Chapter 51 #2
His erection springs free, and I take a moment to pause. He’s bigger than I’m used to, but not unnervingly so. I guess the rumours from school had made me anxious.
I look up, then lightly kiss the tip.
His in-breath is ragged and the muscles in his abdomen contract.
Slowly, I take him into my mouth. Not far, just a couple of centimetres, enough to taste the soft taut skin.
When he doesn’t object, I lower my head further.
The only movement he makes is to gently sweep my hair out of my face.
Lightly sucking, I pull back up. I do it twice more before his hands are suddenly on my shoulders, pulling himself free.
‘A little mercy, please,’ he says, his voice breaking.
I smile and shuffle backwards. He unwraps a condom, rolls it on and comes to lie beside me.
‘In the many times I’ve imagined this, none ended with me coming after thirty seconds of head.’
‘You’ve imagined it a lot?’
He looks at me like I’m speaking another language. ‘Since that first night with Tig and Theo. That fucking Britney T-shirt was so fucking tight. It didn’t help I knew what your naked breasts looked like underneath.’
‘You talk like that was the last time you saw tits.’
‘Your tits are unsurpassed, Nella.’
His mouth finds my breast, and he gently squeezes while his tongue swirls around my nipple. He lightly bites me, and it’s like there’s a burning string from my nipple to my core, and I let out a moan.
‘No one has ever turned me on like this,’ I say, my voice a gasp.
His hand slips between my thighs, and his eyes turn black when he feels how wet I am.
‘I can’t believe I get to do this with you,’ he says softly.
He positions himself and slowly enters me, his eyes never leaving mine.
Despite my arousal, it takes me a few moments to get used to him.
Once he’s all the way in, he withdraws a little to give my body time to accommodate him. I nod, and he lowers himself again, this time waiting longer before he pulls up again.
He starts to build up a rhythm, braced up on his forearms, watching my face for any signs of discomfort.
He kisses me, and I lift my head to kiss him back more deeply.
But his movement means his lips don’t stay in contact with mine, and my mouth hangs open, trying to catch the smallest of touches from him.
The first spark of an orgasm ignites low in my belly, and I frown, biting my lip, totally focused on the building pleasure.
‘Are you okay?’ he whispers.
I nod. ‘God, yes. Keep going.’
He drives a little harder, and I lift my hips to meet his as I chase my release.
There’s a fluidity to Mark’s thrusts. His weight is balanced perfectly between his shoulders and hips, and the eye contact adds an exquisite intensity. The sight above me is breathtaking. Mark Marino in missionary position is a work of art.
He slows. ‘You look like you’re thinking.’
‘What?’
‘You’re thinking thoughts.’
‘I guess,’ I say uncertainly. ‘I was just thinking how beautiful you are.’
I smile, but he doesn’t smile back. ‘If you’re thinking, I’m not doing this right.’
‘You want to fuck every thought out of my head?’
‘That’s the aim, yes.’
Before I can tell him he might need to revise his expectations, and possibly check his male ego, he pulls out completely.
He gets up on his knees, throws my legs over his shoulders and sinks into me again.
The changed angle steals my breath. ‘Jesus Christ,’ I pant.
‘That’s more fucking like it.’
He continues to drive into me, and I cry with each rock of his pelvis.
My hips rise higher and higher until, eventually, he’s pushed my knees to my shoulders.
The world is reduced to that precise point inside me that he keeps hitting, and I feel myself unravelling, my body nothing but sensation.
And for the next few moments, I’m just a euphoric, mindless passenger exploding around him.
It takes a good while for me to come to. My mind is empty, as I luxuriate in boneless bliss, completely and utterly sated. It could be five minutes, it could be five hours.
Eventually, I roll onto my front to give my spine a chance to recover from being bent in half.
He’s lying beside me, his chest rising and falling in exertion.
Was it mind-bendingly good for him, too? I can’t read his expression. Sex with Mark is a foreign language.
‘It’s all about getting the right angle on the anterior vaginal wall.’
I look up sharply and snort-laugh.
‘What?’ he protests.
I can’t believe he’s serious. ‘Interesting line in pillow talk.’
He fakes exasperation. ‘I thought you’d appreciate the science behind it. Anatomy is my job.’
For a second, he looks shy, like he had performance anxiety and doesn’t quite believe he’s brought the house down and that the standing ovation is still ringing. I never would have expected this from a post-coital Mark. Not in a million years.
I can’t resist teasing him, so I put on a deep voice.
‘Oh baby, I can get the angle on your anterior wall so good.’
Giggling, I hold up my hands like I’m writing on a notepad.
‘Practical skills: ten out of ten, dirty talk: needs more work.’
He smiles lazily, but there’s something calculating in his expression, too.
He rolls on top of me, trapping me face down on my tummy. I yelp and squirm under him, but it only makes him grip my hands tighter.
He brings his mouth to my ear. ‘You think I’m going to go easy on you?
That was just the warm-up.’ The low vibration of his voice makes me shiver.
‘Next time, I’m going to fuck you on your hands and knees, my cock hitting that sweet spot in your pussy so hard and fast, you’ll be screaming like a bitch in heat.
’ His dick hardens against my buttocks, and heat floods through me.
‘Can you feel that?’ he asks, grinding me into the mattress.
‘You’re going to pay for what you do to me.
You’re going to pay all … fucking … night. ’
He licks behind my ear, then rolls off me like nothing happened, like he hasn’t just reduced me to a pool of liquid desire.
‘I’m hungry. Are you hungry?’ he asks cheerfully, sitting up.
The change of tone has me dazed. I shake my head. ‘I thought there was, erm, an urgent situation down there that I needed to, erm, pay for?’
He shrugs. ‘It can wait.’
‘Well, I fucking can’t!’
‘I was going to make the steaks.’
‘Don’t you dare leave this room!’
‘I’m afraid I’m going to have to.’
‘Fine,’ I grumble. ‘Big man needs his red meat.’
He smiles wickedly. ‘I’m leaving to go to the bathroom to change the condom. So – and I say this with love, Nella – shut the fuck up, and when I get back, be ready on your hands and knees.’