17
Mark
Feeling her come apart on my fingers is nothing short of amazing, but the desperate need growing inside for her is taking over.
“Mark, oh fuck, I need more,” Ava pants against my lips, as if that smidge of an appetizer did little to feed her fierce hunger. I grin, knowing she wants and needs my cock just as badly as I want to be inside of her.
“Then take what you need, baby.”
She licks her lips and pushes me back into a sitting position before straddling my hips and sliding her wet sex along my length.
I grit my teeth and grasp her ass in both my palms, kneading her cheeks and sealing her body against me as she grinds.
Her lips latch onto my neck, and her hard little nipples drag along my chest deliciously.
“Baby…” I plead against her ear, my chest heaving against hers as I’m fighting going out of my mind. “Take me,” I command.
She whimpers and reaches between us to grab my length.
Her grasp is so good, I inhale deeply to center my thoughts on anything besides coming.
On anything besides ripping her body down beneath me onto the bed and claiming her savagely like I really want to.
No, I want her to have all the control to start.
She spent her last relationship giving, never getting the chance to color outside the lines.
I want her to have everything she wants. I want her to try anything she desires.
She rubs my tip along her slit, and my eyes about roll into the back of my head.
I grip her hips for dear life and concentrate on not jerking my hips upward.
She circles her hips, moaning as she twirls the head of me around her entrance, pressing me against it while testing the waters and coating me with her desire.
When she pushes her hips down, sinking the tip of me in, she gasps loudly at that first intrusion, and I bite my lip hard and groan.
That first gasp is everything. It’s my favorite sound. I fucking love a sexy gasp.
“Oh my…” she whimpers as her breath shudders out of her. Her fingers tighten on my shoulders as she adjusts herself, beginning to work me into her body.
“Yes…” I grit out under my breath, looking down between us to watch her body pull me in.
“That's so good. Work me in there.” I look back up to see her reaction. Her brow furrows as she concentrates on retreating just a little before her pretty cunt pulls me just a little deeper. It’s erotic as hell.
We both moan deeply when I finally bottom out.
I hold her still, sinking my tongue into her mouth and swallowing her whimpers as her body adjusts around me.
I pull back to look her in the eyes, smiling when I see her need shining back at me. The woman is beautiful.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb, enjoying this moment of connection before we both get lost in each other and all the sensations we’re about to experience together.
There will never be a first time like this again.
“Give me your lips, precious. I want to drink you in.”
A little cry leaves her as our lips collide, the intensity of the moment crashing over us both hard.
I suspect nobody before me has ever made her feel precious when they took for granted the time they held her in their arms. That’s exactly what she is to me in this moment.
Precious. I realize that I would give or do anything to make her see and feel that.
That thought is so foreign to me, it rattles me to my core, and I sigh into her mouth with emotion clogging my throat. Get it together.
“How does it feel?” I murmur, knowing she hasn’t had a cock inside of her in years, loving that it’s mine.
A sexy little whimper escapes her, and she squeezes my cock tightly. I growl back in appreciation. When her hips begin to move of their own accord, that first slip of friction causes me to shudder with her. It’s overwhelming. Captivating.
“You feel…” she leans her head back, sighing in ecstasy, and I kiss along her collarbones, waiting for her to finish her thought, but knowing she’s lost in the sensations as much as I am.
“Amazing…” I moan gutturally, finishing the thought for her.
“Yeah!” she keens, her inner walls quivering with their first telltale sign that she’s already getting close.
A primal urge screams inside of me with gratification that she can’t hold back.
Her hips pick up their pace, starting to chase that feeling just beyond the tips of her toes.
She knows it’s there, she just has to…reach it.
“You want it?” I ask, snaking my arms under her arms so that I can cup her shoulders with my hands. I press a kiss to her collarbone.
“Yes!” she gasps, and I take the initiative, grasping her shoulders and slamming her down onto my cock hard.
Her cunt clamps down hard around me, and she cries out euphorically as I begin to work her onto me hard.
She shudders, gasping little gasps that urge me to let go too, but I want more from her.
