE, Rae-Rae!" Hailie exclaims, touching a really hideous yellow dress.
"Oh, that's pretty," Lily says and winks at me.
It really warms my heart the way they just… act like sisters. It sometimes feels like there was never a time she wasn't with us. And then she calls me 'Kim' and I remember.
"Kim, there are more over here!" Yeah, just like that.
I swear, we spend the next three hours handing her dressed and watching her spin around in them. Hailie has been loving this though, between coloring and picking out and judging dresses, she's having a ball. I am too. I feel like the mom. I'm kind of getting ideas for my own dress too. I've got a meeting with the dress designer on Monday.
"Well?" I hear her ask.
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Okay… I *really* think this is it.
"Ready?" I ask before I open the door and of course it *would* be the last one, right?
"Yeah! Let's see it!"
I glance at the mirror once more. Yeah, I really think this is it. It falls midcalf and is form-fitting with spaghetti straps but a quasi-see through jacket to match.
"Well?" I ask as I step out and Hailie's eyes practically pop out of her head.
"You're SO BEAUTIFUL!" She cries and jumps up from the coloring book. She leaps toward me and hugs me. "It's perfect, Rae-Rae. I *knew* this purple would look good!"
Yeah, she's right. This is the last one we let her pick and she really liked the lilac color of it and I like the velvet fabric.
"Well?" I ask Kim.
"It's… *perfect*, Sweetie," she sobs.
She's so emotional.
I turn toward the mirror to look once more and Hailie's gone back to the coloring. "I do like it," I say. It's *really* expensive but they keep yelling at me for worrying about it, 'course my mom always yelled too.
And I'm shocked when I feel her arms wrap around my waist. "You look beautiful, Lily."
I smile at her in the mirror and… for a second, I imagine telling her to call me Rayne, but I bite my tongue.
"Lily… Marshall and I would-" she pauses.
"What?" I ask.
She swallows and tightens her arms around me and it feels nice. I mean… my mom used to do this. We used to hold each other like this and take a picture of us in the mirror every first day of school. This was the first year that I'm missing a picture.
"Marsh and I would *really* like you to… *I* would be really honored if… shit. Hailie's a- I would really like you to be a bridesmaid."
Oh. Oh god!
"I mean… only if you wa-"
"YES!" I practically squeal and spin around to hug her. "Of course I will! Yes!"
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*********I love him *so* much. That was what went through my mind a bit ago when I woke up.
And it's his birthday, which is why I threw a little lube on my hand and it's why I'm jerking him off in my slick palm right now.
Of course, if he woke up, he'd actually *know* that.
"KIM!" He gasps as his hips buck up and his eyes pop open.
Took him long enough.
"It's 'bout time, Birthday Boy," I whisper and feel his hand join mine on his cock. He squeezes my hand around him and groans.
With his other hand, he pulls my neck toward him and our lips meet in a deep and passionate kiss.
I *love* when he's like this- when I'm in control of his pleasure and when he comes. All too often he's in control of *me* as well as himself. Even when I suck him off, I'm too turned on by the fact that I've got his dick in my mouth that it's still up to him. But not right now.
Right now? *I've* got control. I pull away from his lips and he's panting and inhaling and biting his lip and groaning my name. Have I mentioned how much I love him? I find him *the* *sex*iest in moments like right now when he's feeling too much to say or know what's going on.
As much as I'd love to keep him like this forever, I guess since it's his birthday, he's suffered enough.
I bite his lip to get his attention and then I say, "*Come* for me, Marsh. Wanna feel you jerking in my hand as you spill on me."
He whimpers and groans loudly, too far gone as his orgasm takes over and he thrusts into my tight fist once more.
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I open my eyes once I can actually think and she's just smiling as she licks my cum off her hand. Shit, that's sexy as fuck.
"C'mere," I say, reaching for her hips but she slaps my hand. "What?"
"That was yours," she states. "Happy birthday, Marsh," she says.
"Least gimme a kiss?" I ask and she smiles and slides toward me. "I love you, Kim."
