Chapter 62: Growing Up

"This is silly, Marc. Absolutely insane. What stupid person would do this? I don't even know if you'll come back, when you come back to Shanghai. We're not in a relationship. Shit, I shouldn't be like high school girl."

Marc Junior laughed, his eyes twinkling, "You're twenty years old Hershey."

"Yeah, so? I'll be twenty one in November. I'm old enough not to be making these mistakes."

"What a mistake?" Marc Junior caught it, a pained expression in his eyes.

Hershey put her hands to his face, sighed, and then lowered them, her expression sad. "I'm not saying you're a mistake, Marc. I just don't want to do something I'll live to regret."

Marc held her hand to his face, "So, you think you'll regret this?"

"Yes, it's too early, I'll regret it." She whispered.

Marc Junior looked into her eyes again and said, "Why?"

"Because, we're not together anymore. We're not in a committed relationship."

"Who said we wouldn't be, Hershey?"

"Well, we can't. You're going to Shanghai in a few weeks, and I'm going to NYU."

Marc raised his eyebrows, "You?"

"Yes, I was accepted there into the History Program on a partial scholarship."

Marc Junior smiled, feeling sad at this information, "Congratulations."

Hershey sighed, and shrugged, "Yeah, thanks." For some reason, Marc Junior didn't hear the same amount of enthusiasm in his voice during his senior year of high school. This is confusing.

"So, that's why I think it's a big mistake," She stated truthfully.

Marc Junior leaned in and kissed her lips again, this time more aggressively than the last time, setting her senses on fire. When it was completed, she was left with more electric bolts than before. She felt as weak as Jelly and her body was in all the right places, not to mention the sweet tingles that came from her lips.

Marc sighed, "Ok. Let me walk you home."

Hershey turned, feet heavy on the pavement as she backed out of the driveway. Marc sighed, irritated because he wanted her with him. He couldn't think of anything but the sweet pressure of her body under him all night. When he saw her, his heart began to beat faster and he was excited, but the expression on her face stopped him. Walking beside her, Marc Junior wished he had a chance. Was being in a relationship always a part of him? Will she not let him woo her? Sighing, he put his hands in his pants pockets.

Hershey sighed, still thinking about the kiss. Why can't he take risks? What's the worst that could happen when they meet again? So why are they not in a relationship? They don't have to "get back together" just to be together.

Yes, she still loves him, but they live different lives now. Plus, it didn't matter what Victoria thought, because Victoria wasn't her mother or anyone in authority over her. Glancing at Marco Junior, she watched as his hands went into his pockets, deep in thought. He needs it. He wanted a release, and at least with her, she knew what she would get, why not?

He inhaled sharply, he heard his own voice calling his name. Marc turned around at his voice. He stopped a little behind her, his body was a little nervous, his legs were shaking, and his lower lip was pulled out of his mouth. When he returned to her, she stood there. He whispered, "I can't believe I'm going to do this." Without a word, he reached for her hips and pulled her closer to him. And together they entered the house with love.

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Laying her down on his bed, he ran his hands through her hair, kissing her on the forehead. Hershey swallowed, waiting for his lips to reach hers. When they did, she groaned. He lowered his hands to her hips, going to her legs. He moved them, giving him better access to her bottom. When his hands were pressed there, he moaned again, whispering to her that it felt good. He ran his fingers up the top of his pants and undid the buttons.

He felt moisture build up between his thighs. When his hands ran through the trimmed curls, she gasped, his hands stuck between her legs. He kissed her harder, letting her know that he was turned on to her, just like before.

He felt that she was struggling more and more. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. It responded by pulling him. He whispered her name again. He removed his mouth and grabbed her pants with both hands. Pulling them down, he threw them along with her underwear on the floor. He kissed her chin and then her neck. In a whisper, raspy tone, he said, "Chocolate, Hershey...you're sweet."

He stopped to remove his pants as well. When they were far away, he pulled her legs up and pushed himself between them. To feel his hardness produced slippery wetness that Hershey had never felt in high school. The pain she felt was excruciating, prompting her to thrust her hips up to feel his own need. He came down to her mouth and kissed her on the lips. He held her head. He whispered, "I have to get a condom."

