5. Big Bad Mess #2
I didn’t want to think about Rose anymore so I kissed him again.
His bedroom was dark, illuminated only by a small lamp.
Mark pulled away from me and then lit a few candles around the bedroom.
The space was illuminated by a soft orange glow that matched the soft warmth emanating from my chest. My heart was bursting despite the continued ambiguity between us.
We’d made steps. They were baby steps, but at least we had made amends and we were closer to an outcome that would enable us to be together.
Mark had said it himself. He wanted us to be together properly.
And I wanted it too. I understood his hesitation, but I didn’t care about any ex-wife.
I didn’t even mind the fact that Mark had kids. Hell, I was going to be a mama anyways.
In the candle lit room, Mark approached me and wrapped his arms around me.
His chest was hot and as I rested my head against it, some of his warmth transferred over to me.
He pressed his chin against the top of my head and clutched my hips.
Just from standing so close to me, I could feel his dick starting to stir in his pants.
He began to undress me slowly, taking his time to expose my warm sable colored flesh.
First, he removed my shirt. His bedroom was cool so I lunged closer to him for warmth.
My bosom pressed against him and Mark bent his head to kiss me again.
As he kissed me, I felt heat from his body transfer into mine.
My desire for him was growing with each kiss.
He stripped off my bra and I stood before him in just my pair of black jeans, dwarfed by his immense height and strong frame.
“Mmm,” He mumbled as his hands massaged my breasts.
Each nipple stood hard at attention practically pleading with Mark to suckle on them.
He lowered his head and began to suck on my nipples gently.
From my pregnancy, my nipples were already sensitive so I let out a moan as Mark’s tongue grazed them.
He enjoyed my soft moaning and brought his tongue around my areola until I could feel wetness pooling between my thighs.
As the hairs on my skin stood up, Mark began to undo my pants.
I pulled my jeans off around my big booty and tossed them aside.
Mark twirled me around and watched my ass and bosom sway.
I watched his cock twitch inside his pants with arousal.
Mark removed my underwear and then slipped his finger between my pussy lips, coating his finger with my wetness.
He slipped the finger into his own mouth and savored the taste of my juices on his lips.
It was so hot watching him taste me that I wanted to jump on him immediately.
He pulled me closer and kissed me, allowing my breasts to press up against his rock hard chest. The scent of Mark’s skin infiltrated my nostrils sending waves of hunger for him throughout my body.
I stood with my legs slightly apart enjoying the lusty throbbing between my own legs as I prepared to accept his hardness.
“You were so wet…” He whispered into my ear.
I felt a twinge of desire between my legs again.
I began to undress Mark this time, pulling his tee over his head.
His muscles were flexed once I stripped his shirt off.
He looked incredible — like he’d spent his day lifting weights.
I moved my hands over to his pants and stripped them off fast. His hard ten inches was nearly bursting through his boxers.
I couldn’t wait to feel that thick piece of man flesh between my thighs.
He began to kiss me again. We were both naked, our genitals inches apart from each other. My pussy was getting wetter and my breathing heavier as Mark teased me with his kisses. I ran my hands through his coarse hair and pressed my nose into his chest to allow his smell to wash over me again.
Mark cupped my ass cheeks and then lifted me off the ground, laying me down in his bed. Instinctively, I spread my legs and lifted them back far. Mark climbed into bed and then rolled a condom over his dick.
“Mmm,” He grunted as he saw my pussy up close.
He bent down and gave my pussy a long wet kiss before lining his dick up with my pussy and shoving the entire length in. I cried out loud as I felt his dick buried inside me.
“Ohhhh!” I cried.
Mark pressed my thighs back so my legs were over my head and he began to pound into me hard and fast. The pent up desire and the strong emotions between us led to forceful, long strokes.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long without cumming.
The sensation of being pounded hard by Mark’s perfect, immense cock were too much to bear.
“Yes! Harder…” I gasped.
Mark pressed my thighs back and began to slide into me deeper. The deeper he slid into me, the louder my moans of euphoria. Mark grunted and began to pump into me harder as I’d asked.