"Backacha," she grins widely before I press my lips against her. And this is nice. We just kinda… make-out. God, we haven't done this in a while, just laying in bed making-out and-
"DADDY!" Hailie screams from the other side of the door. "Breakfast is in fifteen minutes!"
"Okay!" I call back. "Your doing?" I ask Kim but she shakes her head.
"I think her and Lily planned I-OH! Kicking! Baby Mathers is kicking!"
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His hand flies to my stomach and I pull his t-shirt I'm wearing up so I can feel his hand on my skin. "God, I love when you're pregnant, Kim," he says in soft amazement.
"You are such a sexist pig, you know that?"
"*What*?" He asks incredulously.
"You had your way and it'd be cave times and I'd be barefoot and pregnant all the time," I tease.
"*Hell* no! I'd give you moccasins."
"Gee *thanks*."
"I'm playin'," he smiles and kisses me sweetly. "But… I do wanna see you pregnant a few more times."
"I know. I want that too, but let's get Dylan here first, okay?"
"Oh you mean Alison?"
"Yeah, Dylan," I smirk and flick his nose.
"You did NOT just flick me!" He says and starts tickling me.
"MARSH! STOP IT!" FUCK.
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"NEVA!" I say and she struggles to get away from me, but she's pregnant and much slower than she is normally and of course, I use that my advantage as she tries to crawl over me and get away. I grip her hips tightly and stop her over my dick.
She freezes. "Bad boy," she whispers softly.
"My birthday," I shrug.
Her eyes grow darker and YES! I *love* morning sex!
"DADDY!" Hailie screams from down stairs.
Fuck.
"Later," she smiles.
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~~~~~~~~"MINE FIRST!" Hailie cries and hands him her present.
"Aiight, Hai. Gimme!" He grabs it from her and tears into it like a big huge kid. "Oh my god, this is… this is… amazing," he says quietly
"It was *my* idea!" Hailie beams proudly.
"I'ma put it on right now!" He says and rips off his t-shirt to replace it with this one. Hailie and I were reading Goldilocks one day and she came up with the idea of making him a t-shirt for his birthday. We stole one of his white ones from his drawer and I wrote 'Papa Bear' in big twirly letters. Then Hailie, Whitney and me each put our handprints all over the front and back of the shirt. 'THIS IS GREAT!" He says.
"Do you really like it, Dad?" She asks.
"Oh my god, yes! Thank you!" He hugs us all and I really like it too. I can tell it means a lot to him. Ya know, sometimes it amazes me that this turned out like it did. I mean… I am like one in a million of adopted kids who actually find their birth parents and things work out the way they are.
"Mine next?" I ask, handing it to him.
"Sure. C'mere," he says and I sit on the edge of the couch next to him. He opens it up and I'm… shit. I hope he likes it.
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My god… I still can't get over this shirt. This is… amazing. It's like… the best birthday ever. I've got Kim and my girls and that's all I ever wanted.
I open Lily's present and- "Wow. This is great!"
"I thought since you and Hai like to draw so much, that… and *I* like to draw…"
"This is awesome!" I say and pull her into a big hug.
"What is it?" Hailie asks.
"Look," I say and pull her into my lap. "See? You've got colored pencils and these are called pastels and here's charcoal- it's a real artist's set. See? You use all these different things for different reasons. Maybe we can all make a picture later?"
"Yeah!" Hai nods enthusiastically.
"This is great! Thanks," I say and she nods.
I turn to Kim and smile. "Gimme!" I tell her.
"Greedy birthday boy, ain't he?" She teases before handing me a small box.
I open it up and on the inside is written 'part II later' and shit if my cock doesn't jump a bit. I wanna be in her already. But no. I'm a dad. Dad first. Fuck her later.
"My watch!" I say when I pull the tissue off the object inside. "MY WATCH!"
"Yeah- I had it fixed *and* we had the underpart engraved." I flip it over and it's got all my important people's names on it. Lily, Nate, Kim, Whitney, and of course Hailie. "I figured this way, you'll always know who you belong to and you'll always have us with you when you're on the road."
