Page 75 of Revealing Mark
“We won’t be needing clothes,” he suggested, and I smiled. A warm feeling uncurled in my stomach.
“You’re very sure of yourself.” I smiled, feeling a confidence I hadn’t felt before.
“I am.”
His hand slipped to the back of my neck to pull me gently closer. Then his mouth was on mine. I sighed. His hands gripped me by the arms while his mouth devoured me. The urgency of his movements made my heart race.
My hands linked around his neck as his tongue thrust into my mouth and I groaned at the erotic movement.
I ached for him. “Now.”
I couldn’t wait. My hands went straight to work his belt free. He moved me against the wall and shoved his hand up my shirt, pulling my bra down to free one breast. He squeezed my nipple as I fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. I could feel his arousal.
Mark pulled my shirt over my head before bending to suck my nipple. I arched, giving myself to him while his teeth teased my bud. My hands gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into him. I needed more.
“I...” I found it difficult to put into words what I needed.
“I know.” He hooked my panties and pulled them down.
He kissed me. My sensitive nipples brushed against his shirt. His fingers parted my folds and his mouth smothered a gasp. I was wet and ready. I had never wanted him more. Half undressed and up against the wall.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against my ear. My whole body was sensitive to his touch.
“I need you.” His lips captured mine when he slid a fingerinto me. My hips moved of their own accord, seeking a release. I cried out in frustration when he stopped.
He tore a condom open and rolled it on. I hadn’t even thought about that, my one thought on joining our bodies as quickly as possible—not the on the repercussions of not being safe.
He lifted me and wrapped my thighs around his waist. I expected him to thrust into me but he didn’t. He held my weight with his.
“Tell me what you want,” he insisted against my ear.
“I want you.” I panted, willing to say whatever he wanted me to.
“What do you want me to do?” He kissed just below my ear. “Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed. His eyes met mine as he nudged me, shifting his hips before he thrust into me hard. My breath hitched and he barely allowed my body to adjust to him when he began to move. In and out. Over and over. It was sweet torture.
I groaned and hung on to him, lost in the feel of him inside me. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. Our first time had been calm and innocent but this time it was hot and heavy. I found his mouth and kissed him. The insistent pressure against him made my body sense the oncoming orgasm just before it swept me away. I arched into him, straining. His teeth nipped my collar bone when he gripped me so tight it felt like he was leaving the imprint of himself on me, and he came.
I leaned my head on his shoulder as he held me up against the wall, my legs unable to hold my weight up. I felt like jelly, my body satisfied and tired. When he moved, he carried me to his room. He laid me on the bed before withdrawing. It was dark but I lay on my side, too tired to move. He returned to remove my clothes and tuck me into his bed.
He joined me to curl up against my body, my eyelids too heavy to keep open. I was feeling the happiest and content I had in ages.
“That was…” I murmured, unable to find the right word to describe the fireworks I had just experienced.
“I know.” He kissed my cheek and I closed my eyes.
His strong, naked body warmed mine and the last thing I remember was sighing before I drifted into deep sleep.
I couldn’t find him. Where was he? The smoke was so thick I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.
Anxious fear took hold and I frantically searched. Mark?
Desperately I walked forward, swishing my hand out in front of me, praying I would find him. If I didn’t, he would be lost to me forever.
Then in the darkness he appeared a few feet in front of me, but no matter how much I tried to get to him I wasn’t able to budge.
“Mark!” I yelled, but he didn’t answer.