She deserves more from me. Her breath catches right before a wail leaves her chest and her body begins to convulse around me.
She’s wild, her hips untamed as she moans and rides out her orgasm with my help. Such a fucking beautiful sight.
Before her high has even finished, I flip her onto her back and slam back into her. Her back arches, and she curses under her breath.
“That was amazing, Bella. I need another one from you. My turn to ride.”
She furrows her brow, nodding exuberantly as I feel her core tighten against me again, gearing up for the ride I’m about to give her.
I roll my hips, eliciting a guttural groan from her that does wild things to my heart.
I do it again, then grind in a counter-clockwise circle that makes her cry out.
Her body is so responsive to me; everything I do ratchets her tension up another notch.
I roll and circle to my heart’s content, watching as I wind her up, devouring the sounds I wrench from her.
I love the way her tits heave and the pretty flush that overtakes her skin.
When her moans increase in volume, I push her thighs up to her chest and spread them wider.
Her moans turn into needy mewls that twist my insides and send me into a ravenous spiral.
“Fuck, precious, we’re going to do this one together.”
She nods, inhaling a shuddery breath as her inner walls begin to grab at me as I piston hard into her. Her cries are my kryptonite.
“Fuck, Firecracker!” I shout as my release rockets through the base of my spine, spurting into her violently. I slow, holding her hips tight in place as every last bit of my soul combines with hers. I’ll never be the same. And fuck if that doesn’t scare me.
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Ava
My heart pounds in my chest. I have never experienced anything like that in all my adult years.
That release was so consuming and satisfying, tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
I catch my breath as Mark lays his forehead against my chest, trying to catch his own.
He presses a kiss to my racing heart and pulls out slowly, the evidence of our coupling dripping from me.
He sits back on his heels, and a masculine rumble leaves his throat at the sight.
“That’s even hotter than I imagined,” he mutters, winking at me as he climbs off the bed and walks into my bathroom. I hear him opening a cupboard door and the water running. He returns with a washcloth, and I frown at him in confusion.
“Open.”
“I beg your finest pardon!? I’ll go take care of it.”
He chuckles at my shyness.
“I helped make the mess, so you can bet I’ll help clean up. Let me take care of you.”
I blush and lay back as he kisses my knee and pulls my legs apart. It’s warm and soothing, but it’s way out of my comfort zone.
“Such a pretty mess…” Mark groans, and I blush. “Hey, none of that shy shit with me.”
“I’m just not used to it.”
“Well, get used to it.”
“I’m used to just going pee and taking care of business myself.”
“I know you’re capable. That’s not the point.”
I cock my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to continue. Reaching forward, he chuckles again as he uses his pointer finger to smooth my brows.
“The point is you shouldn’t have to do it all alone. The point is me showing you how much it means to me that you trusted me enough to let me inside of your body. It wasn’t just sex for me. You mean more to me than just sex.”
Now that explanation is…wow. I swallow hard, not sure what to say.
“Your reaction also tells me a lot about the quality of men you chose in the past. I’m sorry they took you for granted. I’m not going to.”
“Who are you?” I ask, with a mystified snicker, trying to lighten the subject.
I don’t like talking about my past. I stand up and walk toward the bathroom to pee and clean up the rest of the way, but he grabs my wrist gently.
I turn my face to him, hoping he can’t see all the emotions tumbling through my brain.
“A man who never expected to be as crazy about you as I am, but here we are.”
He steps closer, crowding my space, but his words have left me immobile. Tipping up my chin, he caresses his lips across mine so tenderly it makes my soul ache.
“I can see you need a minute. I’m going to go order a pepperoni pizza.”
He goes to grab his boxers off the floor, and I use the moment to escape into the bathroom.
As I sit there, my mind bounces in what feels like a hundred directions.
How do I really feel about this? Is he really serious about me?
Some of those feelings he shared were some pretty big feelings.
Is this moving too quickly? I mean, it’s not like we just met or anything, but damn…
Am I just used to men that were only more than happy to do the bare minimum?
Are we both actually ready to turn this into something more than a fling? Was it ever really just a fling?