"This is really sweet, Kim. Thank you." I kiss her softly and put it back on my wrist. It broke a while ago and I just didn't have time to get it fixed so I threw it in my drawer, but I guess she dug it out and had it fixed. I'm so happy about that. This is the watch Dre gave me.
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*********"Today was a *good* day," I say as I flop onto the bed. We just finished watching The Matrix with Nate and Lily and Hai and Whit are around asleep.
He leaps onto the bed and clutches me. "Hold me," he demands.
"What?" I ask. "Why?"
"I don't *wanna* be thirty-one, Kim. Hold me."
"Aww, poor baby," I say and stroke his head. "Poor old baby."
"Hey! One year, Kim. One year and you'll be thirty and *then* you can tell me about bein' old."
"'Course by then you'll have dentures, so-"
"HEY!" He shouts and looks up at me and I cross my eye and stick out my tongue. "Sooo," he says and I feel his fingers slowly walking up my thigh. "What's the rest of my present?"
Horny bastard.
"Anything you want, Baby," I answer, a bit of lust tingeing my voice. "Although in all honestly, I really did try and shave my legs so I'd be all pretty and new for you, but I can't do it with the baby now so-"
"Then *I'll* do it," he stands and stands up.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
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"Where do you think? I'ma get some towels and razor and your shaving gel. OH and a little tub or something for the water."
"But… it's *your* birthday," she says. "*I* should do-"
"You *said* I could have anything I want and *I* want your legs to be shaved so they're all silky smooth when I fuck you."
"*So* romantic," she rolls her eyes and then mutters "*men*" as I run downstairs to get the sink pan. This'll do fine.
I run back upstairs and find her lying naked on the bed, having stripped in the time it took to run downstairs. *Shit*.
I head into the bathroom and fill the tub with warm water. I grab a few towels and new razor from her drawer as well as her shaving gel.
"Aiight," I tell her, placing the tub of water on a chair I move beside the bed. "Here, we're gonna put these under you, 'kay?"
"Okay," she nods and lifts her hips so I can put the towels underneath her naked form. *Shit*. I can't help but run my hands softly over her body starting at her shoulders, down over her breasts to her thighs and feet, but I pay *close* attention to her stomach and our baby.
I still- three kids later- can't get how amazing it is to know *my* *child* is growing inside her. I don't get how *any*one could ever *not* love their child as much as *I* love *my* kids.
"Aiight," I say. I take the washcloth and wet her leg a bit before squeezing the gel into my palm. Okay *this* is something we've never done before. *I* haven't done before.
I start at her thigh and lather all the way down. Her eyes are closed. "Kim? You didn't fall asleep on me, didja?"
"Uh uh," she shakes her head. "Just feelin' you," she answers.
"*I* think we should talk about that more," I smile as I take the razor and slowly move it down her leg and I hope she doesn't think I didn't notice the hitch in her breathing.
Okay. I can admit besides bathing her, this is probably the sexiest thing I've done to her.
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I try not to bite my lip as I feel the razor go down my leg again.
"What… do ya… wanna *talk* 'bout?" I ask, trying to keep my breath even. I don't know *why* this has me unbelievably turned on but it does.
"'Bout you feelin' me. Tell me… how ya like to feel me the most."
Oh.
He's in one of *those* moods.
"Position? Or the best time *ever*?"
"Both," he replies with another swipe of the razor. "Position first," he says as he cleans off my leg with the cloth.
"Um…" shit. I have *never* admitted this to him. I never intended on trusting him enough for this. It's funny we've done *so* much *to* each other yet I've never felt as close. We've never *been* this close, this intimate.
"C'mon," he says as he lifts my leg and sits Indian style underneath it before placing it on his shoulder. "Tell me," he requests softly.
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She's all flush and red with embarrassment. What? She can't tell me she likes gettin' it from behind or something?
"It can't be *that* bad," I comment as I lather the underside of her leg with the gel.
She closes her eyes for a moment before opening them and starting into mine. "My favorite position is when you straddle my shoulders and fuck my mouth."
Oh.
*Fuck*.
"Marsh?" She asks.