Hershey whispered, "yes."This made him smile. She smiled back. He swallowed and got up. Going to his desk, he turned on the lamp. Hershey turned to him, seeing muscles torn all over his body. She had never seen a man so sexy. His workout showed. He was not built in a way with obscenely bulging muscles, but in a good tone, like a pro basketball player. "Take off your shirt Marc Junior."

Marc looked at her, "Still telling me what to do, are we?"

She teased, "And you're still putting that condom on so fast."

He sighed, "Sure."

"I can't believe you can fit the same ones," she whispered.

"I had to go to the drug store and pick up new ones."

This raised an eyebrow, "So you've been taking Viagra?"

Marc Junior grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Hershey's eyes widened as he took in the muscles in his chest and stomach. How much does he work out? As if hearing her question, he answered, "Three times a week, Chocolate." She couldn't take her eyes off his chest. He smirked at this. Beside him, she whispered, "You will follow."

Marc Junior raised his arms as he grabbed the hem of her blouse and lifted the shirt. Hershey clutched her chest, speechless. She wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were better than the last time he remembered. His hands ran between them, his eyes on hers, passionate. He licked her lips, becoming antsy. He bent down and ran his tongue over her chest, the skin was so soft. He grabbed her, pushed her into his mouth, and pulled her breast too. He moaned as he sucked softly, savoring the mixture of lilac and her scent. He pulled it out, loving the feel of it biting his teeth. Breast, he moaned softly, loving it.

When she opened her mouth, when he pushed her hips up to her head again and held it, she smiled, feeling her own excitement. There was something about the way his voice sounded that he really liked her. He moved and went to the right chest. She gasped as his tongue flicked over her body again and again. He held the breast in his mouth and sucked with some pressure. She whispered, "Oh, Marco!" He continued this for a few minutes and then kissed her breastbone, stomach, and then her navel. When he reached the bush of hair, he felt himself harden more than his throbbing member. Unable to take it anymore, he followed the kiss around and then trailed his lips. As he did so, he pushed them away and quickly worked his tongue.

He sighed. He grabbed her thighs, bit them, and pressed them. He sighed loudly. He let go of the skin slowly, absorbing deeply. He couldn't explain the hunger he felt. He wanted it badly. His eyes landed on her sex and he licked his lips. The pounding got louder. He took her hand, running it over her, feeling the wet juices flowing through her. "God." He whispered, pulling himself on top of her.

Taking the tip of his manhood, he guided it into her. Although entry was easy, he was cramped when he got inside. Glancing at her, he looked her in the eyes as he thrust in, loving the tenderness and warmth of her hood of a woman.

She sighed, she didn't want to cry because of the tightness surrounding her. His length was thicker and longer than she remembered. When she started to move, instinctively, she grabbed his neck and pulled him down on her.

With the weight of it bearing down on her, she closed her eyes, and her breathing quickened. She pushed her legs up, loving the feeling, the way her juices flowed with him. She moaned with him, enveloped in his sweet sound. He continued like this for a few moments, and then she felt him begin to harden against her. She felt the change in her body and moaned, trying to hold back her own climax. Pushed into him a few more times, he was greeted by the pain he felt. He whispered, "Chocolate."

She whispered, "Hold it, baby."

He pushed again, "I'm trying."

When he felt her walls tighten, he thrust deep into her again, feeling the tickles uncontrollably before finally exploding. He felt his own climax take over her. She felt his liquid pour into her. When it finally stopped, he was shaking. He kissed her mouth and whispered, "Thank you."

He ran his fingers through the wet hair that grew on her forehead and looked into those beautiful eyes. Tears welling up in her eyes, she whispered, "Thank you."

Hours later, in the evening, when Marc Junior threw away the three condoms and they were beyond tired and Hershey was lying with her legs wrapped around him as he wrapped her around him, he whispered, "Good night ."

Hershey wrapped her arms around his waist, while his hands were on her shoulders, she brought her face as close to his chest as he could without being able to breathe, and she whispered, "Goodnight."

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