17 #2
I sit there for a few more minutes reflecting on my thoughts before putting myself back together in the mirror.
While washing my hands, I tell myself that I am not going to self-sabotage this moment.
He is pulling out all the stops to show me that he really cares about me, and I had to go have a mini freak out because the man was good to me.
That was freaking phenomenal out there, and I ruined what should have been a blissful ending to…
hell, I have no words for it. I need to make this right.
I leave the bathroom and smile when I see his shirt laid out for me on the comforter.
I slip it on and walk out to my living room.
He’s in the kitchen, bare chested in a pair of grey joggers.
He’s reaching into a drawer for spoons to go with the chocolate marshmallow ice cream.
Aww, he even remembered your favorite ice cream. Fix this!
“I’m sorry for my mini freak out.”
He looks up at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes as his fingers press the silverware drawer closed.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Mark says with a soft smile.
“Yes, I do. We had this amazing…” I wave my hands up and down in front of him, then motion back and forth between us, “moment, and I let myself overthink and ruin it.”
“If you think that that was enough to scare me off after what we just shared, I will simply tell you that that isn’t the case.
Our “moment”, as you call it, was indeed amazing.
” A wolfish grin slashes across his face as he swaggers toward me, dipping out a spoonful of deliciousness and offering it to me.
“No more thinking unless it’s thinking about how great it was. ”
I open my mouth and swallow the offering.
I haven’t had my favorite ice cream in for-freaking-ever.
A moan of pure satisfaction leaves my mouth, and he smiles knowingly.
He walks over to the couch and lifts a blanket for us to snuggle under.
We get a whole three bites in before the doorbell rings.
Mark gets up to get the pizza and returns with the box.
“So, what do we have for choices?” he asks as he walks off to the kitchen for plates.
“Rom-com or thriller?”
“Whichever one gets me curled up with you in my arms is the winner.”
“That doesn’t help!”
I pick a random, typical rom-com because, to be honest, I’m happy to just snuggle too.
After eating, he puts the food up and slides back in behind me, pulling me into a spooning position on the couch.
I lay my head on his bicep, and he wraps his other arm around my midsection.
A happy sigh leaves me as he pulls a plush blanket over us.
This is most definitely something I could get used to.
“I have no idea why I’ve waited so long to do this with someone. This is the freaking best.”
“What? Are you talking about snuggling like this and watching a movie? Mark, seriously?” I roll over to look at him, disbelieving my ears.
“Seriously. I never stuck around for the cuddly shit. I can see that I did myself dirty.”
I roll back over and squeeze his arms tight around my belly.
“Snuggle me tighter then. I’m dropping you in the deep-end.”
“Ah, shit. What if I can’t swim?” he teases, nuzzling my neck.
“You drown,” I answer, doing my best not to snicker. It takes us a whole three seconds before we bust a gut laughing.
“Do you at least know CPR?” he asks, all breathy from laughing.
“Yes, I’ll suck your face back to life if need be.” I wipe the giggle tears from my cheeks.
“Okay, then. I’ll trust you.”
Kissing my cheek, we settle back into the couch and into each other to watch the movie.
We don’t get very far into the flick before his fingers slip beneath his shirt that I’m wearing, sliding up my hip to draw little circles on it with his fingers.
I smirk, facing the TV, avoiding calling attention to the action yet.
Let’s see how long he can make it. His hand lazily smooths across my belly, pulling me closer against his body as it almost kneads my skin.
Mark inhales deeply into my hair, and I know he’s fighting himself.
I know because I feel the insistent nudge of him against my ass.
I wiggle it a little as if I’m just getting comfortable, and he lets out a barely audible noise that has me pressing my lips together tightly so that I don’t laugh.
He pulls back the hair laying across my neck and presses a kiss to the spot beneath my ear.
A soft sigh escapes me, which spurs him on, and he lets out a masculine sound of appreciation as his hand inches up and grasps a breast lightly, tracing an already hard nipple with his fingertips.
He tugs it lightly, and I bite back a little gasp.
“Don’t hold back your little noises from me,” his dark whisper sounds next to my ear. “I want them all.”
I shiver as his palm slides down my belly and into my panties, fingers skating along my already damp slit. I let out a throaty moan of encouragement. He slips a knee between my thighs, opening my legs up for him as two fingers trail back up and circle my clit, making me gasp.
“That’s better,” he growls out softly, grinding his hard cock against my ass as he draws dizzying circles around the little bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.
He pulls his hand away, and I whimper from the loss of sensation.