"I'm… sorry," I barely manage to say. "All the blood… rushed from my brain." And *then* I feel her big toe gently touch my lips. She's got cute ass toes. And ya know what *else* is cute? Her puss.
I can glance under her leg and see her puss waitin' patiently for me.
"That's-" shit. Still can't wrap my mind around *that* one.
"What about yours?" She asks. "Position, I mean."
Fuck. My favorite position?
"I love when you ridin' my hand and kissin' me when you come."
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*Fuck*.
My pussy is practically *aching* for him.
"I like that too," I say as he starts on the next leg. *Shit*. It's just- my entire body is tingling and I know why. This is such a nonsexual touch to me but just the fact that he's doing it? It's- the whole principle of sometimes when we're having sex, all he needs to do is rub my back or caress my calf and I'm instantly more turned on.
I call is the principle of nonsexual sexual touching.
"Okay. Best ever sex?" He asks and I try not to think too much about the fact that the razor is starting so close to my sex and I so desperately wish he'd tongue me or even *finger* me. Anything!
"Shit, Marshall, I don't know. I couldn't even chose."
"Yes you can, you *know* you can."
*Fuck*. This is another thing I don't wanna admit. I mean- we haven't even *talked* about *that* sex.
"That night," I whisper and his hands freeze.
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Shit. We've never even *talked* about *that* night.
My eyes fly up to hers. "*That* night?" I ask and she nods.
*Fuck*. The things we did to each other *that* night.
Hailie slept over at Betty's house the day we signed the divorce papers. I tol' her to come by the house and pick up the rest of her shit that afternoon but she had plans. So she rang the bell later that evening. Seven o'clock she rang the bell and she went up with a few bags to clear out the rest of her stuff.
I'm glad Hailie wasn't home that night.
We started arguing more viciously than any time before.
And *then* we tore into each other.
We attacked each other like wild animals. I literally ripped her clothes to shreds. She tore my boxers off and I yanked a bunch of her hair out too that night. She smacked me and scratched. I had bruises on my back for a week. I left some finger marks on her wrists and hips from where I held her as we fucked. We just- *nothing* was love about that.
That was the night when I loved her the least. I *hated* her that night and she, in turn, hated me too. We hated what we had become and that we had lied and that we couldn't make it work. I hated the sound of her voice and the feel of her puss around me, but I fucked her anyway.
Our love is as deep as our hate.
Or at least it *was*. I hope.
"I agree," I state. That night *was* probably the most erotic and intense night we've ever shared.
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"Shit." His hands keep moving and he's almost done and I'm ready to burst. I *really* need him to touch me.
"Not that I'm saying I want that again," I add because the hate I saw in his eyes that night, which probably matched my own, made me sick. *Still* makes me sick when I think about it, which I try not to.
But it was *the* most intense sex we've ever had.
"Absolutely not," he agrees as he uses the washcloth to rinse off my leg.
*Finally*!
"Marsh, need you *in* me," I request. Fuck this whole think is just- too intense.
"I'm not done," he grins.
"What? You shaved my legs, what else is-" *shit*.
"Spread your legs, Kim."
*FUCK*. I can't move but my body is on *fire* when *he* moves my legs apart.
He runs his knuckle down the length of me before slowly pushing one finger inside. My insides seize it and I try to close my legs on his hand but he stops me.
"You *said* I could have anything I wanted. Did you mean it?"
"Yessss," I hiss as he twists his finger to put pressure on the top of my channel. "Marsh," I whimper but he pulls his finger away and he stands up. "MARSHALL!"
"I'ma get new water. Relax, Babe."
"I *can't*." Shit. How can he *not* be incredibly fuckin' turned on?
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Fuck I tell *her* to relax when my poor dick is gonna fuckin' fall *off* if I'm not in her soon.
I should just fuck her but… I don't because shaving her pussy is just… incredibly hot.
We wouldn't have done this before. This is new. A trust, I guess is what it is. Intimacy? Maybe both?
As a guy, I don't really tend to think about these things, but I do know this is about way more than shaving my fiancée.
I walk back in with the new tub of water and her eyes are closed. HELL no! "Kim?" I ask. Fuck. How can she *sleep* at a time like this?!