I let out a loud cry as I writhed in pleasure beneath him.
My first orgasm was a long wave of euphoria and I saw stars as Mark continued to pound me from above.
My second climax was even stronger, but faster.
I grasped madly for Mark’s body, pulling him deeper inside me.
I moaned and bucked my hips up furiously as he made love to me.
Mark brought his face closer to mine as he continued to slide into me and I pressed my lips to his.
As his cock thrust into me deeply, he pressed his tongue into my mouth so I couldn’t even scream.
Mark grunted as he forced his dick into me deeper.
My nails dug into his back and I writhed beneath him again.
His huge dick stimulated my g-spot so much that he delivered climax after climax.
His turgid member stiffened inside me even more and Mark grunted loudly as he finished. He lay on top of me with his dick buried inside me after he came. He kissed me slowly and I kissed him back, pulling his heavy body closer to mine. I loved the feeling of a strong man, lying on top of me.
When Mark had caught his breath, he pulled out of me and then cleaned himself up. With a hot rag, he gently toweled between my legs, wiping off the mixture of juices. He could be sweet after a good romp. And I’d always liked that about him.
Mark climbed back into bed with me and we lay in each other’s arms. We didn’t know what to say for a while, so we just lay there with our skin pressed together.
We fell asleep shortly afterwards. I thanked the heavens that I didn’t have work in the morning.
That night, I dreamed of Mark and myself.
I dreamed we were floating away together into a magical place. A place where we could be happy.
In the morning, I woke up before Mark. And before his kids.
The sun had barely began its slow crawl over the horizon when my eyes snapped open and I was thrust into the waking world.
I got dressed in my a t-shirt dress I’d kept in my drawer.
I looked at the drawers that I knew were for the other women in Mark’s life.
Even if I wasn’t supposed to, I peeked inside.
They were all empty. I had trusted Mark when he said that he was effectively single, but considering our arrangement before I had to be sure.
And sure enough, Mark had been truthful with me.
I didn’t see the sense in waking him up so I tiptoed out of his bedroom and went downstairs.
His living room was a complete mess with kids’ toys everywhere.
I tidied up for him and then put on a kettle to make myself some decaffeinated tea.
Once the water was boiled, I steeped the tea and then stared out the kitchen window of Mark’s house.
It was still a dusky grey outside. I wondered what the day ahead would entail for us.
We’d reached a conclusion the night before that we wanted to be together but the technical details were still fuzzy.
Still, I could at least rest assured that Mark’s feelings for me were real. The sex we’d had the night before had shown me at least that much. As I peered out the window, I swore that I saw a figure, lurking in Mark’s back yard. I moved closer to the window, but there was no one.
His yard looked inviting. There was an outdoor table and chairs and Mark’s garden was perfectly manicured.
I could see the dew on the grass and the watched the breeze flit through the trees, welcoming me to the outdoors.
I stepped outside and the birdsong of blue jays and cardinals filled my ears.
It was quite cool, so I clutched my mug of tea tightly.
I heard rustling in the bushes and chalked it up to a deer, or a woodchuck.
I wiped the dew off of Mark’s outdoor table and sat down.
At first, everything was fine. But after a few sips of tea, I got the distinct sense that I wasn’t alone outside.
I tried to brush it off. If anything, it would be one of Mark’s twins who had snuck out for some morning play time.
But the sensation that I was being watched only got stronger. I stood up and called out, “Hello?”
But no one answered. I sat back down and waited a few minutes as the sun started its ascent. Then, I heard a twig snap. This time, it was loud and I knew that this hadn’t been my imagination. Amongst the trees and bushes, I was far from alone.
“Hello?” I called again.
I could see her approaching from the backyard.
My heart stopped when I saw her. I’d never met her before or even seen pictures but I knew who she was from the moment she stopped in the middle of the backyard with a large, chilling smile on her face.
Her eyes remained a cold, icy blue. And as her eyes locked with mine, I felt a chill run down my back.
She kept smiling.
“Good morning. You must be Mark’s girlfriend.”
I didn’t want to say anything. I stood there, terse with my arms folded.
“Good morning.”