“Hold your horses. Just relieving you of these,” he murmurs against my neck as he pulls my panties down over my hips. He shifts onto his back and pulls me along the top of him. A wicked gleam flashes across his eyes, and he smiles.
“What?” I ask breathily.
“That chocolate marshmallow ice cream wasn’t enough to satisfy my sweet tooth.”
“You’re thinking about ice cream right now?”
“No…” he draws out, grabbing my hips and pulling me upwards toward his face. My thighs are almost straddling his chest when it hits me. Oh. Ohhhh. I smirk.
“Are you still hungry?” I ask, pulling his shirt over my head to reveal my naked body for his viewing pleasure. His eyes rake over my breasts, traveling languidly down my belly to his proposed dessert. He bites his lip.
“Starving,” he stutters out, his voice cracking with need.
“Did you have anything particular in mind that you’d like to eat?” I tease, knowing I’m drawing this out on purpose.
“There’s only one thing I have a taste for right now, and I’m staring at it.” He quirks his brows at me, smirking lewdly up at me before slipping his hand over my thigh and grazing his fingers up the available length of me. “Sit this gorgeous pussy on my face.”
My breath stutters from my chest as his middle finger slips between my lips and grazes downward toward my entrance then back up. I can do this.
“Hold onto the couch and get comfortable,” he commands, smacking my ass cheek lightly and rubbing it, so I climb into a more favorable position.
I hover above his mouth, and he rewards me with a flick of his tongue over my clit.
His brows furrow as he groans with that first taste.
He rolls his eyes up to me and gives me the dirtiest smile before gripping me around the thighs and pulling my body down, pressing my pussy to his face.
“I said sit, not hover.”
A broad lick of his tongue from entrance to clit has me panting.
He works me over so good, I’m gripping onto his hair and the back of the couch for leverage so that I don’t collapse.
My body takes over, and I grind myself against his face, enjoying the delicious friction.
And, fuck, it is delicious. I cry out when he swirls his tongue around my clit and slides a finger deep into my heat.
I clench around him, and he groans in encouragement.
Locking eyes with him, I ride harder, and he winks up at me as he slips that finger out and his thumb replaces it.
I whimper at the difference. His slick finger slides backward and over my puckered hole, causing me to suck in a breath.
He alternates crossing over it and making tiny circles around it while his thumb slips in and out of me, his tongue furiously flicking against my clit or circling it in tandem with his finger’s movements.
The sensations are overwhelming, and a raspy cry tears from my throat as I drop off the edge and shatter into pieces.
Before my orgasm ebbs, Mark slips out from under me and slides behind me.
“Grab the arm of the couch, baby,” he commands as he slams his cock into me, both of us shouting out at the thrill it gives us.
He squeezes my hip, settling himself fully, then gives me a few long thrusts before stopping.
His free hand slides up my back and winds into my hair.
Mark tugs just a little, and I moan at the added sensation, my core tightening around him.
“Mmmm, you like that don’t you?” he growls, wrapping my hair around his fist and stroking again, long and slow.
“Yes,” I pant, ready for him to start riding me good and hard.
“I never expected…” he trails off, losing his thought in his strokes. He doesn’t yank my hair; he just adds light tugging at just the right times when he’s grinding against me or circling his hips. It’s enough to drive my pleasure to new heights.
“I wish you could see how beautiful your body looks as it takes me over and over again. How full you look. I’m going to get you a sparkly little plug to fill this tight little hole above my cock.
” He growls, slipping his thumb over me for emphasis, and I shudder at the idea.
He groans as I squeeze him, knowing exactly how that mental image just affected me.
“Yup, buying it as soon as we’re done here,” he pants. Fuck, the way this man affects me. I’d let him do just about anything to my body.
My body seizes as his thumb pushes against my entrance, testing if I’m serious about it. I’m not sure, so I don’t sink back into the pressure, and he doesn’t push. Just rubs. Letting me know that I can trust him not to cross that boundary until I’m ready.
He senses that I’m not there yet and pulls out, flipping me onto my back and sinking back into me.
He murmurs something about how good I feel around him as my legs circle his waist, and I pull him close.
His lips capture mine, and we moan together when he starts to really move.
I gasp into his mouth, and he swallows it as his hips pick up the pace, slapping against my body, riding me straight to the edge.
When his fingers close around my throat possessively but gently, his lips growl against mine for me to come, and my body complies. I feel his muscles tense beneath my fingertips, and his cock swells deep within before he falls over the precipice with me.