"Mm huh?" She answers.
"Don't go to sleep," I tell her as I take my place between her legs. FUCK don't go to sleep.
"'Mnot," she mumbled. "Just trying to tell myself *not* to touch myself while you were gone."
"Oh. That's okay then."
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Fuck. His hand slowly covers my pussy with the shaving gel and yeah. Let's just pet your pussy, Kim, *that* won't fuckin' turn you on more. Although in all honestly, I already *am* turned. And I love how he's just… like it's not sexual even though both of us are extremely horny. But this going about this like he shaves himself every morning is… driving me *crazy*.
And when the razor touches me so gently and unexpectedly- FUCK. I'd beg but I know it's pointless; he's not gonna fuck me until he's satisfied.
"How hard are you?" I ask. I can tease *him* a bit at least, right?
"Ready to fall off. It'll literally burst open if anymore blood is sent to it."
I smile. I love how he describes things.
"Tell me about the first time you ever went down on me," I say. "What were you thinking?"
"I couldn't believe I was *doing* it," he says. "Hadn't really thought about puttin' my mouth anywhere *near* your coochie. Guess when I was sixteen, I couldn't really appreciate how fuckin' amazing every part of you is."
"Marsh?"
"Uh huh?"
"As soon as you're done, you're in me. No foreplay. I'm wet enough." FUCK I'm wet.
"No such animal, Kim," he grins. "You ain't neva wet enough."
"What can I say?" I ask innocently. "You turn me on."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," I answer.
"When do I turn you the *most* on?" He asks with a grin.
"When you're with our kids. Like this afternoon when all three of you were sprawled out on the floor with the drawing kit- oh yeah, and when you jerk off for me. You're pretty hot then too."
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Okay. This is done.
I take the washcloth and clean her off. "Beautiful," I say and place a kiss on her puss.
"*Marsh*!" She yells, frustrated.
"*So* impatient," I say as I push my sweats down and *fuck* I'm so fuckin' sensitive it almost hurts when the fabric touches my dick.
"C'mon, Baby," she pleads and rolls over so she's layin' on her side propped up with pillows.
"Soon, soon," I say and take my place behind her. Fuck. *Every* bit of contact my dick has with anything *hurts*. We lift one of her legs and swing it back over my hips. I slide a hand down her silky smooth legs.
"MARSHALL!" She demands and pushes back against me which hurts my cock.
"KIM! IT HURTS!"
"Then shove it *in* me," she growls.
Damn bossy woman. "Fine," I reply and thrust right through her.
"SHIIIIT!" we both yelp.
"Move it, Marsh," she whimpers.
"Okay, okay," I say and begin pumping my hips. FUCK. "You always feel so good, Kim." Shit even now she feels so fuckin' amazing on me.
"Less talking, more fucking," she groans and so I do. I just let go and concentrate on feeling her around me, groaning and reacting beneath me. I can't help but reap the benefits of her being shaved and slide my hands down her legs and over her clean puss. She loves when I touch her like this. I slide my hand over her belly too, which is where I find *her* hand and we lock fingers.
"Squeeze me, Baby," I plead and Christ she does.
"Marshall, please," she begs.
I release her hand and my orgasm is *so* close. I manage to rub her clit before I'm just lost and I'm coming.
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Fuuuuuuuuuck.
He rests his head on the back of my shoulder and kisses me softly.
"Kim, I love you," he whispers. "And I am *so* glad we were able to get us back again."
"Me too," I sigh and pull one of his hands to my stomach. "I can't believe I ever imagined *not* wanting this again- wanting *you*."
And that's true. The thought of never making love to him again *terrifies* me now. I think of what it would be like to *never* feel his hands on me again, or his tongue in me and I get so sad, I think I might cry.
"We were different people then. We were kids."
"For the record?" I ask as I manage to flip myself over and face him, "I like this *way* better."
"Me too," he smiles and pulls me against him.
I'm suddenly so tired but I gotta smile. In another month and a half, we'll be husband and wife again.
For some reason, that doesn't scare me anymore.
Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com
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